Post by Deleted on May 29, 2016 18:08:20 GMT -5
Melonia awoke to the same interior lights of the now familiar Lan Dian compound. The luminescent bulbs glowing bright without so much as a single mechanical care in the world. She stared unblinking at them until her eyes began to water from the harsh light. Turning to look away Melonia rubbed her eyes to wipe away the last vestiges of a long night's sleep. She let out a long sigh, raising her arms over her head in a long and much needed stretch. Her back cracked several times as she twisted and rolling her shoulders. "Well... I guess it's that day." She spoke aloud, followed by a drawn out sigh. At that the Saiyan woman slowly lifted herself from bed, dropping down to her feet. She had grown to despise Sundays, for they meant only one thing. Chores. Melonia groaned and marched into her bathroom with grim determination. She looked around at the battlefield before her, her feminine hygiene products were splayed out across the counter top, the sinks needed to be cleaned, the toilet could do with a scrub, and the showering station drain was fast being clogged by all her hair.
The woman rubbed her temples, fingers pinched as they massaged stressed out skin. "I hate Sundays..." she muttered under her breath, before setting herself to work. Clad in only a long pink nightgown and her undergarments Melonia made for the cabinets located under her sink. Retrieving a pair of latex gloves she quickly suited up for the task at hand. Gathering a large drainage snake and a bottle of grout remover the Saiyan beauty reluctantly stepped into her showering unit. Setting down the drain snake she made herself busy spraying the cleaning solution into the gaps in the tiles of the walled room. The acidic cleaning substance quickly began to take effect, breaking down grime and filth caught in the places between ceramic tiles. While that was in working its magic Melonia moved to carefully unscrew the lid of her shower drain. It horrified her just removing it, when the circular drain came lose it brought with it a long tangled mass of her long crimson hair. Unsightly residue, stray strands that had been sucked down the drain and tangled together into one long sickening damp knot. Melonia wretched in disgust, carrying the nightmarish creation in one hand towards her toilet. "Ew, ew, ew, so gross!" She said to herself, fully aghast at the horror she had wrought. With considerable shaking and more horrified sounds Melonia managed to discard the eldritch horror into the toilet. With a flush it was gone, one demon sent back to hell.
Melonia then returned to her shower, tile scrubber in hand. Working at her earlier task she scooped up mildew and gunk from the crevasses of the cleansing station. It was nasty work, but it left the grout an immaculate white. It made her feel proud and accomplished in even such a menial task. Sure it was no great battle or training session, but it was honest hard work, and that was what Saiyans truly strive for. With the leavings in a neat pile Melonia scooped them up with a dust bin, placing the grimy muck in into the waste basket to toss out when she was done. "Another task down." She thought to herself, tossing away the gloves as well before retrieving a fresher pair. Swallowing the lump in her throat Melonia turned to the drain, still not free from the nightmare that was her discarded hair. With a long sigh and a healthy dose of self determination Melonia lowered herself to her knees, gazing down over the hole. She fed down the drain snake, hearing it slick and suck as it brushed past accumulated mounds of filth. With a baggie read to hold all the aftermath Melonia began snaking the drain. It was exactly as awful as she had feared, the smell unbearable like mildew and wet animal. Great matted globules of tangled damp hair and other unpleasantness were hauled out one by one and slopped into a pile inside the bag at her side. By the time Melonia finished she was considering shaving her head as an alternative to ever doing that again. But, she adored her hair far too much, every bit of suffering was worth it. So with no small amount of joy the Saiyan beauty discarded the now sealed back of hair waste and reattached the drain cover.
Upon finishing Melonia smacked her forehead with the flat of her hand. "I'm an idiot." She exclaimed, realizing she could easily be multitasking. The woman gathered up her waste bin, tying off the sack and carrying it back into her room. Adding the contents of the waste basket by her desk Melonia tied off the sack and set it down by her door. She could easily be doing a load of laundry while worked, since she did have a fair number of clothes that needed be cleaned. The Saiyaness slipped out of her nightgown, casting it to her bed. Panties and bra soon followed, while she turned to rummage for fresh clothes. A simple black tank top with matching pants would do, there was little left in her closest that could truly be called "clean." A white belt completed the ensemble, unfashionable though it may be. Her hair still a great crimson hued mess, Melonia had no desire for anyone of importance to see her this day. Not that anyone would save for a few Lan Dian household guards.
