DAY 26: Men's Showers (Second Shift)

[canieathim.livejournal.com]

Gluttony didn't want to leave his Lust, not after he'd just found her!  But the mean tasty nurses said he had to.  "You can't join her in the women's showers" was a bad excuse.  He didn't like the mean tasty nurses.  Maybe Lust would let him eat them later.  Still, he knew he would see his Lust again, and that was good.  He liked Lust.  She was good and beautiful and smart and kind.  Why did they have to take him away from his Lust?

Still, he would see her again.  And she would tell him it was okay to eat the tasty nurses, and that would be good.  His new friend liked eating people, too.  That made him happy to find a friend who shared a love for eating people.  Today was a very good day.

As he entered the showers, he stood under a shower head and opened his mouth wide to drink up the water.  It wasn't as good as eating people, or eating waffles that didn't scream when he bit into them so weren't nearly as good as eating people, but it was still swallowing something, and that made him feel better.

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[thehellismycar.livejournal.com]

"Have a wonderful day, and remember to scrub-a-dub-scrub!"

Dean would normally have snorted at the Head Doctor's peculiar footnote. On this occasion, he simply sighed and glowered at the nurse approaching, who then punctually guided him to the shower block. The staff could proffer them some credit. They had the capacity to memorise their way to a bathroom, for God's sake...

"Don't worry," he spun about when they reached the door, granting her a tight and obnoxious grin. "I'll make sure to scrub-a-dub-scrub!" Veering into the room, he welcomed relief in leaving the employee's side.

Oh, he remembered, alright. The foundation of his grudge against Sephiroth – this is where the magic began, he thought with a listless yawn. Clothes off in a flash, he moved toward a currently vacant spot. He could almost hiss at the recollection of pain he'd suffered from the burns last time. Compared to the recent argument with Sam, however...

He closed his eyes as water ran over him, already lathering soap on himself. No thinking now. He wasn't about to allow these turbulent thoughts to throw him. If any shift was suitable for harnessing a tranquil demeanor, it was this one. As an abrupt addendum, he sternly rubbed his jaw. Damn, the stubble he liked to maintain was gonna start growing wild. Maybe he oughta ask a nurse for a razor, or he'd end up with a beard just like-

Mentally kicking himself, the man's glare was directed at the wall.

[idolism]

The mere idea of public showers could roll over and die, for all he cared. He hadn't forgotten his last escapade inside this very bathroom, and doubted he would.

The nurse didn't have to lead him too far, though - he was willing to go through with it, because at least there were no children around him, and no chance of running into Aoyagi Ritsuka, who he did not want to see ever again. Thinking about last night was too hard. It was just simpler, for the time being, to keep his mouth shut and take a hot, hot, hot shower, even if eyes were on him from all directions.

With that in mind, not even the nurse could convince him that not tying a towel around his waist was a good idea.

As he stepped inside and took a long note of who was present and who was not, Aidou saw him, and drew his bottom lip between his teeth. The guy asking questions. Stupid questions, too.

Obviously couldn't tell a vampire from a telephone poll, and Aidou chose to prove it by stepping up beside the man. This was an opportunity. "Hi," he said, in the most benign tone he could manage. "Can I stand here?" He didn't expect a 'no', and hardly listened when someone presented him with one anyway. It was the worst place for any kind of social interaction that Aidou could think of, but he needed something to focus on.

[norainu]

For the first time in his long life, Renji realized that he felt uncomfortable being naked around other men. It made him feel strangely sick; he was happy to channel that in to more anger. The angrier he was, the less he cared about things. And whether or not it had been true, when he'd told Sora that he was scaring himself, it was better than feeling that sickness and thinking about why.

And more than anything, he just wanted to be clean.

His face was very still, almost expressionless as he picked out his space. He turned the shower up as hot as it would go, which turned out to be not very hot at all, and stepped in to the spray with his back toward the wall. He didn't look at anyone else; he kept his eyes fixed on the wall, above the heads of the other men. If he didn't look at them, he could pretend they weren't there, and he could hopefully keep from losing his temper again. He'd already learned just how tenuous the feeling of cold detachment was.

Outwardly calm or not, something in his eyes, and perhaps even the spiritual feel of him still communicated his mental state.

