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 Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 2:18 pm
Scenerio 5: Oi, don't touch that!
She didn't want to do this. She wanted to stay in bed. It was her -OWN- bed, as several nights previously she'd been upgraded from 'Risk of dying' to 'Worst that'll happen is she'll do something stupid and be found mumbling on the hallway floor' so ... she'd probably lost the warmest sleep she had gotten -EVER-.
Ugh, she secretly wanted her pillow back. But, alas, he'd wanted his pride and to not be woken up by 'Thunderpurr', her secret alter ego, so probably the most bittersweet (partially the best, though she wasn't sure why, and partially the worse, blaming the not-as-ugly-anymore stitches in her side) weeks of recovery in her life had gone.
But at least now it only took little bits of support from a wall or a handrail for her to make it about the GIANT manor on her own. At least until she groaned that she'd -somehow- gotten out of shape (moreso she still wasn't 100%, closer to 75%) and had to take a break.
Which upon one 'out loud' complaint had prompted something she had -not- wanted.
A 'suggested relaxation' at a hot springs.
Why had they not all thrown some fit? Said no? Gone and locked themselves into their rooms until they were pried out kicking and screaming?
..
WHY WERE THEY HERE?
Why nobody had thrown a fit, outside of the look on some faces, had probably been due to the fact that such a break was -definately- warranted. Sure nobody wanted to go out and be 'community strippers', but...
Kanda frankly hadn't cared, not really holding much concern for the two girls and their body issues, nor was there anything about Yoss that was worth hiding. As much as males didn't want to think about the other's body, it didn't change the fact that they already KNEW.
Which was why they were there. Fully clothed, currently, but they'd all but been -dragged- there as was. The old couple -really- needed to stop having a finger in everything, or so it seemed, as apparently this was part of some 'perks' they were giving them.
The old couple, Thane and Delilah, had insisted on a 'Go soak and relax!' trip to Hot Springs.
Oh sigh.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 3:06 pm
... Oh, normalcy. At least he'd had it for a little while.
Groaning and grousing aside, Yossarian had proved to be a rather spectacular nurse in Aster's hour of need: attentive, careful, and hell, even willing to humor the 'patient's' ridiculous clinging urges for a solid week.
But things had still gone back to normal eventually and, once he'd felt satisfied that her healing progress was sufficient enough, she was moved back to her own room for more casual monitoring and he, in turn, regained full ownership of his bed. How odd (and disturbing) to think that he'd nearly let himself become used to that awkward nursing arrangement, too. Tch.
Digressing from that, however, he'd spent the majority of his time concerning himself with rather menial things when he wasn't still keeping tabs on the woman, be it scouring recognizable food from the kitchen (where he'd heard too many jokes over 'peasant flavors' already), or heading outside to practice his swordsmanship (getting rusty would not be tolerated) or even 'entertaining' the harlot with a game of chess... but only once. That was his tolerable weekly limit for pride-trampling.
And then this new horror.
God why.
In retrospect, he should've simply flat out REFUSED the kindly old couple's suggestion to go and waste their time at some little heated watering hole on the city's farthest outskirts, but...
Oh, hell, he STILL didn't know why he'd caved. At least the windbags were footing their bills.
And what of Shae, the group's resident headcase and straggler?
After a full day of sleeping off her woes following one very unfortunate night, she'd more or less returned to a 'normal' state of being.. with only a little extra slouch in her posture, maybe. Sure enough, stress (and stupidity) had left her open to catching a rather persistent... coldflusomething type of bug she'd been trying and failing to shrug off for days now-- which only served as fuel for the fire in Delilah's crusade to shove the quartet out the door for some "fresh and air a good soak" to "do them some good."
... Yes. Because forced nudity in the presence of other beings would do her psyche a WORLD OF GOOD.
But alas, she hadn't complained either and, in the end, resigned herself to following along in the shadow of her little 'partner' as they went, Del firmly sealed away in her jacket's inner pocket.
God forbid she left him behind to terrify the maids again. The first three times had been exasperating enough, what with their frantic broom clubbing (which had strayed at one point to knock HER over) and deafening shrieks.