Humming to herself, her spirits lifted from being out of the war zone of her bathroom, Melonia began taking all her dirty clothes out of her walk in closet. Bras, panties, slacks, sweats, skirts, dresses, gowns, gloves, hats, tops, sweaters, dozens of each, the trophy horde of a fashionista that the salary of a Saiyan Officer. She tossed each garment lazily into a hamper, until it was stacked to the brim with all her unwashed attire. With garbage in hand and hamper in the other Melonia made for her doors, hovering a foot off the air and bumping the door panel with her generous rear. The polymer barrier slid open with a mechanical whir, allowing the Saiyan beauty to make way down the hall at her leisure. Melonia left her hamper of clothes in the manor's laundry facilities, large enough to accommodate all of the estate's sizable staff. She'd be back for these later, first she had to discard her trash. The woman made for the rear of the compound in haste, opening the outside door and tossing the bag into the waiting dumpsters along with the rest of the Lan Dian household's accumulated trash. Pickup day wasn't today, so the pile wreaked like death baking under the hot Natto sun. Blowing the stench from her face with a hand Melonia quickly slipped her way back inside.
The woman returned to the laundry facilities in a few brief minutes, scooping up her hamper and making her way to a row of idle washing machines. This room was a far cry from the academy, where cadets had been forced to hand wash all their attire themselves. Usually in the middle of the night, purely to deprive them of more sleep. But here, here she had Lie Shan's elegant estate to do the brunt of the work for her. So Melonia happily spent the time organizing her pile to fill half a dozen machines. Two for whites, four for colored, with one for hot and one for cold wash. Truly it was a beautiful thing in motion watching the washing machines buzz to life in unison at her command. She left her hamper atop one washer for later, mostly to mark Melonia's place. Signing out on a notary which machines she'd commandeered, the Saiyan returned to her quarters to resume the day's tasks. Her bathroom still needed tending to, so that came first on her list. Melonia drifted back in, donning new disposable gloves like the armor she planned to wear into battle. Making way to her toilet she retrieved the scrubbing brush that rested beside the device. Like the sword pulled forth from its sheath, Melonia gazed at the cleaning apparatus like the sacred weapon she'd wield into righteous battle. Unfortunately though the battle was hardly righteous, no glory was won and no heroic deeds achieved. Melonia simply sprayed a foaming solution into the bowl and then scrubbed heavily for five minutes until the entirety of the surface area was a gleaming polished white. One last flush to suck down the residue, and the woman poured a final squirt of blue cleaning liquid to color the water and sanitize the bowl.
Melonia returned the scrubber to its holster, placing her hands on her prominent hips as she inspected her handiwork. Toilet and shower were both now cleaned, and that meant to bulk of her task was finally done. She gave herself a satisfactory nod and returned to the toilet bowl cleaning solutions to the cabinet under her sink. The Saiyan beauty then resigned herself to the fact she still need actually clean the sink. Wetting a hand towel a dabbing it with a squirt of soap she began scrubbing and wiping clean the filth from her sink bowl as the water ran warm. After a few minutes of modest scrubbing the sink was looking rather clean. Melonia rinsed off her towel and set it aside. Now confronted with actually organizing her mess. She debated putting it off until she rotated her laundry, but her mental clock told her she had a few minutes to put the loads in the drier. Discarding what would be her third and final pair of disposable gloves for the morning Melonia took stock of the real estate around her sink. Bottles of shampoos and soaps, hair sprays and conditioners, even several bottles of hair dye she'd never found time to use lie scattered about. Mixed in with the lot were curling irons, straighteners, half a dozen brushes and far more combs. Make up supplies, including several small mirrors. Her toothbrush stood like a veteran soldiers victorious among the chaos, resting in his cup in the center of the madness. Melonia rolled her eyes and sighed at her sloppiness. In basic training she'd been lucky to even get a tooth brush. Most of the trainees looked like haggard shit at all hours and all days. Most of the men still did, even after graduating. Saiyans, particularly Saiyan men, were not well known for things like "hygiene", "cleanliness," or "beauty." That, Melonia reminded herself, is why it is imperative she keep a clean and tidy work space. Be it kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, or office.
