Dayshift 34: Men's Showers

[0bnoxious.livejournal.com]

Albel had wasted an entire night, but he couldn't quite figure out how he had actually wasted it. He had left his room early, didn't stand around doing nothing and no pathetic worm had dragged him down. Finding Fayt's room and smack the foolish maggot against the nearest wall shouldn't have taken a full night, but yet he found himself back in his bed before he even had so much as located the right door.

What the hell?!

But he didn't have much time to think about it, as one of the wenches instantly stepped into his room as soon he sat up. Had she had been waiting behind the door or something? He ignored her useless babble along the way to the showers. Apparently, he had slept through most of the day. Perhaps the lack of sleep was taking it's toll, though the warrior wouldn't even think about admitting that thought. And who cared about it anyway? The days were useless!

By the looks of things, Albel was the first one to arrive. Not that he cared. After stripping himself of his clothing he stepped inside the shower area and picked a stall by random. It took some fiddling with the knobs before the water temperature was good enough, but he eventually let the water wash over his body.

[Free!]

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[full-score.livejournal.com]

Claude was still feeling a tad sheepish about that passing comment he'd made during lunch, but there wasn't much use in dwelling on it. He didn't think it was anything too serious, thankfully. But in the future, the blond knew he'd need to try watching his mouth. It pained him to see his friends down and out in any way, especially if he was involved somehow.

Still, it'd been nice to share a lunch with his "little brother," as well as to hear about everything the young genius had been up to since his arrival. Although, Leon had been a little vague with details, hadn't he? It was true he only knew about assignments as he received them, but that didn't explain all the things he'd been working on before...

Ah, well. He was probably thinking too much on it.

Once the nurse showed him to the showers, Claude was a little surprised to find that he was one of the first people there. It was actually kind of nice, he thought as he stepped into the area, his uniform left behind in one of the lockers. The tiles felt cool to his feet, and for the first time, the shower room actually seemed a little bigger than he'd realized.

It was probably only going to last a few seconds, though. Even more captives were shedding their uniforms at that moment, no doubt. Not that Claude was shy about communal showers -- he had been (still was?) in the military, after all. But even he enjoyed a little space to himself every now and then.

Ignoring the other man who was in the room, he stood under one of the shower heads and turned it on, allowing himself to simply stand under the water with his eyes closed for a moment.

[Reserved for Ashton and some Guy, I believe?]

[part1of3.livejournal.com]

[bend over, i have soap on my hands i mean HI]

Ashton's mood last shift had run the gamut from effervescent to downtrodden. Though he'd really meant to show his best face to the colonel, he was rather sure he'd embarrassed himself a little bit. He did like Roy Mustang, but at the same time he could feel that there was some wall there set in place by either the colonel's reserved nature or their oddly different backgrounds.

He wondered if he had made a good impression on the man. ...Well, he'd do his best. Perhaps he would be allowed into the basement - or better yet, sent with his swords to jump over the wall. Would it be open again tonight? He wasn't sure. He just knew he wouldn't press either way. He'd be assigned where the colonel wanted to assign him, and that would be that.

As soon as he learned that it was his shower time, though, Ashton froze. He'd been expecting it, but he really hated these communal showers. He was afraid people were looking at him. Not that his body was unfit or anything, or anything less than sculpted, but it was still terrible and horrible and absolutely no good.

Ashton stripped quickly, leaving his notebook, his makeshift headband, and the pendant Celine had given him in a (maybe) safe place by the sink. Keeping his head down, he scampered into the shower and onto one of the benches, keeping well covered with a washrag as he leaned forward to turn on the showerhead.

...But there was someone beside him. Oh Tria, why hadn't he seated himself alone? He supposed that he'd just been in such a rush that he took the first spot he saw, but - but - oh, this was terrible.

Surreptitiously, he raised his head with his hands on his face, under the guise of rinsing himself off, while he cast a curious eye to the side, checking out who it was.

"...Claude?!" What a coincidence! Not that he really wanted Claude to see him in the shower, but.. geez, this was really awkward, wasn't it? "Uh." He wondered if he should say anything. "..Hi. Hi, Claude."

[longlivetheking]

Not again...

Hadn't a single torture through water under the banner of 'personal hygiene' been enough? Scar had loathed it then, and he still did now. Because, as a lion, he had natural loath for water or anything wet.

