Note: Canon point is a couple of years after the main events of Barrayar, but prior to the epilogue.
Laundry mishap
[ It's bad enough that she's found herself aboard a strange ship, far from her home of Barrayar that she's sacrificed so much for and away from her toddling son. The contract had felt coerced and foreign to be applying her word to a written document. Even still, this isn't the worst of what she's endured in her life. She will make it through this too.
The uniform assigned to her causes her to side-eye the fabric and while she wears what she arrived in for as long as she can stand, her lady-like long dress and bolero could only go so long without a cleaning. At least with the laundry services here, she feels confident that she'll be able to keep at least this one attire from home safe. She doesn't give it a second thought when she swaps into one of the uniforms given to her and sends it off with the rest of her, albeit meager pile given her short stay, laundry. It's an act as normal as breathing when she's at home.
The second thoughts come when she examines her wardrobe upon her clothing's return and immediately sees the problem. Someone caused her clothes to shrink. The rest of her uniforms are a wash and replaceable, but Vor fashions from home?
Their destruction is almost inexcusable.
It's not proper to leave her room in the same ship knits she slept in, but it'll have to do given the alternative and she's set off into the halls to find the person responsible. ]
Excuse me. Who's in charge of the laundry aboard this ship?
On your own/Wildcard
[ Feel free to find her anywhere on the ship, wearing a dark-colored dress with a long skirt and bolero, and her head held high. She will be inspecting her new surroundings with a careful eye. Space travel isn't new where she's from, but she's never had the chance to experience it herself. ]
Alys Vorpatril | The Vorkosigan Saga
Laundry mishap
[ It's bad enough that she's found herself aboard a strange ship, far from her home of Barrayar that she's sacrificed so much for and away from her toddling son. The contract had felt coerced and foreign to be applying her word to a written document. Even still, this isn't the worst of what she's endured in her life. She will make it through this too.
The uniform assigned to her causes her to side-eye the fabric and while she wears what she arrived in for as long as she can stand, her lady-like long dress and bolero could only go so long without a cleaning. At least with the laundry services here, she feels confident that she'll be able to keep at least this one attire from home safe. She doesn't give it a second thought when she swaps into one of the uniforms given to her and sends it off with the rest of her, albeit meager pile given her short stay, laundry. It's an act as normal as breathing when she's at home.
The second thoughts come when she examines her wardrobe upon her clothing's return and immediately sees the problem. Someone caused her clothes to shrink. The rest of her uniforms are a wash and replaceable, but Vor fashions from home?
Their destruction is almost inexcusable.
It's not proper to leave her room in the same ship knits she slept in, but it'll have to do given the alternative and she's set off into the halls to find the person responsible. ]
Excuse me. Who's in charge of the laundry aboard this ship?
On your own/Wildcard
[ Feel free to find her anywhere on the ship, wearing a dark-colored dress with a long skirt and bolero, and her head held high. She will be inspecting her new surroundings with a careful eye. Space travel isn't new where she's from, but she's never had the chance to experience it herself. ]