[thesadist]

Separated from Ren as the nurses escorted them back down the hall and into the showers, Daemon flashed a wary glance around him at the others in the room. He felt edgy and certainly not overly thrilled at the idea of enforced group showers, but on the other hand, he would be exceedingly glad to get the lingering grime from the night before off his skin. Exploding leeches weren't exactly the most hygienic things in the the world.

Stripping off his clothes - and grimacing again at the ridiculous excuse of clothing they'd supplied them with here - Daemon left them in a careless heap on the floor behind him as he stepped into the showers.

There were a few people here already - none that he recognized from the night before - and for a moment he considered finding an empty corner to shower alone in. But he couldn't hide away in this place forever, he needed to get more information, and that meant more people. The others in the room seemed agitated, however, but that was nothing new to Daemon, having balanced on the Killing Edge most of his life.

Moving towards one of them - a redhead whose body was decorated in tattoos, Daemon selected a shower head close by. He didn't say anything, not just yet, feeling the waves of anger ripple off the other man even at this short distance. He didn't want to interrupt if the redhead really wanted no company, but he hoped he'd be able to open a conversation with him, as awkward as their surroundings were.

[tartaros-avatar.livejournal.com]

Recluse was generally not in a good mood. Running into a telepath who had done nothing but threaten him over some thoughts that couldn’t possibly apply to anyone in this damned ‘hospital’ had rather destroyed any attempts to act like a normal human. He scowled, leaving the cafeteria as soon as the doctor mentioned where they were all going to be herded off to. The nurse had trouble keeping up with his stride, admonishing him the whole way for not being more considerate. He knew where he was supposed to be going, why waste time?

Upon arriving at the showers, the nurse told him to behave, before turning to leave. Recluse was angry enough at this point to ready a decapitating strike at the woman, running into the sickening feeling of trying to control the limbs that had been taken from him. He stripped and found a shower as far from others as possible, as far from the blasted lights as he could be. His constant near-migraine from the light was only making his mood worsen all the more.

Knowing his luck, some vapid, infuriating human would still want to be sociable.

[sword-and-demon.livejournal.com]

Sparda was quite surprised to find that he was being taken to a public showers. While he didn't really have a sense of modesty, he was under the impression that most humans didn't like engaging in such activities together. At least not in modern times.

He spotted an unusually large man standing near the back, and decided to go shower next to him. It was unusual for humans to reach that size. Not only was this human as tall as Sparda, he was incredibly well-muscled as well.

Unfortunately it didn't look like the man was in a particularly pleasant mood, so Sparda refrained from speaking.

[arc-wrench.livejournal.com]

Oh no. No no nononono. "Objection: I am not going to put up with this!" HK tried to back out of the room, but the nurse caught his arm.

"Now Peter, don't make a fuss. You need to get clean." Damn it. He couldn't argue with that. This meatbag body was disgusting. As much as HK tried to keep clean (apart from when it came to meatbag blood), this body would make itself dirty and oily and smelly. Urgh! It was so nauseating.

Still, he had to be pushed into the room by the nurse, and made sure he followed her instructions before leaving. HK found a spot under one of the water showers (Water? Not sonics? So messy and inefficient!), as far from the other meatbags as possible. He spent the next few minutes fighting the temperature control. It seemed to only have three settings: Off, give the meatbag hypothermia, and slowly boil the meatbag to death. Eventually, a slightly less painful temperature was found, and HK started trying to wash as well as he could.

There were meatbags around. Wearing no clothes. He didn't look at them. He did his best to not look at himself. He really, really didn't want to see all of what was potentially visible at the moment.

[killing-suzie.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/173704.html?thread=11615112#t11615112)]

This morning had been fun, and productive. He'd started feeling out a potential friend and ally, and he'd gotten in some nice flirting. The only other thing he needed for his morning to be truly complete was to tease someone in to blushing.

From the look on this guy's face, he seemed like a good candidate. And he was easy on the eyes as well.

Jack slid up next to him. He still needed to condition and moisturize, after all. No need to leave the buffet of hottie men yet. "Morning," he said cheerfully. "Lovely, isn't it?"

[itneverwas.livejournal.com]

After a remarkably silent breakfast, Xemnas was once again herded to the next area which turned out to be none other than the communal male showers. However, the previous shift had given him some time to think, an activity he seemed to be doing quite frequently as of late. There were several matters needing to be taken care of, and the Superior found himself hoping for an opportunity to do so.

