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Title:Laundry
Rating: : G/all ages
Characters: Rose, Nine
Summary: Doing laundry the old fashioned way
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
spastasmagoria who has infected me with the crack virus. :D
She requested the following:
a) Nine
b) An old-school crank washing machine.
c) The Disney Channel.
My grandmother had a 1940's model of those infamous washers seen here refusing to upgrade ever. The incident with the aunt mentioned in the story actually happened to my mother.
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The washer stood there mockingly while Rose pulled hard to turn the cumbersome crank on the wringer. The heavy fabric of the Doctor's jumper resisted her and she cursed internally while she struggled.
"Oi, there. Mind that you don't stretch it out of shape," the Doctor called from the adjacent room where the Disney channel was blaring away on the TV.
"You could come and help, you know," she retorted.
"Well, if you had helped earlier and done as I asked, I wouldn't have ended up with green slime all over my favorite jumper. Now hurry it up."
Rose leaned around the corner and stage whispered, "What's with this washer anyway? They have a great big satellite dish out back but their washing machine belongs in a museum."
"Well, you've got to have your priorities," the Doctor flashed her a manic grin.
She was about to give him a new priority when their host reappeared.
"You getting that all right," she asked Rose with a benevolent smile
"Yeah, thanks," Rose forced a smile in return, "it just takes some getting used to."
"It's a real classic, that machine. Don't make 'em like they used to." The women gave the machine a fond pat, and Rose couldn't shake the image of the Doctor and the TARDIS console.
"No," Rose agreed with false levity, "they sure don't."
"Watch your fingers though. That wringer only goes in one direction. My aunt once caught a finger in there and ripped the nail clean off. Think you could have heard her yelling in three counties."
Rose snatched her hand away quickly. "Yeah, thanks for that. I'll be careful."
"Are you finished," the Doctor called.
"Almost." She gave the crank a final, vicious turn. "Wouldn't want you to have to go before Hannah Montana is over," she muttered to herself.
"Oi, I love this show."
Rating: : G/all ages
Characters: Rose, Nine
Summary: Doing laundry the old fashioned way
A/N: Written for
spastasmagoria who has infected me with the crack virus. :DShe requested the following:
a) Nine
b) An old-school crank washing machine.
c) The Disney Channel.
My grandmother had a 1940's model of those infamous washers seen here refusing to upgrade ever. The incident with the aunt mentioned in the story actually happened to my mother.
_____________________________________________________________
The washer stood there mockingly while Rose pulled hard to turn the cumbersome crank on the wringer. The heavy fabric of the Doctor's jumper resisted her and she cursed internally while she struggled.
"Oi, there. Mind that you don't stretch it out of shape," the Doctor called from the adjacent room where the Disney channel was blaring away on the TV.
"You could come and help, you know," she retorted.
"Well, if you had helped earlier and done as I asked, I wouldn't have ended up with green slime all over my favorite jumper. Now hurry it up."
Rose leaned around the corner and stage whispered, "What's with this washer anyway? They have a great big satellite dish out back but their washing machine belongs in a museum."
"Well, you've got to have your priorities," the Doctor flashed her a manic grin.
She was about to give him a new priority when their host reappeared.
"You getting that all right," she asked Rose with a benevolent smile
"Yeah, thanks," Rose forced a smile in return, "it just takes some getting used to."
"It's a real classic, that machine. Don't make 'em like they used to." The women gave the machine a fond pat, and Rose couldn't shake the image of the Doctor and the TARDIS console.
"No," Rose agreed with false levity, "they sure don't."
"Watch your fingers though. That wringer only goes in one direction. My aunt once caught a finger in there and ripped the nail clean off. Think you could have heard her yelling in three counties."
Rose snatched her hand away quickly. "Yeah, thanks for that. I'll be careful."
"Are you finished," the Doctor called.
"Almost." She gave the crank a final, vicious turn. "Wouldn't want you to have to go before Hannah Montana is over," she muttered to herself.
"Oi, I love this show."
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Date: 2008-03-22 09:47 pm (UTC)From:Thank yoU!!!!
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Date: 2008-03-23 12:20 am (UTC)From:I love you man.
*steals your beer*
Remember those commercials? No? Just me then?
Seriously, will you be my muse? I'm so firing mine. I haven't written that quick in a decade or so. (And wish I was exaggerating).
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Date: 2008-03-23 12:51 am (UTC)From:Ten, jackie's baby, underpants... ready set go :)
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Date: 2008-03-25 09:36 am (UTC)From:I have been set back by the whole staying in bed for two days with the yuck bug and taking Easter off to watch lots of Doctor Who with the boy (while snatching all the candy he's too young to appreciate) 'cause that's just the kind of awesome mom I am.
I thought I might also try and pester someone into brit-picking and beta reading for me. I have a bunch unfinished disasters I'd like to get a handle on someday.