damned_institute | DAY 26: Men's Showers (Second Shift)

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DAY 26: Men's Showers (Second Shift)

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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Ack! HK had been so very intent on not looking at the meatbags, that he hadn't registered that one was close, until it spoke. He twitched in surprise, head snapping around to focus on the intruder. Until he realized he was looking at one of the meatbags, and looked at the wall again. "Negative: No, it is most certainly not, meatbag!" He just wanted to go home! Could he call in sick from having to deal with the universe today? Please?

Jack checked the guy out, and made no bones about it. Then he turned the shower on. "Oh? Something bothering you?" he said. "The name's Captain Jack Harkness, by the way. What's yours?"

HK felt almost like banging his head against the wall. Maybe he could stun himself or get a concussion that way, and he wouldn't have to deal with the meatbag. Who seemed to be much to interested in looking at him. "Annoyance: Of course something's bothering me! Being stuck here as a meatbag, herded around like a mindless drone, made to take off the flimsy cloth garments hiding this disgusting body, and now I have to stand here in a public area to clean myself, being oggled by meatbags! That is what's bothering me!" That was a just about everything that HK hated about the world at the moment, packaged into a deluxe-size rant. The meatbag was lucky, really-- most just got a Rant Lite. Those made even less sense, and less effort was put into their creation.

"Statement: My designation is HK-47. Just to get the next few usual questions out of the way, I was an assassin droid before arriving here, yes I always use descriptive prefixes at the beginning of sentences, no, I can't stop calling you 'meatbag' even if I wanted to..." Oh yes. One more thing. "Threat: And if you try to do anything even remotely inappropriate to me, I'll make sure the rest of your existence will be comprised of a quite excruciatingly painful period of approximately two seconds." There. That was just about everything...

Jack seemed utterly unbothered by the rant; he listened to it patiently. "Well, I assure you that as meatbags go, you're looking pretty good and haven't anything to complain about. So buck up." He started putting rinse in his hair. "I wouldn't dream of doing anything inappropriate to you, at least not now, and I'm not the sort of pervert that likes to molest the unwilling anyway." He grinned. "And I'd like to see you try. But considering we're under careful watch, we'll just leave it as a contest of machismo and not an actual you trying to kill me thing, how about."

Telling HK that his meatbag body looked nice wasn't actually considered a compliment. "Statement: This body has some mocking similarities to my chassis, but any attractiveness is not enough of a useful trait to make this meatbag shell worth the trouble that it has proved itself to be." He said this just as some soap got in one of the gashes on his arms from last night, making him let out a small noise of complaint. They had healed more quickly than was normal, even for this place, but HK had been too unfocused so far during the day to increase the recovery time.

"Wary: A seemingly trustworthy meatbag drugged me, yesterday. And then took every excuse to come into physical contact with me. And then--" No, I am not going to mention what happened during the nightshift! ...The bruise on his thigh had felt better afterward, but that didn't make up for how mortified he was when some diminutive meatbag had thought that he and the other assassin were... No!

"Oh, I don't know," Jack said. "Attractiveness is a very useful trait depending on what you want and how you go about getting it." He smiled. "Though I'm sure it's disconcerting to be out of your proper body." He chuckled. "I don't think anyone here is trustworthy, really. But if you've got people touching you in your bathing suit region, you could sic a nurse on them, you know. It'd be pretty damn funny."

HK's face was still fairly blank, if a little more distressed than normal. He was, however, blushing quite spectacularly by this point. "Statement: 'Disconcerting' barely begins to describe it, meatbag."

No meatbag was trustworthy, but he would have thought that an assassin would be more focused on killing things, and less on touching him! "Smug: He was drugged. But that was for hitting me, after he had already drugged me... And then he fell on me intentionally. And other things, later." That was as much information as he was going to volunteer on what had happened last night.

Jack paused in his application of rinse for a moment to smirk at HK. "Sounds like someone's got a crush on you. Like a perverted old uncle." His fingers started moving again. He had nice hair and intended to keep it that way. "You ought to consider getting some use out of it if you're stuck in it, you know. Though not necessarily with Mr. Cop-a-Feel."

HK cringed. But it did back up his internal designation of SubZero as 'that lecherous traitor meatbag'. "Statement: I would rather focus on finding a way out, and finding my chassis. I... Negative: Definitely not. All of that sort of thing is even more disgusting than everything else meatbags do."

Jack gave HK a brilliant, thousand watt smile. "Possibly," he said. "But it also feels nicer than anything else, too." His grin became a smirk. "And it's only disgusting if you're doing it wrong. Or if you're in to that." An eyebrow quirked up.

...HK shifted slightly away from the meatbag. He wasn't going to comment on that.

The second part, though, had to be refuted. "Negative: No! All I meant was that from... unfortunate occasions when I have been forced to observe such things, it disgusts me. I've never done anything of the sort."

"Okay, so you're not a voyeur," Jack said. "That's good to know. But as for the other stuff... you know, you shouldn't knock it 'til you've tried it. I though Gerbasian Slar was the grossest thing ever until I tried eating it, after all."