The Organization needed to have some kind of order before he could consider any next steps to be taken, yet the situation made such things slightly difficult. Regardless, he would need to try and contact a few certain members before announcing a meeting. He had noticed the absence of one of his subordinates, but there was always the bulletin board. A most useful way of gaining useful information and arranging certain matters.

After he had stripped himself from the ridiculous pieces of clothing he entered the showers, noting the few people within. However, the Superior didn't feel the need to interact with those present, therefore he chose not to stand next to another patient.

Turning the shower, he felt the water running over his skin as he reached for the soap nearby. For now, he just focused on getting clean.

[bigshotbarret.livejournal.com]

Once again, Barret was whisked away from his conversation with Reno for the shift change. He might have grumbled very loudly at the nurse for this were it not time for showers, the exact thing he was bitching about last night. Well, it seemed even in a place like Landels' it was possible to have blessings come in small packages.

When the nurse left him to his own devices, Wallace was swift in removing his clothing, but taking the time to savor the warmth the shower spray provided. He finally noticed his bite wound was bandaged and probably partially healed. Yeah, when he thought of the rate their wounds healed, he wondered if magic had more to do with their predicament. Unfortunately, the use of magic and technology in tandem made more sense, which in turn made things more complex for the lot when it came to uncovering it's mysteries.

He just hoped this newfound alliance with the Shin-Ra crew wouldn't turn out to be a mistake.

[robin-fox.livejournal.com]

Robin was in a far sunnier mood than he'd been when he went to bed. Upon rekindling his relationship with food, it was certainly an added bonus to find that the day also included hot, clean water!

He stripped out of his clothes in record speed and jumped in. Oh how good this would have felt on a full coat of fur. He was thinking of home, of his own body....of....

"Johnny....?" Robin had crept up to a large man and called the name quietly. You never knew, right? The man had far more muscle but he was a big fella, hard to miss, just like Johnny. Lord knows what form he'd take in this place! Robin himself had little dots all over him, like a leopard, only...they were tiny and faint and...brown. Freckles, the nurse had said.

[damned-ivy.livejournal.com]

Why was it that every time a shower shift rolled around, Hakkai found himself being admonished by some nurse to be careful of his wound and she would help him wrap it again after? It was probably just a trick of timing, but he preferred to believe in the malicious intent of whoever was scheduling shifts. Yes, that made him feel a good deal better. He'd regret killing them much less now.

He stepped under a shower head, turning on the water before prodding the stitched up and exceedingly ugly wound carefully. Not having actually seen his stab wound since it happened, he was.. well, not surprised, exactly. Intrigued was perhaps a better word. It would likely be leaving a nice scar, counterpoint to the one stretching across his stomach.

Convenient, that. Physical reminders of the stains on his soul. He really should track down the woman and thank her. Assuming, of course, she wouldn't just stab him again for his trouble.

[empty-death.livejournal.com]

Faust had no problems public showering. He had long ago stopped caring about how he appeared to others, and he stripped his grey uniform without hesitation. He wasn't a good sight.

He was far too thin, with scars, tattoos on his arms, neck and fingers, track marks, the bite wounds on his hands and leg, and bruises. He'd gotten better at stitching his own wounds over the years, but the massive purple-blue section of his torso always reminded him that everything he'd been able to give hadn't been enough for her in the end.

He picked a shower head, standing next to a man that looked as if he knew the world was hell and he was trapped. Looked familiar too.

He nodded his head in greeting and turned on the taps, letting the warm water soak the muscle aches away. Anything else would be dealt with later.

[visualize.livejournal.com]

[Pre-planned thread with Peony and Dist. Prz 2 b not disturbing~]

It should've been no surprise to him that the showers would be communal. He was certainly no stranger to these circumstances, seeing as that every Military personnel started out as a grunt, so one could say that it was almost nostalgic in a sense. Either way, it was best to follow what the staff wanted out of him until he figured out their true motive.

Peeling off the dull and drab clothes off his body, Jade decided to spend his time mulling over the conversation he had with Luke only minutes before. The puzzle was jumbled, and it was no doubt that he was missing a majority of the pieces to get a solid picture. Oh well, they were bound to fall on his lap sooner or later. For now, he’d just have to work with what he had.

He pulled off his glasses and set them on top of his folded attire before making his way to the stalls. The whole room was still rather empty, so the Colonel had been graced with the luxury to choose a more secluded area. Jade stepped into one near the corner, twisting the knob and sighing when he felt scalding hot water pour from the showerhead and drench his entire body.

