you need a bloody shower [post-event mingle]

[bloodyashes]

Characters: Any and all!
Setting: Floor 77, sauna
Format: Action-mingle - start your own threads!
Summary: The event is over and everyone who was stuck in the dorms needs a serious bath.
Warnings: Post-event shenanigans? Also baths so p much everyone is at least partially naked.

And so now that you've made your way free of the hell that is the dorm rooms -

This floor mimics a sauna--there are three entrances: one for men, one for women, and one for mixed. Inside each room is the wooden interior one would expect. Outside each area is a small changing room with lockers--if you look, you'll find one with your name on it. The locker will only open up for you. It might be a good place to store things, actually...

- it's time for everyone to take a bath! There's both hot, steamy stalls and large hot spring pools - but you'd better hurry! It's gonna get crowded in here kind of fast.

And hey, keep that towel closed, there's children in here!

Comments

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid reaches out and gently takes Rick's shoulder, turning the man so that his back it to him again. He then reaches out an lightly touches the skin next to the gem.]

Here. There is a dark gem of some sort embedded in your skin. Is that usually there?

[bashfulshifter]

[Rick doesn't actually feel Diarmuid's hand near the gem, but as soon as he realizes what's going on, he instinctively flinches away and blushes deep, embarrassed red.]

--O-Oh! Uh--

[The blonde man goes to pull up his shirt collar, only to remember that he's not wearing one. This seems to send him into a miniature paranoid breakdown. How many other people around had also noticed and just didn't say anything? Oh but it's so gross, they can't go without judging him, all of them, wondering what could possibly be wrong with that hideous knot--]

--S-S-Sorry, I--y-yeah--um--i-it's b-b-been--sh--should've--a-a-ah--

[And then he started to panic a lot.]

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid grabs a hold of Rick's shoulders and gives him a slight shake.]

Rick. Stop.

[The words are sharp, stern, and meant to cut through the panic that is gripping the man.]

Why are you so upset? What is it? Is it hurting you?

[bashfulshifter]

[Rick does as commanded and clamps his mouth shut. His face has drained of color and he shivers very slightly under Diarmuid's hands, but is too mortified to pull away, trapped by the shoulders. It takes several moments of gaping to internalize the questions he's been asked, and a few more after that to answer.]

[The first reply is a slow shake of the head--no, it's not hurting him. The second is less direct and said mechanically, like a prerecorded message.]

...I-I'm n-n-not...s-s-s-supposed to...t-to t-t-tell...w-what I c-can do...

[And a lousy job he's been doing at that--a good chunk of the Tower knows he's a shapeshifter at this point. But the powers in practice are clean, simple...not something Rick would feel too embarrassed about showing off, as they weren't too off-putting on their own. Their origins are less pleasant, at least in Rick's eyes; and if he's reviled by his own mutation, he can't imagine how disgusting it must look in the eyes of others.]

[oathshackledbird]

So it has to do with your powers? It's not something that has appeared after you arrived in the Tower?

[The expression on Diarmuid's face is as far away from disgusted as it can be. In fact, he looks very relieved.]

I was afraid one of the Administrators had done something to your body without your knowledge. If it is suppose to be there, then let us speak no more of it. Especially if it upsets you so much...

[Diarmuid has to admit that he is curious about how the gem ties to Rick's powers, but there is no way he is going to ask more with Rick already so distressed.]