April Catch-All

[itstillhurt]

Who: Azula and You
Which: Open Log (+ Various Interactive Dreams)
Where: Multiple locations
What: Azula is up to things and most of them are probably bad ideas.
Warnings: Inevitable themes of all the stuff Azula's backstory has going on- child abuse, warfare, genocide, et cetera.

(Prompts will go below. The open prompts are, well, open, but if you'd like a closed prompt feel free to request one below, hit up my plotting post, or otherwise get in touch!)

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[itstillhurt]

[... dude? You're on thin ice, friend.]

It's difficult to think about possibilities when one of those irritating constructs is attempting to mop my face.

[morsecodes]

Then maybe you need to wash your face more? [why else would magic cleaning supplies be all in her face? He shrugs.]

But no, think about it! If we can catch them, we never have to clean our houses again!

[this is implying he cleans his house as it is. His workshop is a disaster, but there's no time for cleaning when you have a deadline to meet!!]

[itstillhurt]

[She is supremely unimpressed by your suggestion, sir. Her voice takes on a venomous false sweetness.]

First, my hygiene is impeccable, when I'm not being aggressively besieged by pollen. Second, it's not that difficult to simply clean your own home. Even I can manage it, and I grew up with servants. Third, those things are an ill-behaved menace.

[morsecodes]

Okay, sure, keeping a house clean is one thing. But my workshop? That's another entirely. Grease and oil is such a pain to clean. [And he gets it literally everywhere, including all over him. At least he had Buford now to help with the laundry.]

I'm just saying, if we can tame them, then it'd stop them running around like crazy out here, and put them to good use. [he just hates cleaning, so sue him. Let him be a little lazy about one thing.]

[itstillhurt]

I'm not sure what you think you can't do that an animated mop can.

[Still not impressed. But she's at least not doing the dangerous fake-nice voice anymore.]

If cleaning with manual labor is too much for you, just use dreamotion.

[morsecodes]

A magical mop, actually. [And why couldn't the mop do what he couldn't? Really, what it boiled down to was the time it would free up towards more tinkering.]

It's not the manual labor part that's too much, it's the time it takes! Imagine what I could make in all that time! We set sail on my ship in like two weeks and I have so much to get done still!

[then why were you chasing a magic mop instead of working, Valdez? Good question.]

[itstillhurt]

[His ship? Set sail?

Wait...]

Ahhh, you must be the master nautical engineer I had that charmingly semi-intelligible conversation with on the journals.

[A smirk.]

Well, I suppose that at least puts your unorthodox approach to cleanliness into perspective.

[She doesn't say that like it's a compliment.]

[morsecodes]

--- Oh? Did we talk on there? [listen there were so many people that replied, and he can barely read properly, so it's all a blur.]

But yeah! My ship's almost done, and it's just as awesome and badass as before! But imagine how much more badass I could make it if I didn't have to clean up my mess as I went!!

[It's just an obvious answer for efficiency!!]

[itstillhurt]

I suppose you could call that 'talking,' if one were being generous.

[The attitude toward his work does not impress her.]

If you're feeling this unmotivated to clean up after your inventions, it seems to me the least you could do is invent your own automated cleaning process.

[morsecodes]

Yeah, right. Like, what kind of ancient text is this? Let me having texting or facetiming, come on! [her snark goes completely over his head.]

See, that's what I'm trying to do! If I can catch some of these cleaning supplies, I can have a completely automated cleaning system in place! Then I can save my bronze and metals for making the really important stuff!

[itstillhurt]

[She actually knows what those things are, thanks to her time in the city... a fact that only annoys her further.]

You do realize that just using dreamotion, as I suggested, would still be faster than wrangling wayward utensils.