[mostcharming.livejournal.com]

Dist had spent the entire time he was brought to the showers kicking and hollering about not wanting to shower with so many other people. Even back at Oracle HQ, he was allowed to take care of other things while all of the other men took their showers, allowing him the entire area to himself by the time he snuck in. Suffice it to say that when he found out he'd be joined by goodness knows how many other men, he was greatly put off - which in itself was an understatement.

Even so, it was nice to get out of those clothes. He found a clean... ish place to place his folded up attire and placed his glasses on top of them. He avoided making eye contact with anyone on the way in, instead looking down at the people there by tilting his head up in a snobbish manner. ... which of course proved to be a rather moot point, as no one was looking at him in the first place. Relaxing, he discovered the place to be somewhat unpopulated for the time being.

There was someone off in a secluded area of the showers and Dist found that was a decent enough idea and began to turn away to do very much the same. But he found himself stopping, looking back to that person, and dropping his jaw. It... really couldn't be. Anise said she hadn't seen him, but maybe she just hadn't seen him yet...? Either way, Dist was confident enough that he knew his friend well enough to recognize even what little he saw of him and thus, headed over with a slight bounce in his step.

"Jade!!"

[0bnoxious.livejournal.com]

Before Albel's conversation with a certain maggot had gotten even slightly interesting (not that he had expected it to be interesting in the first place, but that was besides the point), said waste-of-time was interrupted by one of the annoying wenches.

As they arrived at the communal showers, the stupid woman had point out that he should be careful with his wounds, as they could be easily reopened. Albel rolled his eyes, muttering something about 'meddlesome wench' in reply. He wasn't that stupid, after all. Unfortunately for the captain, the nurse had heard the insult and decided to lecture him about 'minding his tongue', which only made him more irritated with the staff in this dump.

After hearing the woman's prattling and somehow resisting the urge to slam her head into the nearest wall, he was finally left to his own devices. Removing the sad excuse of clothing -- which proved to be quite a hassle with only one arm, but Albel the Wicked wasn't going to ask for help -- he finally entered the showers.

Picking a shower head well away from the rest of the scum, he focused on getting himself clean. Hopefully, none of those maggots would go and bother him, as nagging idiots was the last thing his irritated mood needed at the moment.

[0bnoxious.livejournal.com]

[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/173704.html?thread=11760520#t11760520), even though Albel technically doesn't move.]

[prisonerofdeath.livejournal.com]

More showers. Good, Fox could use a shower after the past new nights. The only unfortunate part was that he'd be showing the rest of the institute that he was injured.

He undressed and calmly made his way to a shower, turning on the hot water and taking a shower that was almost unbearably hot. The warm water felt good on his muscles, though, and he dipped his head under the spray to feel the water hit his scalp.

[no-side-effects.livejournal.com]

Wesker made his way to the showers, still quite surprised by the events at breakfast. Birkin, in this place.

He was going to have a wonderful time examining each and every one of the monsters in this place, Wesker was sure.

And it was at last time for a shower, this time Wesker did not plan on visiting with anyone, making his way to one of the many empty shower heads and turning on the water.

Wesker could still remember the last shower he'd had with Captain Jack and Alucard. He closed his eyes as he showered. While he wouldn't see anyone approaching like this there was no chance for anyone to notice his unusual eyes.

[no-side-effects.livejournal.com]

After opening his eyes just slightly to look around Wesker spotted Birkin. Well, he might as well continue the conversation they'd been having earlier. He turned the water off and made his way over to the other scientist

[[Going here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/173704.html?thread=11474312#t11474312)]]

[icy-demise.livejournal.com]

Showers. SubZero absolutely hated showers, but he acknowledged them as a necessary evil. And his ice powers had been reduced, so perhaps it would be a bit less unpleasant than usual, but he still was not happy about being forced to shower.

More-so that he had to take off his clothes around all these other people. It wasn't that he was modest, because he wasn't. He just didn't want them looking at him.

But, the chances of people wanting to look at him as opposed to the other more interesting-looking people in the shower were slim, so he made his way over to an unoccupied shower and turned the water on.

[intoindra.livejournal.com]

Well well, the conversation with Lust and Gluttony had gone over extremely well- far moreso than Roland had thought it would. Now he seemed to have a friend and at least someone rather reliable as well; that strengthened his bargaining position by quite a substantial amount. If he could only figure out who else to trust and who to cut loose, then he would be even better off. Perhaps even strong enough to survive if his secret slipped.

