Washing it away [open, multiple threads welcome]

[mcgill_pride]

It had taken him some time to clean his room. And understandably so, given the state he'd allowed it to sink to. He wasn't sure whether or not to make the bed or rip the sheets from the mattress and set fire to them. Wilson settled on making the bed, hoping that perhaps a maid would visit the room soon. There were so many questions, so many unknown

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[captjacksparrow]

Jack was drunk. Jack was extraodinarily, merrily drunk. He loved rum, really he did. It made the thinking of things so much less difficult. Or, well, more difficult as he was now wandering around not really sure where he was going. But more less taxing maybe. He could think easier on rum, and swerving around with a bottle in his hand reminded him somewhat on being back on board the Pearl. Back on the sea.

He loved the sea. The sea was... not sand. That's what the sea was. And having rum while on board the Pearl while on the sea was about as close to paradise as Jack could imagine getting.

Completely unlike this place. With no Pearl. And no sea. Jack took another swig from the bottle and shashayed down a non-descript hallway. Well, at least there was rum. And... what else

[mcgill_pride]

Wilson gripped the pool's edge and inhaled deeply, having circled around a few times. He wiped the excess water from his face and pinched his nose, quite content to just wade in the water for a time. Overdoing it wasn't smart anyway, given that he'd been fairly immobile for God only knew how long

[captjacksparrow]

"I never fall i-- " was as far as Jack got before he did do one spectacular belly flop into the pool, just a scant few feet away from where Wilson was floating

[mcgill_pride]

"Whoah!" Wilson let out, circling around as Jack fell foward and squinting as the water sprayed his face. He shook his head, hair falling into his face again, and glanced down. Surely the man knew how to swim? There was something aquatic about him, his fluid movements and the way he sunk to the bottom of the pool. But then, Wilson remembered, the man was very drunk.

He quickly became concerned and let go of the wall, his chest heaving as he took a deep breath and prepared to dive under. Luckily, the man surfaced at that moment.

"Planned it, did you?" asked Wilson with a furtive smile. His gaze flickered to the bottle in the man's hand and he swam around him. "Always a good idea, if you ask me. As long as it doesn't involve drowning." Wilson raised an eyebrow, ready to help the man out of the pool if needed.

[incorrigibledoc]

The Doctor, in his waistcoat, frock coat and cravat, was not intending to swim. He was reading, as a matter of fact, aristocratic nose buried in a large volume as he walked along at a quick pace, shortcutting through the pool room towards the library.

Although, if he didn't watch where he was going, he might end up going for a swim after all...

[mcgill_pride]

He pushed himself up and out of the pool with little trouble. His muscles weren't as stiff as they had been, but he was still a bit weaker than usual. A breather from the water seemed like a good idea. Perhaps just sit for a second.

The water dripped from his swimming trunks and his hair was sopping wet, so he quickly leaned over to snatch up his towel from the tiles. When he straightened, he was bumped into abruptly, and he nearly slipped with the floor being as slick as it was underneath him.

[incorrigibledoc]

Where bare feet could hold purchase on wet tile, the soles of shoes did not hold up so well. The Doctor hit a solid object and listed sharply to the side, trying to regain his balance and step around it. Unfortunately, the side to which he stepped gave way to chlorinated water. Surprised, he only had time to drop the book on relatively dry land before he pitched into the pool with a resounding splash, floundering his way to the surface with a gasp.

"Well!" he said, quite brightly for a man that had been dunked in water while fully clothed. He blew wet curls out of his eyes. "That was certainly refreshing!"

[mcgill_pride]

Wilson's arm shot out and he fumbled in an attempt to both straighten himself as well as take hold of the man's arm. He did manage to catch the book that had been dropped before it hit the damp tile, and stumbled foward slightly.

Quickly turning to see if the man needed help, Wilson couldn't help but chuckle with surprise at the man's response. "Refreshing? I know people who would use other words."

He shot the man an apologetic look and offered him a hand.

"Unless you'd prefer to continue being refreshed, of course," he said, waving the outstretched hand toward the pool.

[loveisenough]

Alice found that the best way to get over a cigarette craving was to take a swim. The cool of the water helped, plus the physical activity fired endorphins and got everything in her brain focusing away from the simple pleasure of inhaling and exhaling.

Sometimes she figured she should wear a less skimpy bikini, but she didn't really care so much. Being half naked was second nature to her after so many years. And she figured whoever wanted to stare could stare. That was their perogative.

When Alice arrived at the pool, she blinked hard. There was actually someone else in the pool. There was almost never anyone else in the pool. She waited for the figure to resurface before calling out.

"Oi! If I do laps alongside you, will that mess you up? I'll be on the other side." She waved and smiled.

[mcgill_pride]

Swimming came easily to him, despite the fact that Wilson hadn't gone swimming in what seemed like forever. He enjoyed the feeling of the water rushing over his skin, taking pleasure in the contrast each time he turned his head to the side for air. Travelling the pool in broad strokes, he broke off halfway and took another deep gulp of oxygen upon seeing another person in the water. It seemed the pool was more popular than he'd ever expected.

Wilson's eyes took in the woman's figure and her smiling face. He smiled back at her warmly and threw his head from side to side, shaking some of the water from his hair.

"Not at all!" he called back, lifting his legs and floating on the surface for a moment before swimming backwards with his chin pointed down so he could keep her in his sights. "Kind of you to ask, but this thing's certainly big enough for the both of us."

[loveisenough]

"Sometimes swimming is a solitary thing. I didn't know if you were swimming for exercise or something else. I'm swimming so I won't will another pack of Marlboros into my room." She shrugged and went to the shallow end to descend the steps that led to the water. She wanted to adjust by degrees.

"I haven't seen you before." She looked at him critically. He looked... nice. He'd have been the guy every girl swarmed to in the club. He had 'Big Tipper' written over his head in curly neon lights, and she felt herself drawn to him by sheer force of habit. Little by little she made her way toward the deep end, walking cautiously before breaking into a lazy breaststroke.

[mcgill_pride]

"Ah," he said dramatically and gave her a nod. "I feel your pain. Although I'm happy to hear you're trying to quit. Those cause lung cancer, or so I've heard."

His smile widened, and he felt at ease with himself. The young woman seemed up for conversation and Wilson certainly didn't care to dissuade her. Plus, wearing his charm was something he hadn't been able to do in a while. Made him feel more like himself. He made a mental note to visit the pool as often as humanly possible from here on out.

"I could say the same for you," Wilson replied. He drifted closer to her and stopped his lazy backstroke, straightening and stretching out his hand. "James Wilson."