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THE LAUNDRY VIGNETTES
#1
"A little love will make it
allright..."
"A little love will make your heart go bang! bang!"
An amazon was dancing her way to the washing machine. Her all white delicate laundry load
had just buzzed.
"A little love sky rocket the night!"
She grabbed the laundry basket that sat on an old beat up dryer. She sneered at it.
"Not so good for laundry but you have your uses." She gave it a small kick.
"Some wicked uses if I remember correctly." She giggled.
Opening the washing machine, she took out an handfull of clothing, looked at it and
screamed.
"PURPLE!!!! My beautiful, frilly, snow white, soft, silky teddies are
purple!!!!" Plonging her arms inside she took out the rest of her laundry. All had a
purple hue to them. In between her Amazon secrets white silk chemise and her snowy vintage
romantic gown with satin bows, she found a lone sock. A purple sock. A man's purple sock.
Steamed, she grabbed the culprit and stared at it for a while. Taking a few deep breaths,
CJ threw the sock on top of her laundry basket. "I think I need to make a stop at the
Sov stalkers anonymous meeting. We have to figure this out."
Story note : the lyrics are from Corey
Hart’s A little love.
#2
<Monday night around 11 PM, Basement of
KSHQ>
The inventory room was lit with perfumed candles and oil lamps. Whispers and giggles were
heard. Some amazons were already there. Calico and Astrid were arguing in the left corner.
"Now I tell you it was brown."
"No, it was blue."
"I 'm certain it was brown."
"Kat, settle this. The shirt, Herk's new shirt was it blue or brown?" asked Calico.
"Blue? Brown? I thought it was black
leather." answered Kat and she sat down between Calico and Astrid.
Hercgirl came in with Freya. She was a little anxious. This was her first reunion.
"Don't worry, you'll do fine. It's like a girl scout club. Yeah, a girl scout
club." Freya started to smile and said to herself " Now I wonder if we could
give out Sov merit badges."
Nannyboo and Melite arrived together. Carrying a basket. A full basket of clothes. Hilara
took one look at them. "Props?" she asked.
"Props." Nannyboo answered.
"You did not raid Sorbo Mart now did you?"
"No. We did not." Melite made a face then whispered to Nannyboo "Good thing you forgot your key to Sorbo Mart. I don't think Hilara would have liked us to use her stuff."
"I forgot my key?" Nannyboo gave Melite a sly smile.
"Oh you are in trouble." replied
Melite.
Castalia and Kallista arrived a few moments later. Sat down on the rug. Hestia motioned
them. "Hey guy saved you a seat on the Herk bed."
Josée and Nyxx came in. "Euh, euh, ladies. Security alert! Security alert! "
quipped Calico. "Hi guys, come to play?"
"I'm not staying long but I wanted to let you know that after the shopping incident
it was decided to keep a closer eye on Sov" Nyxx was interrupted by Freya whistling
and shouting "I'll keep an *eye* on him"
Nyxx rolled her eyes and said "I bet you can
thanks, but no thanks. Josée has been assigned to help
you keep out of trouble, well the bad kind of trouble, we definitely don't want to make
the Sorbo Herald front page again.. this week. Now do we?" Nyxx laughed and gave
Josée a big hug "They are all yours, my friend."
Josée smiled and said "I'll try my best boss. Don't worry."
Nyxx replied "Oh, I'm not worried. I'm one
step ahead this time. *My* boss is not running interference this time. So we are
safe" and she left. Outside Nyxx ran into Hawk and Tedras. Tedras was shaking and
Hawk, well the usually "nothing can surprise me amazon" was pale, wide eyed and
trembling.
"Oh gods, it worst than I thought." Nyxx helped her friends into the room and
decided to stay. "Better be safe than sorry. especially when Sov is involved"
Nyxx mumbled to herself.
#3
<11 PM The church's laundry room>
Chantal was putting some liquid Tide in the washer. "In a domestic mood. It is so
rare." Ares appeared in a blue flash. He jumped and sat on the dryer with a sardonic
smile on his face.
"Oh, don't start with me, Ares. I'm not in the mood." Chantal pauses and signs
"I hate laundry."
"Well angry and cranky. My kind of mood." Looking inside her laundry basket Ares
spots something that makes him arch an eye brow. "Blue silk boxer? That's new."
Chantal reacts quickly and quite forcefully "Keep your eyes and hands to yourself and out of my laundry." Turning she closed the lid on the washer.
Ares then noticed the necklace she was wearing.
"Now, isn't this interesting. Where did you get that?"
"Get what? The necklace?" Chantal had to think fast. "It's an ankh you
know, Egytian symbol of eternal life? You know, Herk went to Egypt with Iolas."
Ares was a little suspicious but decided to let it go. "Someday, you'll go to
far." and in a flash he was gone. Chantal let out a big sigh. "Too close for
comfort. Really too close for comfort."
"Good catch. But he's not dumb, you know. He'll figure it out eventually." A
tall, dark hair, hazel and amber eyes man was leaning by the door.
Chantal turned around and smiled "I know but
where would be the fun, the danger if I tell him the truth."
"True. Why tell the truth. Still on for tonight fencing practice?
"Yes. I'll be there. You know. the alternative is."
"Unthinkable. I know. Gods, will I ever live that one down."
#4
<back at the reunion>
Hilara looked all around. Everyone seemed to be there. Clearing her voice, she got
everyone's attention. "Hello, ladies. Welcome again to our little club of Sov
stalkers anonymous. Now we have a new problem to face. Sov has develop a ." looking
at Hawk who was slowly getting her wits back Hilara smiled ".a sudden interest in
laundry. I know that some of you have encountered Sov in some of his exploratory research
on the matter. So if it possible, would you be so kind as to share so that others can
better cope with this new hobby of his. Nannyboo, Melite, you brought props. So I believe
the floor is yours."
<At KSHQ laundry room>
Danaan was separating her colors, her white and her delicate in three piles. "Blue
jeans and black cotton T-shirts, that's one". She started the first washer.
"White silk house, white rayon skirt, that's two" The second washer was activated.
"Black leather pants. Have to be careful with these. Better wash them alone in another washer all together." Danaan opened the third washer and put her leather pants in it. She looked up at the vast choice of detergents on the upper shelf.
"Tide citrus newly improved. No. Wisk all
white. No. Ha, ha. Zero, no perfume, no dye, hypoallergenic detergent. Now that will
do." She tried to reach it. She was missing a few inches. Turning she looked around
for the step-ladder. She could not find it. So she tried again to reach the box, this time
she was on her tip toe when she heard "I think I can help you out Danaan, let me get
that for you."
TBC
Chantal