Oooh, this was going to be an interesting day.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 5:46 pm
It was with a rather -stressed- sounding sigh that Aster hobbled (she wasn't exactly to the point of walking 'normally' yet) into the little establishment, staring at the front walk way (What style was this? Asian? Asian.. that sounded like what Kanda said...), following the more 'familiar with this sort of thing' male's lead and proceeding to take her shoes off.
Oh god that left her toes cold.
COLD COLD COLD.
Almost immediately she shivered, shuffling straight to the hardwood floor and whimpering, wiggling her toes a bit. After the 'HI I'M NAKED IN THE COLD' episode several weeks earlier, and other revisted 'I'm cold' incidents, she'd not exactly become 'BFF' with the cold.
Though upon getting to a point where she -could- be herded off, with a complaint "Dammit, this is cold, can't we just go back?" for all of four seconds, she -was- herded off.....
and shoved off into a 'WOMENS' room...
"Now just take those off and wrap a towel around you."
.........
....
"Like..... naked off?"
He was used to such things as this, he'd been shoved off to be subjected to them -far- too many times to not know the routine.
"Nnnn... Asian styled entry, shoes come off here.." he commented out loud, if only because of the look on the -very- confused semi-invalid's face, prompting him to remove his boots (dammit he didn't like that he was having to remove clothing already), and set them neatly into a niche...
And then came the giggling.
...
Had the maids followed them? No, they ha-..
It was the -attendants-.
"...."
That was a very -subdued- unhappy noise.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 10:34 pm
And so, the nightmare began.
... While Yossarian might not have ever visited such an establishment before (or was fervently DENYING that he had), the neat row of shoes by the entryway was quick to cue him in one 'proper' procedure, making quick work of unsnapping his boots and lining them up with all the others. A rather pointless ritual in his opinion, but... everything here was going to be like that, huh?
But at least Kanda had been 'nice' enough to tell Aster about it (he was busy enough eyeing some suspiciously flustered and/or giggling attendants waiting at the far end of the room), and Shae... well, huh. She'd actually been the first one among them to get barefoot.
Funny, that girl hadn't exactly struck him as the type to frequent these kinds of places.
But digressing from that, the dark male was soon escorted (or SHOVED, as one particularly eager and beaming young Koshka woman gave him an OH SO CHEERFUL push forward on the shoulders) to a door that lead to the 'MEN'S' room, where he stepped in and... paused.
Oh, right, this was the part where he stripped and shoved himself in a towel, huh.
........... He'd do that first part behind a curtain, just in case there were (CREEPY FEMALE) eyes somehow watching.
Shae had suffered a slightly more gentle ushering off at Aster's heels, however, as the women who ran the place were (thankfully) far less jealous than their little maid counterparts back at the manor.
And NOW came the REAL fun part-- oh, joy.
"......" Thankfully the little changing room was curtained and void of any other 'guests' at the moment, but that still didn't change the fact that Aster was present and... no, no, she wasn't the kind of woman to look-- not when she had such an apparent physical complex of her own to worry over...
So she made haste to grab a towel and retreat to the other wall instead, getting out a last cough (amazing how she could feel so terrible and generally not show it) before, with a forced sigh to calm her nerves, she started to peel her clothes off-- and very, VERY quickly at that.
Just get the towel on as fast as possible before anyone saw, get in the water before the others were present and... yes, everything would be just fine.
And just how many years had it been since she last visited a place like this, anyway? Nine? Ten?...
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 11:01 pm
Having gotten used to (oh how odd that might have sounded) having -very- little privacy over the previous week or so, at least where certain individuals were concerned, having the ability to NOT let someone else look at her was something that came...
...
Rather awkwardly, actually.
But Asteria, adopting her old behaviour a little less 'easily' than she might have thought she would have, grabbing a towel (only one, as opposed to the two used to cover her several weeks earlier when she had the ability to bathe -herself-) and retreating to an opposite corner to do likewise as Shae was...
...
Huh, both of them kinda liked to hide away like that so nobody would see them, didn't they?
"Shae...? Do you have some scars or something you don't like showing? I know that's really strange of me to ask...
But I just thought about it, and it seems you and I have a similar 'hiding' habit in terms of our bodies.."