Not that he was too optimistic in that regard, but he had to take what he could get.

In the meantime, he was still curious about the one who had felt cold to the touch, just like Serph had those few times he'd been in contact with the Embryon's leader. And when better to check for atma marks than in the showers, when everyone was in the exact same state?

Of course, the fact that Roland had been forced to put his glasses up before stepping into the showers meant that the nude Roland had to examine SubZero a bit more closely, a bit more obviously, than he had otherwise wished. But if he was caught, he was caught. Better to be thought a voyeur or a homosexual than what he really was.

[gentiana-clusii.livejournal.com]

Ken wasn't sure to be glad or annoyed when the shower shift rolled around. On the one hand, it would be good to get clean. On the other, well, he didn't really want to field questions about all his scars. Somehow he didn't think the florist thing would hold up, but he had to wonder if it was really such a bad thing if people knew he was an assassin here. Schwarz probably didn't restrict themselves so much. He'd talk to Omi about it later.

The nurse had squeaked and turned red when he started stripping off his clothes right in front of her, he had a bare mockery of a sense of modesty after first locker rooms, then living with Kudoh, then prison. He still didn't like communal showers, but it was more for the reasons of feeling vulnerable when presented with a roomful of naked men. It was hard to conceal weapons with no clothes, after all. At least everyone was in the same boat.

He located a shower near some of the other men, but far enough away that it wouldn't be easy for them to initiate conversation. It seemed that wasn't an unspoken taboo like it had been in the prison, where you just had to watch out for guys who either wanted to beat you or...do other things.

Ken sighed and turned up his head, letting the warm spray wash over his face and hair.

[seiran314.livejournal.com]

As much as Aya disliked the idea of communal showers, it wasn't enough for him to refuse a chance to clean himself up after the few hours in greenhouse yesterday, not to mention night shift which made him feel dirty even if only in spirit.

Breakfast had been quite the different experience, somewhat unnerving even. Despite the fact that Schwarz wasn't the mortal enemy, sitting at the same table, eating breakfast with Crawford wasn't what Aya considered normal thing to do. And when the nurse had come to pick him up, for a moment he had thought he had seen a familiar face yet again, framed with raven hair. Maybe he finally was flipping over the border to insanity, imagining his dead teammates around him.

Needless to say, seeing Ken alone at the showers was a relief. He made his way to the vacant shower head next to Ken with steps that could have been hurried if Aya wouldn't have been guarding his own actions closely. He wasn't as much bothered by the idea of being naked around punch of guys as the idea of having to close his eyes while in their presence while rinsing away the shampoo.

"Hn." It was supposed to serve as a greeting and perhaps even an inquiry after Ken's health, but he didn't assume Ken would understand.

[littlestrawdoll.livejournal.com]

He'd been in a communal bathing area before, so the nakedness didn't bother him. The varying degrees of sourness and injuries did - the wounds, because they disturbed Ren a serious level. Humans and non-humans alike shouldn't be fighting like that. It was just... bad, all around.

The dark moods, though, was something else entirely. Totally a storm cloud hanging over his parade. Someone who had a little spark in their eyes would be a welcome change; at least Daemon seemed to be having a fair conversation with someone Ren didn't know. And Ren didn't know a lot of the people that passed him by, which was a drag, because it was always nice to know names and faces. However, he wasn't sure it was a good idea to start learning them inside a public shower. Sometimes that got taken the wrong way.

Turning on the water, Ren took some shampoo from the dispenser, and started methodically scrubbing last night's lingering mess from his hair - although never dislodging the lock of hair from his eye. If he noticed the water coming from his shower head was still cold, he didn't seem to mind.

[jei.livejournal.com]

Despite the chatty company, breakfast had been tolerable for Farfarello, and so he was in a reasonably good mood when the next shift came around. He was a little surprised by the whole 'communal showers' thing, but it didn't bother him, per se. He left his eyepatch with his clothes before heading into the shower room, though he had a nurse replace the figure-of-eight sling on his right arm once his shirt was off--it seemed like it was okay to get it wet, and he might as well not mess up his collarbone more for no reason.

