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Characters: Face (facing_danger), Arthur (specificities), maybe Lina (fireballed), AND ANY OTHERS WHO WANT TO JOIN :'3c
Setting/Location: Showers on the caravan.
Date & Time: Dawn, Day 12
Warnings: Nudity? Lina. Lina's a warning in herself.
Summary: Shower sexytimes! Until Face passes out like a girl. HE CAN'T HANDLE THIS SHIT. Also, hauntings.

Comments

I never agreed to have Face pass out like a girl. He passes out like the manly man he is.

[facing_danger]

While Face wasn't particularly found of the shower situation, it didn't bother him as much as it bothered his room mate. Sure, the facilities ran the risk of uncleanliness and what the conman wouldn't have given for his own private shower (or jacuzzi tub! Ah, the thought if it!). However, spending his youth in the army meant that communal showers weren't a foreign concept and it was something you had to deal with-- albeit, Face would still find time to complain later.

Now was not the time to complain, the ex-lieutenant realized with a smirk as he entered the facility. The sight of his room mate showering in his boxers? Priceless.

"I didn't expect to see you here," Face said, moving to an open nozzle and doing his best to look even more at ease than was natural in this situation. Who said he couldn't tease the other man a bit? "Doing your laundry at the same time? Smart."

of course he does, darling. of course he does.

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Arthur had many different retorts for that. Efficiency was on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed it back down in favor of ignoring the bribe. There's no use in replying to most teasing, and in this instance it was something that didn't rile him enough to matter. "The top bunk not comfortable enough for you?" he questioned instead, frowning up at the stream of water as it suddenly became cold. It seemed whatever heating system this thing had couldn't support more than one shower.

He grabbed the bar of soap regardless, quickly lathering his hands with it to soap up the rest of his body. It was a strange feeling, not realizing how dependent you were on modern commodities (like deodorant, even) until you were... thrust into this setting and had none. He'd attempted to dream one up. It hadn't worked.

SOB.

[facing_danger]

Hmph. No, the top bunk wasn't comfortable; it was a blow to the conman's ego that he hadn't been able to talk Arthur out of the more desirable bed. He was still determined to get it one way or another. If he was going to be sharing a room, he was damn sure going to get the bunk he wanted. He offered up a smile at the comment.

"I slept like a baby," Face said smugly, wincing slightly as the water rose in temperature unexpectedly. He turned up the cold knob and continued. "I dreamed I was far away from here in the arms of a beautiful woman. She had long brown hair, a perfect figure, and eyes the color of emeralds." He sighed remembering how very lovely she had been. "We were together on the beach of some tropical locale, sipping drinks with umbrellas as we lay on sand, the surf washing over our feet..."

Another sigh, this time more despondent. "And then I woke up back here."

/gets tissue box

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"A good dream," Arthur inferred. He couldn't remember the last natural dream he had - it had been far too long. He didn't miss it, though. A sleep without dreams was overall more restful, and the allure of dreams presented itself well enough while compiling for a job.

"This is where you'll continue to wake up until we can find a way to get out of here." Beyond just waiting to arrive at the Loophole, whatever that presented itself as. It would take far too long for Arthur's sake, and he couldn't even determine while they were still here in Streamdrab now that everyone that had made themselves known at the forest was safe in the caravan. What were they waiting for, another attack? "Have you any thoughts, Mister Peck?"

It was as if they were casually conversing without being mostly naked. Arthur wasn't sure whether or not he should feel some measure of amusement for it.