Every Saturday, Ernie's Wash-O-Rama has a special discounted rate for laundry. It's a small laundromat, compared to some of the larger ones found in upscale neighborhoods, and is mostly attended by people from around the block. The machines run on tokens; the discounted rate means that you get more tokens for your money. As one could assume (tokens in a laundromat in this day and age?), this is a fairly old-fashioned facility. They work well, however, and there are even some retro (circa 1987-93) arcade games set up in one corner. 20-something geek-hipsters occasionally drop by to play.<br/><br/>Throughout the day, people from around the block drop in, often bearing entire carts full of laundry bags. They're in a rush, of course, because nobody likes doing laundry, and almost everyone has something better to do with their saturday. In the haze of routine, they can hardly notice anything out of the ordinary...not even the stressed-out drow pacing nervously back and forth waiting for her clothes to wash. Or the strange, muscular man wearing a shortsword at his waist, perplexed at the operation of a snack vending machine. He taps the glass, shakes the machine angrily, but can't seem to figure the damn thing out. And they certainly don't notice<em>you</em>...