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I can't be the only person here with a wardrobe full of dry-clean only clothing. Considering the laundry room isn't exactly equipped to take care of it, what methods have the rest of you been using?

[Private to Mindy]
We're overdue for a meeting. Level 6 common room, after dinner. NOT OPTIONAL.

[Filtered to Hayley & Capa]
I want you to tell me everything you remember about port. [He figures he doesn't need to specify which port.] In person, preferably.

[Filtered to Miss Parker, added later]
You're on inventory, right?

And congratulations, on graduating. I know it's belated.

[OOC: Like so many, Arthur's going to pretend the flood never happened. That's right, he's not even going to give a cursory "WELL THAT SUCKED." The only indication that he's pissy is the fact that, well, EVERYTHING'S TEXT BECAUSE HE DOESN'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU JERKS. Also, his hideous solicitation post is now retroactively encrypted-- well, Arthur-encrypted. He's probably decent, but not better than any of the tech types here.

ALSO. He's hanging out in the laundry room right now, sitting on a machine that he accidentally overloaded with all of his bedding because it's unclean. Fun Fact: Arthur doesn't actually do his own laundry back home. SO HE IS IGNORANT and has been barely scraping by on the Barge. SO IF YOU WANT TO HANG OUT WITH HIM, SPAM AWAY.

And sorry for the crap post. I have awful writer's block today.]

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[paradoxlol]

[Arthur nods. He's not all that good at small talk, but this seems... safe, at least.]

Yeah. [He leaves it at that for a moment, then adds:] Once I sorted through the incredulous questions about why a man needs dry cleaning. [Small talk accomplished, and nothing about the other night was raised. He'd consider it a small success... if his communicator didn't just beep with a new message. He looks down at it, then makes a terribly unamused face. The Master, Narvin's inmate, with a pointed comment about... cleaning up. GREAT.]

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[timesbureaucrat]

[Narvin is reassured that they are both apparently in agreement that It Didn't Happen and therefore does not need to be talked about. He has gotten rid of the offensive clothes, successfully had a perfectly normal and innocuous conversation, and he has concluded that Arthur would like to forget the whole business just as much as Narvin would. So when Arthur is distracted by his communicator again, Narvin takes it as a cue to leave.]

Well...good day to you. [He gives Arthur a brisk nod and heads for the door.]

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[paradoxlol]

[Arthur gives a distracted:] Uh huh. [And types out another grouchy response to the Master. He's scowling again as he lets out a terse:] Goodbye.