"Distress: That's far from the best comparison. I think eating in general is disgusting as well. And that activity is necessary." HK nearly sighed. This wasn't doing much to change his mind, but it was making him think about it much more than he would have liked. He was more fond of the 'close your eyes and maybe it will go away' tactic.

"I think you're looking at this all the wrong way," Jack said cheerfully. "I mean, for the time being you're stuck being one of us meatbags, whether you like it or not - and you obviously don't like it. But while you're stuck like this, you might as well be the best meatbag you can be, and try out the range of experiences. I'm sure it'll give you useful insight in... whatever it is you do when you're not a meatbag. Assuming you get stuck being around us anyway." A shining smile. "Take your lemons and make lemonade and all that, instead of whining and letting the bullies throw them at you."

Damn it, why did the meatbag have to come up with a valid point? He was still rejecting the idea of... that sort of activity on principle, however.

HK sighed. "Concede: Fine. Query: Then if I was to make the most of this, what would you suggest, meatbag?"

Jack liked winning. And Jack liked screwing with people. This was turning out to be his day. "Well, if you want the full array of experiences, I think the staff here will already take care of all the unpleasant ones, like fear and frustration and helplessness. So, on the good end... the food here is actually pretty good for the sort of place we're in, so try everything, savor it, bask in the flavor." He grinned. "Take some nice, long naps. Get someone to give you a massage. And then get someone to give you a massage with a happy ending."

"Statement: I already had emotions before this body. Being stuck in a Gizka-infested starship with several pacifists and other infuriating meatbags had already given me enough experience with fear, frustration and helplessness." Why had the juvenile Twi'lek insisted on keeping the Gizka?! 'Because they're cute' was not the answer he had wanted to hear! And then after he splattered one, the Jedi had all gotten angry. And the wookiee. The wookiee had been more convincing in getting him to stop.

...ooh, he didn't like the sound of that last one. "Query: I'm probably going to utterly regret asking this, because I think I know the answer, but... What do you mean by 'a happy ending'?"

Jack took a moment to decide if he wanted to string HK along a little more, or hit him with the shocker now and see what happened. Since he wasn't sure how much time they'd get in the showers, he decided that sooner was better than later. He started working the rinse out of his hair, his smile still something mostly innocent. "Emotions are one thing, but the quality of sensation to go with them is another. At least in my opinion." He shrugged carelessly. "Anyway... so you get a massage, you get nice and relaxed, and then your lovely masseuse gives you at least a hand job, if not something better. A very happy ending, one might say."

HK was momentarily confused by the term used. What does...? Oh. Ew. I suppose I should have guessed... Each thought was fairly easy to see in HK's eyes and posture, if not his expression. "Weariness: I really shouldn't have asked."

The idea of a massage was fairly nice, though, although HK would never admit it. He wasn't used to having muscles like this, and had managed to make those that braced the spine quite tight, among other minor problems. It might have been physically noticable, but mostly HK went by the idea that few were going to look at him much, and even fewer would really look at him in a way that would allow them to diagnose the problem.

"Nothing wrong with questions," Jack said cheerfully. He gave HK a sly look. "Like I said. Don't knock it 'til you've tried it. You're looking really tense, there, buddy."

HK sighed slightly. "Repitition: Observation has been far too disgusting to begin with. Statement: In regards to being tense, this body is difficult to manage on so many levels that quite a lot of muscles have become painfully stiff." His old joints only got stiff after being in a Tatooine sandstorm. These muscles just decided to get stiff when they felt like it.

"That's kind of how it works," Jack said. "Flesh bodies are inconvenient, though in my opinion obviously still very worth it." He smiled. "If you want to get rid of the aches, just ask a nurse for some drugs. Or if you're smart and don't trust them, get someone to rub your back. Better than drugs, too." His smile became a grin. "Of course, I'd be willing to offer my services, but you can't be sure at this point if I have an ulterior motive, right?"

A slight noise of distress escaped HK as he had to decide how to respond to this. "Statement: I have had enough experiences with drugs already. I..." Ugh, why was he considering this? Had the hot water somehow affected his brain? "Decision: Fine. All the meatbags here have ulterior motives, anyway."

Jack was surprised, that HK gave in that easily. He hadn't actually been aiming for that at all, but he wasn't about to look a gift in the mouth. Really, deep down, Jack was a nice enough guy that he didn't mind helping out his fellow man a bit. Especially if his fellow man might turn out to be pliable and willing to have a little fun after a little convincing.

He grinned. "Alright then," he said. "Tell you what. They're keeping all us so-called adults grouped together this afternoon. So we'll find a nice quiet corner and I can give you a kinda half-assed backrub then. Since that way you don't have to worry about me whipping out the bad touch in front of the nurses. We'll see if that gets you to relax some."

Why was he agreeing to this? Why? Where was the logic in this idea?!

...His back did hurt, though. "Agreement: All right..." He really didn't trust the meatbag at all. But the last time a meatbag had done something unwanted to him during the day, they had ended up sedated. It should be acceptable...

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