The massive bruise and considerable swelling over the fractured spot on his clavicle was visible now, though, as well as all of the bruising that had been hidden by his eye patch. As for scars, Farfarello had quite a lot, especially where his left eye had once been. There were other scars scattered over his torso, some well-healed and white, some an ugly red. The arm pinned against his chest by the sling/strap was also bandaged from wrist to elbow, protecting the stitches undernearth. Really, he looked like total hell, but it didn't seem to bother him in the least.

Finding that the showers were starting to fill in, Farfarello silently took a place next to a dark-haired man who was washing his hair. Farfarello's own hair was quickly taken care of, being so short as to require very little time to wash. The rest of his body was going to be slightly more difficult, with his dominant hand unusable and his muscles stiffened from various bruises, but hardly impossible.

[barium-bullet.livejournal.com]

Yazoo was so glad to finally be getting a shower that he didn’t even mind the fact that they were communal. Well, okay, on some level it did. Mostly because he wasn’t too keen on having someone try to strike up a conversation with him while he was trying to bathe. Talk about weird.

He reached around to undo his braid before undressing and after a quick glance around, decided on a random shower and turned on the water, taking a moment to relax under the hot spray before he set about the task of washing up.

[entropy-effect.livejournal.com]

Despite waking up tired and completely missing breakfast, Naoya wasn't too upset at waking up late. He, Usagi and Hokuto had actually made it to the second floor with no injuries and he still had the map (which he quickly hid before his nurse walked in the room). Today may have been one of Naoya's better days.

Well, it was until his nurse informed him that he needed to shower. Showering was not something Naoya was comfortable doing, especially with other people, yet his nurse was insistent and he couldn't think of any way out of it.

The young man shifted in discomfort as he pulled off his clothes and set them in a locker before stepping into the showers. Eyes trained on the floor, Naoya hurried to a vacant shower and focused on ignoring the murmurs of thoughts coming from the other men.

[entropy-effect.livejournal.com]

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[degozaruyo.livejournal.com]

Unlike many of the other people in the shower, Kenshin had absolutely no qualms about being naked in front of men. Where he had come from, communal bathing was as much a social activity as a hygienic one. Public nudity simply wasn't that big a deal. They were all men, they all had the same parts, and he couldn't for the life of him figure out why some of his fellow patients looked so self-conscious.

The rurouni grabbed a towel and some soap and undid his ponytail, letting his long hair fall freely down his back. Now...if only he could figure out how to make the water come out, he'd be set.

IT'S RAINING MEN!

[killing-suzie.livejournal.com]

This was rapidly becoming Jack's favorite part of the day. At least on the days it occurred. He cheerfully shucked the uniform off and strolled into the showers, looking for a free one by someone that was easy on the eyes. Which was a much harder proposition than it sounded because there were simply too many choices.

He made up his mind to bother Wesker a bit more, but decided to start off the shower by meeting someone new before he went into social butterfly mode. And the young man with red hair that seemed to be trying to figure out the showers was the perfect candidate. He was cute, he had nice hair, and he gave Jack the chance to be the boy scout for once. And Boy Scout uniforms were pretty hot

Jack stepped up to the shower next to the man - he had to be fairly new, there weren't that many with hair like that, and Jack had mentally cataloged them all - and gave him a friendly smile. "Morning," he said, all good cheer. "You make it work by twisting the knobs."

[beloved-less.livejournal.com]

To say Soubi was in a bad mood would barely be scraping the surface. Even foul mood was a far cry from the darkness and tension building within him.

If waking up in a strange place hadn't seemed like a thing Ritsu-Sensei would do, arranging for a communal shower would have sold it. Soubi glared, side to side, wondering just where his old Sensei might be. He was undoubtedly enjoying this.

Still, it was strange that the nurses insisted that Soubi was this Matsuda Hiro man. That wasn't like Ritsu-sensei at all. But who else could it be? Oh, it didn't matter. He'd find Ritsuka (who sadly wasn't here in the shower) and get out of the place.

The first stop was to buy some cigarettes. And lollipops. And call Kio for a lift. And get a new phone. That had certainly irked Soubi this morning. No phone. And Ritsuka really hadn't quite grasped the concept of 'calling' Soubi just yet.

[traitors-smile.livejournal.com]

Another uneventful morning. Just the frustration of how little a person could accomplish in a day was maddening. He was sure if he could just line up the pieces, move them to the right places, something would come together. But he had no pieces here. Even Rangiku seemed to be finished with him. Speaking with her seemed to have only cut the few strings left between them. That was what happened when secrets slipped. A lesson learned.