After several minutes of organizational chaos Melonia has reorganized her sink top space into something resembling law and order. Bottles in neat orderly rows, with caps sealed shut and stacked from largest to smallest. Brushes and combs stowed away or neatly displayed, her make up supplies neatly arranged in their own little corner all to themselves. "Huh...didn't realize how much free space I had." Melonia mused to herself inspecting the aftermath. Ironically her toothbrush remained the only item unmoved, standing defiant next to the sink. "Alright, well that does it for the bathroom, might as well go check on my laundry." With that she departed in haste to fly out the door and around the winding corridors. Making for the laundry facilities with a lazy sense of haste. Melonia arrived to find her machines ready to rotate. She wasted little time moved the items by the armful to the opposite row of machines to be thoroughly dried. It took but a few minutes, shifting loads of clothing and setting the machines. Once they were started up and humming Melonia looked at them contently, before turning to again depart back to her room.
When she returned it was back to the grind. It had been a long while since Melonia had bothered to clean the floors of her bedroom. There was a small vacuum in her closest, which she quickly retrieved. Turning on some music loud enough to drown at the roaring device she flicked the machine on and quickly got to work. Humming along to the Saiyan rock jam as she began vacuuming clean her floor, slightly excited every time the machine sucked up a particularly big piece of garbage or filth. "Gods I'm getting lame, is this what I spent all that time at the Academy for?" She spoke to no one but herself, vacuuming up the empty floor space and moving chairs out of the way. The carpeting was a lighter shade of beige than Melonia remembered, and the vacuum bag was rapidly filling with junk. With a simple shove she moved her bed out of the way to clean underneath it, pushing it back just as effortlessly. Her desk suffered the same fate, unceremoniously moved to clean beneath. Once the doldrum was complete Melonia switched off the vacuum, then turned down her music as she set the cleaning contraption away. She was too lazy to empty the bag, she'd do that later. Maybe. With her room now thoroughly cleaned she spent the next couple minutes dusting her shelves, her blinds, and polishing her windows with a cleaning cloth. Once all that was sorted out she sped off to gather up her laundry.
With its drying cycle complete Melonia opened the driers and began unloading her clothes. Back into the hamper it went in one giant messy pile. She returned to her room and deposited the great load of clean clothes down on her bed. Melonia spent the better part of the next hour folding her laundry, storing it away in her closet and in a number of shelves. It was a happy sort of busywork, one that needed to be done. The pile slowly diminished until at long last nothing was left to remain. Melonia rung her hands, setting away her hamper and giving a long content sigh. "There, finally done." With that she walked off to open the door and actually begin to enjoy her day. "I wonder what there is to eat around here..." She mused, patting her toned belly and thinking of lunch. Hopefully there was no great stack of dishes, or she'd have to clean those too.
WC: 2397, Reward: Zeni
The woman rubbed her temples, fingers pinched as they massaged stressed out skin. "I hate Sundays..." she muttered under her breath, before setting herself to work. Clad in only a long pink nightgown and her undergarments Melonia made for the cabinets located under her sink. Retrieving a pair of latex gloves she quickly suited up for the task at hand. Gathering a large drainage snake and a bottle of grout remover the Saiyan beauty reluctantly stepped into her showering unit. Setting down the drain snake she made herself busy spraying the cleaning solution into the gaps in the tiles of the walled room. The acidic cleaning substance quickly began to take effect, breaking down grime and filth caught in the places between ceramic tiles. While that was in working its magic Melonia moved to carefully unscrew the lid of her shower drain. It horrified her just removing it, when the circular drain came lose it brought with it a long tangled mass of her long crimson hair. Unsightly residue, stray strands that had been sucked down the drain and tangled together into one long sickening damp knot. Melonia wretched in disgust, carrying the nightmarish creation in one hand towards her toilet. "Ew, ew, ew, so gross!" She said to herself, fully aghast at the horror she had wrought. With considerable shaking and more horrified sounds Melonia managed to discard the eldritch horror into the toilet. With a flush it was gone, one demon sent back to hell.
