august mingle;

[thecommissary]

This is the general mingle log for August. Feel free to post open top levels for: new arrivals, job duties, general hanging out in common spaces, bonding with your block, and anything else you can think of. There will not be a catch all for the event, so you can put event starters here or in their own separate log!

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laundry~

[endlessflask]

[ Fortunately, Eliot likes the greatest hits from days gone by. He seems to know almost all the old bops that come on, and has no qualms singing along (also fortunately, Eliot is actually not a bad singer, so his fellow workers can't be too tortured). And, honestly, apart from the heat, it's not a bad gig. This is so much better than scrubbing toilets

And the guard presence is minimal at best.

Eliot glances over at Steve. A fellow cell-block inmate, but also Billy's best boy, so that makes him actually important and worth talking to. ]

Hey. Can you help me fold these sheets?

[damngoodbabysitter]

[ His tastes are basic but he doesn't really feel guilty about it, and it's great that he's got someone to sing along with when the mood takes him to do it. There are definitely worse places to be, though learning how to do it in the first place had been a trial.

Seriously, why were there so many rules for washing clothes? They have no right being that fussy.

He stops hefting another load of sheets into a nearby dryer to move over to Eliot and takes up the other end. ]

Yeah, no sweat.

[endlessflask]

Thanks.

[ Eliot smiles quite pleasantly. He separates the sheets so they can grab them as they go, then gets the first one prepped for folding. ]

I don't actually remember the last time I did laundry. Most of my shit was dry clean only.

[damngoodbabysitter]

I don't think I've ever done laundry before I got here.

[ He takes up the end of the sheet, bringing the ends over to Eliot before picking up the bottom edges to do it again. ]

We had a housekeeper a few times a week. My parents went on business trips a lot.

[endlessflask]

Is that how you ended up here? Rebelled against your cozy, suburban lifestyle in an attempt to find yourself, but then you caught up with bad boys with questionable hair?

[ That's a better story than whatever the truth probably is. Eliot hopes that's the truth, though. It's a plot worthy of a novel belonging to a lonely housewife. ]