Frankly if he was going to walk around MOSTLY NAKED, he would have preferred the company of the horrible smelling bathwater.... well, not really. He didn't want to smell like Lavenilla Strawmelon Oceantree... and he was to at -least- presume the attendants of this strange place wouldn't be -spying-....
nor would they be getting a free show.
However, Kanda had a certain preference about leaving his clothing where everybody -wouldn't- be able to get into it. Yet somehow that didn't prevent him from joining in the 'adventure' in stripping out his clothing (he'd just put them on, it felt like) and wrapping a towel around his waist.
Ooohhhh he could feel the possible mishaps that could occur coming -any- time in the near future.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 11:46 pm
... Of all the questions she could possibly ask at that particular moment in time, just why had Aster have to bring up a scars?
And oh, how Shae flinched like the guilty party she was, reflexively snatching the towel she'd set aside and throwing it around her torso with an air of something almost like desperation before the more lucid part of her mind took over, forcing a slow, even breath to stop herself from doing anything else neurotic.
It was just a question, a harmless little question-- and Ma'am wouldn't have already...
"... I... have my share, Ma'am," she affirmed calmly (or sounding like it) after a pause. "I simply... prefer not to disturb others with the sight of them, that's all..."
It wasn't easy to say, but... at the same time, the scars were easier to fess up to than the fact that she had a piece of clockwork stuck in her chest. At least 'scars' were something that happened to almost everyone, if not typically in... lesser doses. Those didn't make her an outright freak.
But with that said, the now towel-clad little female hastily tucked her things away in a wall-niche (making sure to check that Del's pocket was still SHUT) and slipped off toward the door, giving a little shiver at the cold of the open air waiting to greet them.
Yossarian was equally eager to get through his little pants-to-towel switch... if only because he wanted to make the 'vulnerable' in-between period as short as possible and, having (regrettably) placed his sword and clothing into another wall-niche, the newly (semi-)covered male was ready to go and explore what strange oddities rested out back.
At the very least he expected there to be some manner of gender divider to the... spring-- or was it springs? Hell, he didn't even know if there were a number of the things available, or if they'd be forced to share the boiling cesspool(s?) with total strangers (which he HOPED AND PRAYED wouldn't be the case) or god forbid they actually had to share an entirely COMMUNAL area...
Oh, how charmingly benign the open 'back' of the establishment looked, all surrounded by neatly chiseled high wooden-post walls, with pale snow making the ground shimmer and a rather... humbly sized little 'hole in the ground' surrounded by stones, 20 feet across at most-- and maybe 15 wide, though it wasn't exactly a perfect rectangle... circle oval thing, either, so it was hard to tell.
On the plus side, there was no one in it (it seemed that Delilah had been plotting this long before her insistence and reserved the place for the afternoon in her little 'guests'' favor), but... on the MINUS side, there was also a distinct lack of something else.
Like a divider of ANY SORT.
Sure enough, he saw the look of faint horror on Shae's face when he passed a glance to the other side of the 'yard' where the women's room had opened up, too. Yeah, this was gonna be... interesting.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 12:13 am
Needless to say, there were more than one 'vulnerable' moments that Kanda could locate. While being exposed to any prying eyes wouldn't have been very pleasant, he wasn't exactly fond of the other end of the 'Once you weren't available for accidental flashings and not in the changing room' scene:
Clothing -and- his sword left where anybody could just walk in and mess with it, break something, rip something, DESTROY SOMETHING... and then run off so he couldn't properly BEAT THEM. Even worse, they could RUN OFF WITH SOMETHING.
However, he didn't express this very valid, yet paranoid, concern physically, facially, or out loud. Instead he simply took measures to try and make his posessions take up as little space and out of sight as much as possible in the little hole-in-the-wall cranny he had picked out....
Naturally as far from Yossarian's as possible, practically hugging his posession's to the further wall.
But Kanda hadn't voiced any fuss about coming until he'd GOTTEN here, thus more of his 'not planning ahead', as was so well shown in Chess, outside of the ultimate results of the big picture, so now he couldn't complain.
Instead he made sure his towel was securely wrapped around his waist and went to join his, unfortunately not-that-pleasing company outside...
