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Who: Sandoval and YOU!
What: Sandoval is exploring the castle and trying to find who owns the place.
When: Right after he finishes his journal post.
Where: All around the castle; just write in the subject where you'd like to meet him!
Rating: I'm going to go with PG13 here because Sandoval is pretty awful. If your character is not comfortable with sexual material, please post HERE for my reference. Thanks!

Sandoval wasn't sure about this place, not one bit.

For one thing, he'd hardly run into anything that looked vaguely familiar, apart from a few decorations in the hallway - he'd found something that look remotely like a kitchen, but he'd found nothing but metal boxes - one of which that, when opened up, seemed to emit light and was very, very cold on the inside. He hadn't enjoyed that one bit, or the next room over, where large metal boxes also seemed to be whirring loudly, and making wet fabrics fly around on the inside. So, he'd quickly moved on from those rooms to wandering the halls and stairwells, peeking occasionally into rooms to see their contents, and looking very, very lost.

Oh, what he wouldn't give for a guard to come by! But that was too much to ask for, it seemed, since this place was rather large on the inside. He just hoped he'd come across someone soon.

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Brock poured in some detergent, motioning toward the dials and buttons on the top of the machine.

"It's hooked up to a water supply," he said, which was putting it in the simplest terms he could muster. He closed the door and turned everything to the appropriate settings, then started the machine. Which, of course, started making those loud washing machine noises that washing machines did.

"So, that's the water ..."

As Brock pointed to each dial, Sandoval inspected them, curiously, with a bit of a furrowed brow. He'd never quite seen a contraption like this before.

"I see... so the water comes in... and then you push this little circle, and it uses that to clean your laundry?"

He seemed to understand at least the basics, though he was curious what each of the little dials did. "So this one... if you turn it, it changes the temperature of the water, correct? And this other one here, this 'cycle'... what does this do?"

"Pretty much," he said, nodding. Maybe fantasy/medieval/whatever people weren't so hopeless after all.

"Uh, the cycle is like ... how fast the clothes kind of move around inside the machine." He moved his hands in a vague shaking motion to (poorly) illustrate this. "So if you have something really delicate, you don't want it to move too fast or it'll tear it up."

"It seems so very simple! No sacrificing your first-born goat or anything like that? Is there any real catch or is the castle just this... well, nice?" The ambassador didn't seem to buy it, but then again, Brock had been here a lot longer than he had...

"I see, I see! Delicate fabrics need a gentle touch... so a slower cycle means more gentle... just like sex." Sandoval smiled, clapping his hands together a few times. "Perfect! I think I understand now. So what is it that made the bubbles from before? I clearly remember seeing lots of bubbles!"

Brock stared at him for a second, but didn't otherwise comment on the firstborn... goat? thing. He'd heard weirder things. At least the laundry machines didn't run on the heart of an orphan or anything.

"Uhhh, as far as laundry goes? Nah. It's just technology."

This was also the first time someone had equated delicate rinse cycle to sex, so that throws him off a bit. Cue some more staring. "What? Bubbles?"

"Oh, well that is just splendid! It's easy, then!" He crooned, gently patting the top of one of the machines with glee. "I do like easy."

He could tell he was being stared at, but Sandoval didn't seem to care. "Yes, bubbles! Do you just stick a bar of soap somewhere or is there a different procedure?" He lifted one of the lids of the empty ones to see if there was a bar of soap already in it.

"Oh ... no, it's the, uh ..."

He trails off, trying to think of some way to explain this where an elf would get it. He knows what soap is at least, so that's a step in the right direction.

"It's liquid soap. Just for clothes," he finally settled on, because that made the most sense.

"Liquid soap? Wouldn't that be too hot? Or do you dissolve the soap in some water first? Though I would think that would defeat the purpose of adding water already..."

He thought about it for a moment, before looking up on the shelves to see if he could find some of this fabled "liquid soap".

"May I see some of this soap?"

"It's not molten, it's, uh ... here."

Brock picked up a container of detergent (Tide brand, just like everything in the room because the castle is weird) and held it out. "It already comes in liquid form. So you just pour some in the machine."

Sandoval curiously stared at this "Tide"... and then carefully reached out for the jug and held it in his hands. Swishing it around he felt the liquid inside - and then, after figuring out how to twist the cap open, he looked inside. "I see! So you put this and the water in... and it does its magic... and then you hang everything up to dry when it's done?"

"Well, it's not really magic, but ... yeah, sure, whatever."

Whatever helped him understand it the best! Brock didn't really care.

"You can hang it up, or there are machines that'll do it for you, yeah."

Everything was, unfortunately, much easier to explain than magic. Even technology, especially when coming from a medieval fantasy background.

"More machines for drying? Can I see these too?" He wondered if perhaps those were the ones on the far end that had the flap in the side instead of on top... but he hadn't bothered to explore much when he was alone, and he was enjoying present company. "Though I suppose hanging them up is less effort... but slower, no?"

"Uh, yeah, sure," he said, jerking his head toward the other machines and then walking over there. Sandoval had surmised correctly: the ones on the far end were the dryers.

"Pretty much. Sometimes if you put them in the machine, the heat will make 'em shrink, too. Depending on what kind of material it is."

Sandoval was quick to follow, hovering behind Brock the whole way. It was his natural state, in a way. He lightly tapped one dryer with his foot, to find that it was the same metal as the washers.

"Oh, my! So it's like a sort of curse? Can they ever go back to their original size, or are they stuck that way?" He was beginning to think it would just be best to hang his clothes. After all, he'd gone through a lot of trouble to swipe the ones he had. He didn't want to do any unnecessary work.

"A curse -- what? No," he said, kind of giving Sandoval a look. Did they not have cotton in whatever medieval pastiche of a world he came from...

"I mean... okay, sometimes stuff gets stretched out, right? This is kind of the opposite. Sort of. Because of the heat."

Brock is not a scientist at all.

"Never mind."

I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts

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So sorry this was late, December's kinda been hell over here

no problem! i completely understand c:

I am so sorry for him...

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