He was just over-reacting, he told himself. He let his concern feed his doubts and that was all it was. There were a dozen reasons for her behavior. He had to pull the emotion out of it so he could think about it clearly. There was no talking to the young captain of the tenth squad, of that he was sure. His earlier attempts to talk to Kurosaki had been about as effective as talking to a brick wall. Hinamori was a difficult one to gauge. It might be possible to speak with Abarai, their opinions hadn't been so different, but trying to get an audience with the man was almost as difficult as the council of 46. Not that he hadn't been able to do it, it just wasn't easy. And now, the only time the man wasn't surrounded by females or children, he was still busy with another person.

Life seemed a series of disappointments. The afterlife was no different, and this; this was something else entirely. At least they were able to wash on something of a regular basis and they were well-fed. Though he couldn't help but be reminded of livestock kept carefully and lovingly right up until the moment they were led to slaughter. He'd rather not become complacent in this place. There were many, much more important things to do.

Regardless, he made his way to an empty shower-head and turned it on. He kept the water moderately cool, right about room temerature. Hot didn't feel so great on fresh burns. The bright red specks where the lizard's acidic insides had landed on his arms was already beginning to fade, but it left a funny pattern.

[qui-gonjinn.livejournal.com]

The prospect of bathing was heartening. Entering the Earthian communal bathing facilities, Qui-Gon combed out his long hair, smoothing out the parts that had been braided as he glanced around the "showers". Each day there was more faces he didn't recognize. More sworls of confusion and doubt in the Force that were fresh even with his decidedly limited ability.

Padding barefoot across the wet tiles, Qui-Gon sought out an available water spout. He found himself next to Gin, a young man he hadn't seen for quite sometime. He was rather gratified to find him in one piece considering Renji's words days earlier when he'd found out about the man being within the walls.

"It has been a while, Gin," Qui-Gon said mildly, stepping under the running water and passing fingers through moist, graying hair. He glanced aside at the other man, taking notice of the red flecks on his arms - he'd been pretty sure those hadn't been there before.

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This shift didn't bother the monk nearly as much as the others, namely because he could get something useful done and run a lower risk of the other patients wasting his time with their problems. Most people tended to have the sense not to pull up to a person while showering and start yapping at them.

The monk quickly got to work in cleaning off. Sanzo scrubbed with a little more ferocity than normal at his neck. The monk knew that it wasn't going to wipe a bruise off; it was going to take time, not a sponge or any amount of soap to do that. But he still couldn't quite forget how it felt - warm mouth and tongue and sharp pain -and that's what he really wanted to get rid of.

It was outright distracting, and the priest just wanted to forget it and move on. He had things he needed to get done and he needed to concentrate on them fully. Not let some asshole get in the way.

Sanzo closed his eyes and ducked his head back under the showerhead, washing out the shampoo from his hair with a hand.

[screwthegods]

Oh, Homura knew that for the most amount of fun, he shouldn't antagonize Sanzo again in person, not just yet. No, it'd be far too amusing to watch the priest looking over his shoulder, being nervous and jumpy, wondering if the war god was there to pounce on him.

But there were certain things in this world that were too much for even a god to resist, and a naked Sanzo qualified.

Especially when the opportunity was so there, the priest leaving himself vulnerable with eyes closed, and water cascading down his pale skin. Oh, Homura did enjoy the sight as he walked up to the man, ignoring the empty spots on either side of Sanzo to simply watch for a moment, savoring this delight for the eyes.

He waited until Sanzo was watching again, not wanting to spoil the surprise by speaking too soon.

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Unfortunately, that showers were today meant Ashton had to undress his wounds, as well as what little pride he had. He wondered if he'd be getting a new bandage after all this was over, but through all of his nurse's cheerful ministrations he assumed he would...

So they denied what was going on during nightshift, but they'd dress their wounds regardless. Even after five days here, it still struck him how weird this place could get.

So Claude and Leon were here, huh..? he thought to himself. He hoped he hadn't forgotten anything important in explaining to them.. Even so, Dias would probably catch it if he had, right..? He knew he'd forgotten something.. what was it? Oh, that was it, he'd forgot to mention the weird experiments. He guessed that could be done on the bulletin board.. which he needed to check, anyway. Maybe Claude already knew.

He doubted he'd ever get over how vulnerable he felt sitting in the shower, and it kind of bugged him that hardly anyone else was taking advantage of the benches. A-at least he would hide his naughty bits safely and modestly under a washrag, his rather muscular and non-possessed back to most of the shower.

