For singlecrow, who wanted to know my DS9 laundry headcanons.
I’d think laundry’s done the same way most station residents bathe themselves: sonics do most of the heavy lifting, with water washes reserved for luxury. There’s no sign any individual quarters have their own in-house laundry facilities, which is probably a design feature, not a flaw, since the Cardassians who first lived there wouldn’t have done their own laundry, and the Bajorans would have done their laundry along with the Cardassians’. So what machines there would be to take care of things would be on a larger scale than what I have in my building’s basement, or my parents have in their apartment. Think Gilded Age mansion laundry rooms and staff, or in-house hospital and hotel laundry rooms, at least in terms of what they’re capable of handling on a daily basis and the manpower involved.
Some places would be able to do their own laundry, if they converted the cubic footage for it, but given how empty space is the biggest luxury possible in a controlled environment - one more reason to be furious about clutter and mess - I can’t see people doing more than hand-washing a few delicate objects in their bathrooms, the way I sometimes do with pantyhose and tights. Laundry on DS9 would be a business, with Starfleet as a single client all the way from the Commander down to the Ensigns. As they have to provide their own uniforms, Quark’s staff has to manage their own laundry bills, and there’s a mutual understanding and discount rate if everyone drops off their stuff at the same time, on the same day. The Klingon restaurant would have to pay a premium anytime something alive stows along inside a chef’s apron. (Stephen King talked a little bit about that sort of encounter, rather vividly, in On Writing.)
If you ask nicely and stay polite, you’ll get everything back ironed, folded, and pressed. Forget to do so, it’ll be returned balled-up in the same bag it came in. You get what you pay for.
As for dealings between currency-based and currency-free economies, this essay says it all, and very neatly at that.
This is super! :) I love the idea of things lurking in Klingon chefs’ pockets and Starfleet basically having a procurement contract with the station laundry. And I wonder how guilty Kira would feel about putting her own things in with the Starfleet bundle. Like, she doesn’t have time to go down to the Promenade today, and Jadzia’s like, who’s even gonna notice, and even if they do who’s gonna come up here and be like LIEUTENANT DAX THIS IS NOT YOUR SHIRT, but she still feels guilty.
OK, for some reason at the pool earlier today, I was mulling over how angry I am about Kira’s mysteriously shrinking uniform over the years and then I was reminded of this post.
My new head-canon for Kira’s mysteriously shrinking uniform is she pissed off someone in the laundry who keeps shrinking her uniforms when she sends them to be washed. Kira is obviously too stubborn to admit there’s a problem. Voila.
That…that actually makes sense! Head-canon accepted.