Day 30: Men's Showers (Third Shift)

[notachick]

The lockdown had been interesting. The fact that the staff had enough power to put down a rebellion that quickly and then lock people into their rooms just as fast was something of a feat to be admired. Their efficiency would have been much more impressive if Okita had been on the other side of it, however. As it stood, he had to keep his

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[longlivetehking]

[free to bother]

It was not that Scar minded personal hygiene. In fact, he had always considered it important. The feline never wanted his fur to end up as a collection of sand, dust, twigs, flees and other miscellaneous things. So no, that wasn't the reason for Scar's protests. He outright refused entering a certain damp room as soon as he heard that 'taking showers' involved water. Didn't anyone knew that lions didn't even like water? That Scar didn't like water? What had happened with licking yourself clean?

But in the end, the King's protests had not made any difference. He was simply shoved into the showers while given a piece of cloth and the instruction to clean himself. So now he simply stood in one of the stalls, not sure what to do or even if he wanted to do this

[mozenwrath]

[Might I be the one to bother? :D

[longlivetehking]

That could have been expected. Not that Scar welcomed the remark, because making a fool out of himself and getting wet was unpleasant enough as it was.

"No, not at all. Whatever made you conclude such a thing?" he replied dryly, and after a small pause, he added:

"Any other obvious things you wish to share?" Stating the obvious seemed to be a common trait among humans. That, or he had the luck of running into persons who seemed fond of doing so.

[mozenwrath]

The man was of a foul temperament. Mozenrath could appreciate at that, especially since he was none-too-happy to be here either. He put a finger to his lips and "hmm"-ed. "No, not particularly."

"Unless," the sorcerer added, "You would like me to make one. Perhaps about your advanced age?" This man could probably do some severe damage to him with little effort, Mozenrath recognized, but he wasn't one to bite his tongue unless actively in a precarious position.

[0bnoxious]

[unknowingly waiting for Fayt]

Albel outright ignored his nurse on their way to the showers. The irritating wench once again insisted on bothering him with her trivial babble. The Elicoorian was glad to finally reach the showers, and after stripping himself of the pitiful clothing and bandages along with the warning to 'be careful with his wounds' (did that wench think that he never had a wound before?), he was finally allowed to take a shower.

There weren't too many scum around just yet, which suited the captain just fine. The last thing he needed was some other stupid maggot staring at him. Turning the knob, the water began to run, he reached out for the soap and began to wash himself.

[firmadivita]

Brooklyn was right to think his comment must have sounded suspicious, especially considering he had no idea what his friends looked like, but luckily for him, Fayt wasn't given enough time to ask before a nurse whisked him away. Oh well, the young man thought as his nurse escorted him through the halls, he could always ask later.

For now he would just have to- Shower? Fayt frowned as he stepped into the bathrooms, his uniformed escort heedlessly stepping in after him. For some reason the idea of communal showers in an asylum struck him as odd--not because there were a bunch of naked guys all stuck in one room, but because it just seemed like a risky move for people who claimed to believe they were all 'insane'. Were none of the staff were worried that someone might have a fit and attack someone?

Was this a sign of them knowing that they the majority of them might not be crazy at all, or were they just confident that they could take care of the situation? Fayt sighed and stripped off his clothes before stepping into the shower room

[0bnoxious]

Albel turned his head at the sound of his name, somewhat surprised to see a familiar blue-haired kid standing there. Fayt? Hadn't he and that blond lummox established that the maggot was no longer here? On the other hand, they had also established that Fayt had a habit of showing up just when you thought he had gotten himself killed. Perhaps that leash wasn't such a bad idea, after all.

"Hmph, so you're still here after all, maggot." Albel said, not bothering with a hello. "Where the hell do you keep hiding, anyway?" The whole 'disappeared/still here' thing was getting old.

[firmadivita]

"Still here? Albel, what are you talking about?" Albel was making as much sense as everyone else Fayt had talked to, he was beginning to worry about whether maybe this was the effect of something in this place. Trauma, maybe? Albel was strong, and he was the type of guy who did whatever it took to get stronger, but that didn't mean he was invincible.

Fayt found himself glancing at Albel's arm again, or what was left of it. This time, the young man also noticed that his shoulder was also looking pretty bad as well. "What happened to you?" he asked. If he was lucky he would still be able to cast a Healing spell, not that Albel would be happy at the thought, but right now Albel didn't look so good and his protests could wait.

[bond_off_lame]

"And that's what 'mung' means." Axel explained to his nurse as he was escorted out of his room and down the hallway, talking for the sake of conversation. His earlier conversation with Ashton left him somewhat jittery, so he decided to take it on the unsuspecting staff member when she appeared

[numberii]

Of all the members of the Organization, very few were left. Luxord, Xigbar, Axel, and possibly Saix, so far as the Freeshooter knew. And of them, Saix had never been too much of a 'friend' towards Number Two, so there was no real need to check up on him for now. However... Xigbar hadn't checked in on Axel since the night of that strange operation

[bond_off_lame]

Axel hadn't actually expected anyone to stroll up to him during this shift. After all, every time he'd been there it had always been the other way around, but it wasn't to say he minded the whole ordeal. In fact, the redhead found himself grinning over at the senior member, offering him a small smirk at his somewhat questionable comment, but he didn't think too much of it.

