Clarisse stops at what looks like a linen closet in the hallway, first, but on opening the door she knows there won't be anything they can use. There's an old washer dryer set inside, the doors cloudy and smeared with some kind of residue, and an ancient bottle of detergent sitting on top. She lifts it and gives it a shake, just in case, but the liquid inside has long since dried up.
She moves on to the bathroom, where she has more luck. There's no useable soap that she can find, but there are two towels folded inside the cabinets that aren't totally covered in mouse shit. They are covered in a layer of about three inches of dust, though. She shakes them out and gathers them under one arm, holding her breath, and then checks the medicine cabinet. She isn't expecting to find anything, but there's an old and slightly rusted pair of scissors that she takes and slips into her bag. Nice.
"I found towels," she calls as she heads back to the stairs.
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Clarisse stops at what looks like a linen closet in the hallway, first, but on opening the door she knows there won't be anything they can use. There's an old washer dryer set inside, the doors cloudy and smeared with some kind of residue, and an ancient bottle of detergent sitting on top. She lifts it and gives it a shake, just in case, but the liquid inside has long since dried up.
She moves on to the bathroom, where she has more luck. There's no useable soap that she can find, but there are two towels folded inside the cabinets that aren't totally covered in mouse shit. They are covered in a layer of about three inches of dust, though. She shakes them out and gathers them under one arm, holding her breath, and then checks the medicine cabinet. She isn't expecting to find anything, but there's an old and slightly rusted pair of scissors that she takes and slips into her bag. Nice.
"I found towels," she calls as she heads back to the stairs.