Melonia then returned to her shower, tile scrubber in hand. Working at her earlier task she scooped up mildew and gunk from the crevasses of the cleansing station. It was nasty work, but it left the grout an immaculate white. It made her feel proud and accomplished in even such a menial task. Sure it was no great battle or training session, but it was honest hard work, and that was what Saiyans truly strive for. With the leavings in a neat pile Melonia scooped them up with a dust bin, placing the grimy muck in into the waste basket to toss out when she was done. "Another task down." She thought to herself, tossing away the gloves as well before retrieving a fresher pair. Swallowing the lump in her throat Melonia turned to the drain, still not free from the nightmare that was her discarded hair. With a long sigh and a healthy dose of self determination Melonia lowered herself to her knees, gazing down over the hole. She fed down the drain snake, hearing it slick and suck as it brushed past accumulated mounds of filth. With a baggie read to hold all the aftermath Melonia began snaking the drain. It was exactly as awful as she had feared, the smell unbearable like mildew and wet animal. Great matted globules of tangled damp hair and other unpleasantness were hauled out one by one and slopped into a pile inside the bag at her side. By the time Melonia finished she was considering shaving her head as an alternative to ever doing that again. But, she adored her hair far too much, every bit of suffering was worth it. So with no small amount of joy the Saiyan beauty discarded the now sealed back of hair waste and reattached the drain cover.
Upon finishing Melonia smacked her forehead with the flat of her hand. "I'm an idiot." She exclaimed, realizing she could easily be multitasking. The woman gathered up her waste bin, tying off the sack and carrying it back into her room. Adding the contents of the waste basket by her desk Melonia tied off the sack and set it down by her door. She could easily be doing a load of laundry while worked, since she did have a fair number of clothes that needed be cleaned. The Saiyaness slipped out of her nightgown, casting it to her bed. Panties and bra soon followed, while she turned to rummage for fresh clothes. A simple black tank top with matching pants would do, there was little left in her closest that could truly be called "clean." A white belt completed the ensemble, unfashionable though it may be. Her hair still a great crimson hued mess, Melonia had no desire for anyone of importance to see her this day. Not that anyone would save for a few Lan Dian household guards.
Humming to herself, her spirits lifted from being out of the war zone of her bathroom, Melonia began taking all her dirty clothes out of her walk in closet. Bras, panties, slacks, sweats, skirts, dresses, gowns, gloves, hats, tops, sweaters, dozens of each, the trophy horde of a fashionista that the salary of a Saiyan Officer. She tossed each garment lazily into a hamper, until it was stacked to the brim with all her unwashed attire. With garbage in hand and hamper in the other Melonia made for her doors, hovering a foot off the air and bumping the door panel with her generous rear. The polymer barrier slid open with a mechanical whir, allowing the Saiyan beauty to make way down the hall at her leisure. Melonia left her hamper of clothes in the manor's laundry facilities, large enough to accommodate all of the estate's sizable staff. She'd be back for these later, first she had to discard her trash. The woman made for the rear of the compound in haste, opening the outside door and tossing the bag into the waiting dumpsters along with the rest of the Lan Dian household's accumulated trash. Pickup day wasn't today, so the pile wreaked like death baking under the hot Natto sun. Blowing the stench from her face with a hand Melonia quickly slipped her way back inside.
The woman returned to the laundry facilities in a few brief minutes, scooping up her hamper and making her way to a row of idle washing machines. This room was a far cry from the academy, where cadets had been forced to hand wash all their attire themselves. Usually in the middle of the night, purely to deprive them of more sleep. But here, here she had Lie Shan's elegant estate to do the brunt of the work for her. So Melonia happily spent the time organizing her pile to fill half a dozen machines. Two for whites, four for colored, with one for hot and one for cold wash. Truly it was a beautiful thing in motion watching the washing machines buzz to life in unison at her command. She left her hamper atop one washer for later, mostly to mark Melonia's place. Signing out on a notary which machines she'd commandeered, the Saiyan returned to her quarters to resume the day's tasks. Her bathroom still needed tending to, so that came first on her list. Melonia drifted back in, donning new disposable gloves like the armor she planned to wear into battle. Making way to her toilet she retrieved the scrubbing brush that rested beside the device. Like the sword pulled forth from its sheath, Melonia gazed at the cleaning apparatus like the sacred weapon she'd wield into righteous battle. Unfortunately though the battle was hardly righteous, no glory was won and no heroic deeds achieved. Melonia simply sprayed a foaming solution into the bowl and then scrubbed heavily for five minutes until the entirety of the surface area was a gleaming polished white. One last flush to suck down the residue, and the woman poured a final squirt of blue cleaning liquid to color the water and sanitize the bowl.