[Waiting for Xigbar badtouch!]

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((Someone ask for Moar Badtouch?))

Like some other noted individuals, Xigbar found the communal showers to be a virtual smorgasboard of eye candy. Lots of men all stripped down, in various states of anger and embarrassment and pain; it felt like stepping into a smokehouse, really. So many ambient emotions that Xigbar felt intoxicated, drifting through one sight after another with a stupidly wide grin on his face.

Oh man, how could he get enough of this?

But then he saw an old victim friend all off on his lonesome, standing around with a rag over his bits, leaving the entire back exposed... and Xigbar sauntered up to him, completely nude and not caring how he looked with his long hair down, then abruptly wrapping an arm around Ashton's shoulders. "Y'know, word of advice?" He said it conversationally, yet his eye was sweeping up and down that muscular body, "Situations like this, you wanna pretend like you don't have any fear or shame. Curlin' up like that? You look like a cute little worm on a hook. Predators would snap you up without even blinkin'."

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Breakfast was much too short for William's liking, but he had a few of his questions answered to his liking so he wasn't too displeased when the insufferable nurse approached once more. Shower time. Nothing that William was much concerned over, the scientist had little shame over his body and he had seen enough cadavers to give any child nightmares.

He smiled pleasantly as he removed his clothes and walked over to an empty shower, turning the water on to a comfortable temperature. William had noticed Wesker's presence not too far away, but for now he wanted to simply wash up, observe and deliberate. If Wesker wished to continue their conversation he could approach, if not then William could do as he pleased for the shift. There were far too many questions, ones which the doctor would happily fire away at Wesker when he got the chance later.

Closing his eyes, William ducked his head under the spray of water, listening to the surrounding conversations closely.

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[[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/173704.html?thread=11442056#t11573640)]]

Wesker made his way over to the shower next to Birkin.

"William," since there was no one else near them he felt comfortable opening his eyes a bit more, certainly, Birkin should see them. If he didn't let him see them now Wesker was sure that Birkin would be upset when he did eventually find out that Wesker had been keeping something like that from him.

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Elfangor was disappointed that he had slept through breakfast. He had spent the entire night writing notes about his theories about the hospital. However, there was still lunch to look forward too and since he would be hungry enough by then that meal would be even more glorious!

He came into the shower room and undressed, a little confused. He wasn't modest himself but he was under the impression that humans were. With a shrug, which he remembered was the correct human gesture for what he was feeling, he stepped into the shower and enjoyed the feel of the water.

He hadn't realized how grimy he felt until he started cleaning.

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Even though Armand wasn't very hungry for the food anymore, he had been trying to learn what he could from the conversation with the young people. That being the case he wasn't happy when a nurse came to take him somewhere else. He noticed the cafeteria was being cleared by other nurses doing the same thing. Was their life here so regimented?

The nurse explained that it was time for the adults to shower. Before he had a chance to ask what she meant, they arrived at the shower room. Just one glance of a dozen or more naked men standing under streams of steaming water brought Armand to an abrupt halt. He whirled to put his back to them. The nurse didn't seem at all perturbed by the nudity around her.

"No," he said, "I cannot."

She insisted. He protested again. When she reached for his arm, he tore it free. "No! I am not removing my clothes in company." This was followed by a torrent of rapid and rather angry-sounding French as he looked for a way past her back into the hallway. He could wash in a basin. Alone.

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"Mr. Larue, I don't know what it is that you're so worried about, but we're here to make sure that nothing gets out of hand in the showers, so please, I must insist. You can't refuse to shower forever, you know!" Even though this patient was new, and therefore probably wasn't all that dirty, the fact that he was so against the idea of showering was worrisome.

"You can just go stand in the corner, wash yourself quickly, and then be done with it! Like a band-aid. Then I can take you to the Sun Room or the Game Room, all right?" She smiled encouragingly. Hopefully, all he needed was a little coaxing.

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Zabuza grunted at his nurse when he came into the shower room.

He didn't care if other men saw him naked or not. His body was nothing for him to be ashamed or protective of. He was someone who willingly put it in risk for his employer. He stalked right under the water and showered without enjoying it.

During the day, they really wanted to make people soft. Feeding them repeatedly every day and then offering showers. It made him irritated, but then he was usually irritated during the day. He wanted to get this over with so he could move on.