Just to get the same shock as Yossarian when he saw both no divider....
..
and Shae.
That left Asteria to be the last one to get outside, having taken a little bit more time to herself to take a look at the newly forming scar on her side, frowning lightly and running her fingers over it.
Still had that unsightly 'ribbing' (Or inflammation if she'd known that term) to it around the stitching and was more of a purple-color than she would have liked... but overall it seemed to be coming along nicely, earning an approving 'I'm not gonna die from you!' grin, before she wrapped the towel around her tightly and went to follow Shae's lead.
...
Which, seeing her still semi-looming in the doorway to the outdoors (Oh she could feel the cold from here) earned a puzzled look...
Until she too had stepped outside.
"......................................................................................."
Well she hadn't been expecting to be standing across the way from Yossarian and Kanda, what was this?
"..... "
Cough.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 1:22 am
This was not good.
This was not good.
Oh, if only Aster hadn't crowded up behind her and unknowingly blocked Shae from a hasty U-turn and retreat, left instead to just idle there and.. well, more or less stare at the innocuous looking steam pool of their SURE DEMISE.
Well maybe it wasn't actually a sure demise, but it sure felt that way to her, glancing tentatively over at none other than the group's two males and feeling the bottom drop out of her stomach. Given certain past circumstances, she might have been able to handle coping with one of the other three, but... both Ma'am and Mister Yossarian were also present, and the familiar OH GOD HIDE AND COWER instinct was screaming in her brain as strongly as ever.
Groan, groan, SIGH and groan.
While Yossarian had no personal issues with his body (unlike BOTH of the neurotic women), at the same time, he had no desire to 'indecently' expose himself in front of anyone and... dammit, this circumstance almost demanded it.
The spring was sufficiently steamy given the cold air, though, which might provide a slight veil of obscurity and... oh, SCREW IT.
Seeing as no one appeared very eager to make the first move, the brave warrior, with a huff of exasperation, boldly trudged across the snowy ground (god that was cold on the toes), circled around the far side of water... and turned around, chucking the towel off to slip underwater in little under a second--
Oh HELL THAT WAS VERY VERY HOT--
The surprising tempertature earned a slight hiss, though it DID do the trick of warming his feet up almost instantly and... hnn, had he been more inclined to savor luxurious activities, he might've even considered it 'pleasant'.
SO, that was one person in the drink!
.... Now, if only Shae could unbudge herself from the doorway to do the same thing, they'd be getting somewhere.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 1:50 am
Oh god, I don't know if I want to do this, but if I don't I might get yelled at or hunted down or or or or..
Her brain sort of raced through her options, before ultimately her legs went 'Um'scusemewedon'tlikestandingthatmuch', forcing her to be the next one to sigh deeply and shuffle off of the nice -NOT- frozen deck and off around the edge of the spring as well...
Though not as far as Yossarian had ventured, eventually finding a place where she presumed she -wouldn't- flash anybody (Oh hopehopehope), carefully unwrapping the towel from her body and folding it in half -just- close enough by to not have to hunt for it before stepping into the water as well.
Only to have a very similar 'OH GOD HOT' response, which caused her to jerk back and slam herself against the side very painfully.. but not enough to cause harm, just to share the 'Hi, I wasn't expecting that!' response before she half-sunk into the water, clutching her arms around her chest.
Dammit, was she allowed to -sink- into this without boiling herself alive?
SHE WASN'T SURE.
Which left Kanda and Shae. Now Kanda, being privvy to the secret that Shae was ever so content to hide (and obsessed to do so as well) actually had to think about this ********. Why?
Surely Shae could think of something without him having to.
But he still found himself not exactly -leaping- to go pick his own little 'Where should I strip and jump into the water' location, just staring at the set up and pondering.
Perhaps he'd wait for now.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 2:32 am
... Well, now half of the happy quartet was in the water-- and what a surprising half it was!
To be perfectly honest, Yossarian had been expecting Kanda to be the second one in-- or at least for one of the females to immediately turn tail and BOLT in the other direction... which Shae still appeared to be contemplating, apparently, standing there at the back door and looking more like a startled deer than a proper Koshka of any sort. Hell, maybe it was the fact that Aster was incapable of the same that prompted her forward, but... either way, it meant he didn't have to worry about the idiot's toes falling off from frostbite.