Melonia returned the scrubber to its holster, placing her hands on her prominent hips as she inspected her handiwork. Toilet and shower were both now cleaned, and that meant to bulk of her task was finally done. She gave herself a satisfactory nod and returned to the toilet bowl cleaning solutions to the cabinet under her sink. The Saiyan beauty then resigned herself to the fact she still need actually clean the sink. Wetting a hand towel a dabbing it with a squirt of soap she began scrubbing and wiping clean the filth from her sink bowl as the water ran warm. After a few minutes of modest scrubbing the sink was looking rather clean. Melonia rinsed off her towel and set it aside. Now confronted with actually organizing her mess. She debated putting it off until she rotated her laundry, but her mental clock told her she had a few minutes to put the loads in the drier. Discarding what would be her third and final pair of disposable gloves for the morning Melonia took stock of the real estate around her sink. Bottles of shampoos and soaps, hair sprays and conditioners, even several bottles of hair dye she'd never found time to use lie scattered about. Mixed in with the lot were curling irons, straighteners, half a dozen brushes and far more combs. Make up supplies, including several small mirrors. Her toothbrush stood like a veteran soldiers victorious among the chaos, resting in his cup in the center of the madness. Melonia rolled her eyes and sighed at her sloppiness. In basic training she'd been lucky to even get a tooth brush. Most of the trainees looked like haggard shit at all hours and all days. Most of the men still did, even after graduating. Saiyans, particularly Saiyan men, were not well known for things like "hygiene", "cleanliness," or "beauty." That, Melonia reminded herself, is why it is imperative she keep a clean and tidy work space. Be it kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, or office.
After several minutes of organizational chaos Melonia has reorganized her sink top space into something resembling law and order. Bottles in neat orderly rows, with caps sealed shut and stacked from largest to smallest. Brushes and combs stowed away or neatly displayed, her make up supplies neatly arranged in their own little corner all to themselves. "Huh...didn't realize how much free space I had." Melonia mused to herself inspecting the aftermath. Ironically her toothbrush remained the only item unmoved, standing defiant next to the sink. "Alright, well that does it for the bathroom, might as well go check on my laundry." With that she departed in haste to fly out the door and around the winding corridors. Making for the laundry facilities with a lazy sense of haste. Melonia arrived to find her machines ready to rotate. She wasted little time moved the items by the armful to the opposite row of machines to be thoroughly dried. It took but a few minutes, shifting loads of clothing and setting the machines. Once they were started up and humming Melonia looked at them contently, before turning to again depart back to her room.
When she returned it was back to the grind. It had been a long while since Melonia had bothered to clean the floors of her bedroom. There was a small vacuum in her closest, which she quickly retrieved. Turning on some music loud enough to drown at the roaring device she flicked the machine on and quickly got to work. Humming along to the Saiyan rock jam as she began vacuuming clean her floor, slightly excited every time the machine sucked up a particularly big piece of garbage or filth. "Gods I'm getting lame, is this what I spent all that time at the Academy for?" She spoke to no one but herself, vacuuming up the empty floor space and moving chairs out of the way. The carpeting was a lighter shade of beige than Melonia remembered, and the vacuum bag was rapidly filling with junk. With a simple shove she moved her bed out of the way to clean underneath it, pushing it back just as effortlessly. Her desk suffered the same fate, unceremoniously moved to clean beneath. Once the doldrum was complete Melonia switched off the vacuum, then turned down her music as she set the cleaning contraption away. She was too lazy to empty the bag, she'd do that later. Maybe. With her room now thoroughly cleaned she spent the next couple minutes dusting her shelves, her blinds, and polishing her windows with a cleaning cloth. Once all that was sorted out she sped off to gather up her laundry.
With its drying cycle complete Melonia opened the driers and began unloading her clothes. Back into the hamper it went in one giant messy pile. She returned to her room and deposited the great load of clean clothes down on her bed. Melonia spent the better part of the next hour folding her laundry, storing it away in her closet and in a number of shelves. It was a happy sort of busywork, one that needed to be done. The pile slowly diminished until at long last nothing was left to remain. Melonia rung her hands, setting away her hamper and giving a long content sigh. "There, finally done." With that she walked off to open the door and actually begin to enjoy her day. "I wonder what there is to eat around here..." She mused, patting her toned belly and thinking of lunch. Hopefully there was no great stack of dishes, or she'd have to clean those too.
WC: 2397, Reward: Zeni