"Hey sugar pie. It's been a while hasn't it?" If he didn't know any better, the Nobody could've sworn that the last time he'd even associated himself with the man was when he was still on crutches. Demyx had tagged along too, of course, but the water monger was nowhere to be seen. It was only right to assume that the blond disappeared along with the rest of the Organization, a feat he was already long used to.

Still, he had to ask just in case.

"You haven't seen any of the others, have you? I mean, besides sir bottle blond."

[numberii]

"I was starting to think you didn't like me anymore. But hey, at least you're on your own two feet; seems like most of the others get knocked down an' never get back up." Xigbar chuckled, easily and lightly, before starting to work on his hair. Clearly that was a primary selling point, so it would be a good idea to continue taking care of it. 'sides, it was required by law for every member of the Organization to have some sort of ridiculous hair style, so he'd just have to roll with it as always.

As for that other question? Whew. Xigbar was starting to wonder if he'd ever get to have any of his fellow Old Fogies to stay for more than a few days. Just his luck, huh? Karma or something. Ah well. At least there were some people with hearts who could keep him busy. And Luxord, too. "Naw, couldn't say that I have. Seven's still sulking around, maybe, but that's it. Must be a weight off your shoulders, not having to worry about the Organization randomly deciding to try to do you in."

[prince_of_jurai]

[Free for Interaction

[accursed_rock]

Blushing furiously, Zelgadis stepped into the public showers. His days always seemed to descend from bad to worse around here-- first the brawl, now this.

He stepped in front of a silver spigot, hoping water would simply pour down. After a moment he realized this wasn't going to happen, and became more embarrassed still. How did one control this water? He glanced from side to side, hoping someone would take pity on him and tell him how to use this...thing.

[felled_hero]

Well, that had been something of an interesting start to the day. Hughes wasn't surprised at how quickly the riot was quelled, or what had happened to those who'd been involved.

He just smiled and nodded at his nurse as he was ushered into the showers. This sort of thing was routine to him, and he stripped and headed into the main shower room with a yawn.

He spotted the guy he'd been talking with at breakfast, before the riot erupted, and headed over. He nodded to the man next to him, not recalling a name.

"Hey," he said in greeting, turning on the faucet on the other side of Tenchi. "Figured I could fill in anything I didn't over breakfast, if someone else hasn't already. You guys weren't busy, were you?"

[prince_of_jurai]

Tenchi felt bad for the one guy next to him. It seemed like he didn't know how to use the faucet.

"Um, you've got to turn it to the left." he said, pointing to the faucet."

As he was finishing his short explanation, he heard a voice to his other side. Jumping, he turned to see Hughes standing next to him.

"Oh, hello Mr. Hughes. No, after the riot began I was escorted back to my room alone. I don't know what happened to Miss Sierra."

Tenchi fumbled with his soap a bit more.

"Mr. Hughes? You mentioned that there are...monsters...at night. What happens to the nurses, orderlies, and doctors?"

He didn't particularly like the nurses, but he didn't wish harm on them either. He'd prefer if they all just went home or something.

[i_slay_giants]

[Free for pestering]

Jack was a bit pleased to hear that it was time for a shower. In the almost-week he'd been at Landels, he hadn't gotten a shower, not really. Perhaps that was the reason the ladies weren't as attentive as they usually were; he probably smelled a bit ripe. He mused over this as he stripped. Despite not having bathed and being pretty active, he didn't have too strong an offensive odor.

Oh, the magic of this place.

He slid beneath the nozzle and turned up the water nice and hot. Yes, there was a lovely sort of comfort to a long overdue shower...

[vintage_brit]

Mason had always thought showering was a bit overrated, but he figured it might be a good idea to wash off some of the blood and gore he'd been accumulating in the past few days. He stripped quickly and left his clothes in a messy pile, exposing his bright blue back and all the scorch marks left over from his little adventure in the kitchen.

He noticed the mirrors along the walls and turned to see if his face had healed at all. ...A bit, maybe. He still looked like something a dog would shit out, but his eye was less puffy and the burn scars at least looked a few days old. Hopefully he'd be healed by tomorrow, but who new in this place. "Fucking hell," the reaper whispered. "I look like shit."

"Hey!" he called when he recognized a familiar blond man. He ran over to stand underneath the shower-head next to him. "I remember you! What's your name anyway?"

[i_slay_giants]

Jack arched an eyebrow. Last he remembered, Mr. "I have whiskey" hadn't been too kind to him. In fact, he hadn't even been willing to part with the location of his booze. Well, he'd be cordial, but nothing more. "John," he offered and said nothing more on the matter.

Really, what was the Brit after now? His sudden friendliness was welcomed, sure, but suspicious.

[vintage_brit]

"Hello, John, I'm Mason," Mason said, offering his hand to shake.

"If you still want whiskey, I'm all out, but I've got some fags if you wanna trade for those." The reaper began to scratch the back of his head, but stopped, wincing, when his fingers touched the bump there. "Fuck me," he hissed at the sudden pain.