After about thirty seconds of soaking, the water was actually starting to feel almost... nice, which was surprising, given that they were forced into being NAKED in the great cold outdoors of Salig together.
Maybe that was supposed to be the 'charm' of it-- that odd, freezing and boiling juxtaposition what have you. The tips of his ears were already numb.
Siiiiigh.
And now it was all on Shae who, just as Kanda already realized (and knew), was wanting nothing more than to shrink back and find the nearest secluded place to HIDE AND COWER for the rest of the day.
But no, of course even her body was out to get her with that one, promptly interjecting with a sharp, hacking, miserable cough that she'd been SO GOOD about hiding for the last few days, but... dammit, why now?
Yossarian had been brave enough to get in and, hell, so had Aster now-- which was admirable since the woman had almost as many issues about her body as she did. Unfortunately... the latter girl didn't seem to find the same confidence to 'take the plunge', and was ultimately compelled to the water, instead, by her own pathetic state of health (since the cold was doing her lungs NO GOOD AT ALL).
She didn't say a word as she sidled around, scooting to what she felt was the farthest point from ANY of them and...
Slid in with her towel STILL ON.
Yes, her paranoia was so great that she had sacrificed the dryness of her towel to remain completely covered, but that was discarded quickly on the rocks once she'd sunk under and... hell, at least she was IN.
Sunken up to her ears, but in.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 3:12 am
Well, it seemed as though he hadn't needed to assist the nervous wreck in any way, leaving Kanda to be the last to enter, simply walking to the edge closest to the entrance and leaving himself covered as long as possible before he removed his towel without getting it horribly soaked.
Hnn, it was -bad-, but it wasn't as horrible as some of the reactions were making him think it was going to be. Really, he'd been expecting it to be -HOT-, not..
...
Well, this was the 'Hi, really warm' setting in the tub dial.
Or maybe that was his body reminding him that his pain and other 'feeling' nerve endings were slowly going to hell in the remains of a handbasket. Dammit, he should have known better than to rely on his body to always fix itself up.
Well -this- was quiet. But when Shae sunk further into the water, she did as well (if only so she'd have some free reign of her arms instead of latched to her torso to prevent showing off anything that.. well, frankly, nobody else cared about her body, huh?), though only to her shoulders.
Then sighed.
Seemed to try and start something related to conversation, then paused... and sighed again. That -really- wasn't working out like she wanted it to.
Hmmm..
Hmmmmmmmm.......
Well......
UMMM....
"This is kinda nice."
Yep. Conversation fail.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 11:40 am
Huh, so they'd really all managed to get in without some overblown panic, breakdown, or stubborn refusal?
Well then GREAT... and just what were they supposed to do now?
Aster's failed attempt at conversation only served to make Yossarian aware of the chokingly thick AWKWARD in the atmosphere, oh-so-tempted to groan and make some completely unhelpful comment, but... No, not only did that fall short in the 'general decency' department, but intelligence too. Antagonizing things would just make him more disgruntled, and Aster more eager to try (AND FAIL) remedying things, and Shae more uncomfortable, and Kanda more...
Hell, did that guy feel anything in the range of 'normal' emotions to start with?
"... It's... an unusual juxtaposition." So he settled on finally giving in and HUMORING the one who'd made a comment, sinking into the water a little deeper (up to his neck, so the steam might possibly WARM HIS EARS BACK UP... though his ponytail was getting sadly wet). "The one responsible for coming up with such a 'relaxation' method was out of their sane mind, however."
So they were.... supposed to talk, huh.
Shae was quite content (but not really) to stay submerged up to her cheeks in the farthest corner (... which only existed in her imagination) ) and remain SILENT, too wrapped up in trying to reassure herself that, no, the air was too steamy and the water too fogged up for anyone to see ANYTHING, and she was fine, and absolutely nothing was going to go wro--
... Well hey, her poor ragged lungs were actually feeling a little better already. This place was like a giant duel bath and humidifier-- AND it didn't reek of odd perfumes, either, which had to be a plus.
Oooh, how desperate she was to find a silver lining on this storm cloud of WOE.
