Chapter XXVIII: Chorewheels

[illusivetactics]

Is it really so difficult to segregate yourselves? Let me make it easier for you with a simple suggestion: Regulated periods of use. Females make use the bathhouse on even hours, males for odds. Clear the entire pool at the turn of the hour, and you'll avoid the host of embarrassments these gods are obviously attempting to saddle you with

Comments

[poweroflegend]

Keeping your head in this heat. Commmendable. I'd worry if one of our best minds succumbed to it.

[illusivetactics]

Perhaps it isn't the mind that first succumbs.

[axionestin]

This is the best idea I ever heard. Thank you.

[illusivetactics]

You're most welcome, Lady.

How is Vergil's bone collection coming?

[axionestin]

Well, it's still an arm and a skull, so I'm not seeing a vertebrae and another arm. Yet.

[illusivetactics]

Your apartment must be....aromatic.

[kekekescience]

What a concept, it is a wonder that no one else thought of it before.

Why no, no I am not.

[Seriously, you should see the guy. He's a wreck.]

[Organization Filter]

I would prefer to opt out at this time. [Shocking.]

[illusivetactics]

How pitiable. Will your magic prove no help?

[Organization Filter]

If we can bear with it, I don't see why you should be exempt for sheer preference.

In which Vexen implies that he can do anything to anybody.

[kekekescience]

It provided some relief at first, but now... This is ridiculous.

[Organization Filter]

Fine, but you had better hope that I do not get stuck with the task.

[illusivetactics]

If it's like anything else around here, it won't last.

[Private]

Oh, I...don't intend to arrange that.