And little did even SHE know that it was only going to get worse...
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 12:44 pm
It didn't seem she was going to get an answer for a moment... not that she'd been expecting one, really. It just was...
....
SO AWKWARD to be sitting here, naked and NOT TALKING. She could -not- think of anything that would be even more awkward than this currently was. Well, she -probably- could think of something, but at the same time she wasn't exactly trying to find any way to mentally tramatize herself at the realization that the very -situation- they were in could turn disasterous in -many- ways.
Then Yoss simply went and.... .... What? Unusual -something-.
"Ummm...... sure?"
It was definately an 'intelligent' reply on her part, that sinking reminder that, yes as much as she'd learned on bed rest and in training to be PUT on bed rest (Oh that sounds so horrible, too bad she couldn't pick it up), she was still very.....
She had a lot to learn if she were going to understand him more than through physical gestures.
This was supposed to be relaxing, quote-unquote, all that fun stuff. Frankly, what it was.... was it made any part of him -not- under the water want to sweat from the heat and that was a -disgusting- feeling.
At the same time he -wasn't- because it was so damn cold. Not enough to -bother- him, particularly.. but he -was- aware that with as warm as the water was and as cold as the AIR was.. getting out would render someone -half frozen- within a minute or less.
"'Pleasant' wouldn't be my adjective of choice."
And he was sure that nobody present would have used it either. For something that was supposed to make them 'feel better'... it was succeeding in making him want to strangle something.
There was still that impending feeling of doom that was hanging in the air as well.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 1:10 pm
...Aaand there went his hopeless attempt at conversation, sailing right over Aster's head like a dizzy bird and crash landing on the other side of the fence.
God this was starting to feel more like some kind of odd psychological torture than a day at the spa; just what were people expecting them to get accomplished here?! If he'd been wanting to soak in hot water for an extended period of time, he could've EASILY done it in that wretchedly monstrous tub-beast provided by the windbags...
At least the air in the bathroom wouldn't have been so damned COLD and forced him to sink so low in the water. He was almost as bad as the harlot now-- of whom wouldn't practically drowned herself if she went under another inch, ears half-sunken under the water and apparently staring at her own (non-existent) reflection.
Dammit, dammit, dammit, HE NEEDED TO FIGHT THE AWKWARD HERE and NOT think about the fact that they were all, in fact, completely NUDE in the same community watering hole....
AGH.
"........... How is that wound, woman?" Well, if all else failed, he did no one thing to waste a few seconds of conversation on... either that, or he was just too used to the whole 'make certain no one is dying' procedure after so many days of it.
And of course Shae, the SHINING CONVERSATIONALIST that she was, had yet to contribute a single word to the epic 'discussion', off in the corner and looking down at the water's surface... or her nose. They were both in such close proximity that it was hard to tell.
This should have been a pleasant nostalgia.
It SHOULD have been nice to feel a little respiratory relief from the heat.
IT SHOULD NOT HAVE BEEN THIS PAINFULLY AWKWARD.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 1:31 pm
Well it wasn't her fault that her ability to comprehend his vocabulary was like a soccer goal without a net so you had to make sure you hit the goalie, less they have to go chase the ball down for a while before they came back with it and the game could resume.
Not a bad analogy, really.
But she'd been expecting the silence to fall back over the group again, so when Yoss forced the conversation to continue in a direction she could actually follow (soccer ball to the FACE) she was more than happy to throw herself into it.
"Ummm... well, I'm not sure, really.. it's not looking too bad. It's a little bit purple-red, but I don't think that's anything to be worried about..."
At least she was -hopeful- the warm water wouldn't soften the stitches right out of her. But if they did she'd be healed enough for it to not matter, right??
Of course.
Kanda, being likewise a wonderful conversationalist, had to throw out his own banter, though vague enough that the two unknowing parties would again be left out of the 'Reassurance' in it.
"We can't -see- anything, stop being paranoid."
Not a lie, either..... at this point in time, Kanda could see the -TOP- of Shae's head. Nothing below the surface of the water or too close to the top of it. Which might have been why the comment was prompted from him.
That aside, the atmosphere was still DRIPPING awkward. Ugh.
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