Not that his nurse took any pity on him for that matter. Even despite his protests, he still ended up in the shower area holding a piece of cloth along with a stern look and the message to go and 'take a shower'. Licking still didn't suffice, apparently.

Hardly paying any attention to the only other occupant of the room, he moved reluctantly to one of the stalls. But instead of turning one of the knobs, he proceeded to glare at the offensive mechanism. Only being in the dampened room was bad enough as it was. He didn't intend to make the situation even worse.

[also, very much free!]

[saintoflangley.livejournal.com]

[Lion can has crippleyboy, y/n?]

What joker's idea was it to have communal shower day? Conklin suddenly remembered why he hated this place so much. Aside from the fact that it brought back memories of high school gym class, and his time spent in Vietnam, which had robbed him of his foot.

And this, of course, presented a problem. He had to remove the prosthetic in order to shower, due to the velcro that fastened it. After some pointless arguing with his nurse, he was allowed to keep his cane. So, with but a towel between himself and the world, and without even his damned Quasimodo's boot, he limped/wobbled to a free area along the wall, the nurse kindly (ha!) going with him.

"Goodness, Mr. Irons, it's not going to bite you," the nurse said to a darker-skinned man who was glaring sullenly at the water knobs. "Mr. Caine, I trust you know what to do."

"Uh-huh," Conklin said absently, trying to stay upright. He really, really hated shower day.

[captain-hunam.livejournal.com]

[Oh where, oh where could my stalker the Admiral have gone, oh were, oh where can he be~]

Zelnick was, thankfully, one of first into the showers. Not that he would enjoy the public bathing thing, but at least he could get as clean as possible before the place got crowded.

As quickly as he could, he stripped, grabbed a towel to wrap protectively around his waist, and headed straight for a stall as far away from anyone else as possible, turning the water on hot. Hopefully the steam would lend at least a little more privacy...

[wantsyourzex.livejournal.com]

This was, without a doubt, his favorite shift. Without question! With so many humans all naked and just standing around for him to stare at and appreciate... it was like a dream come true. Once he walked into the shower room, it was nearly impossible to think of anything else. If there was ever any moment where he was glad for this transformation and his incarceration here, this would be it.

Giggling quietly to himself (and also walking around without any cover or any sense of shame), ZEX wandered and stared at everyone's nude bodies gleefully. Somewhere, beneath the lust that flooded his mind at the moment, he thought that this would also be helpful to clean off his human skin and hair, both of which got dirtier than he would expect through his daily activities. Particularly his human hair... it was a tangled mess and hopefully the application of some water would fix that. Or so he assumed, not that washing himself was the first thing on his mind.

And the Creator certainly was favoring him today! He saw someone who looked very familiar a little distance away, and he walked up behind him as quietly as he could, grinning uncontrollably.

"Hello, my Captain," he whispered near his ear, and then couldn't help but start giggling again. Could this get any better? He didn't think so.

[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

This needed to be quick, but thorough, Edgeworth thought, quickly stripping down and tossing his clothing aside. He had plans in the Sun Room, and he didn't want to be late.

He picked a shower stall near the exit, quickly adjusting the temperature. He let the hot water wash over him, then quickly lathered up his hair, face, and body. While he washed up, he made a mental note to pick up some decent shampoo, conditioner, and body wash while in town the next day.

Edgeworth rinsed off the lather, wincing at the feel of the soap and adding lotion to the list. He then added conditioner to his hair, careful to let the first round sit for two minutes, rinse, and add a second light round so his hair would properly cooperate.

With that done, the prosecutor turned off the water, dried off, and wrapped the towel around his waist. He stepped out into the changing area, putting on a fresh uniform and slippers, then taking a few extra minutes to brush his teeth and carefully comb his hair into place.

Miles inspected his reflection in the mirror. It wasn't perfect, but it would have to do.

[tyki-pon.livejournal.com]

[Free for poking!]

Showers, huh?

Tyki wasn't really bothered by the fact they were public. Though also familiar with the luxury of private showers, he had seen much, much worse in his life as a hobo. And besides, it wasn't like showers were all that often available for the poor.

The Noah quickly stripped himself of his clothing, leaving them in a messy bundle (he couldn't be bothered to keep them neat. He didn't like them anyway). He also removed his glasses, something that didn't happen all that often while in his white side. But glasses and damp areas just didn't get along that well. Most people thought he was practically blind without them, but unfortunately for the ones who hoped he would walk into walls, that wasn't really the case. He probably had his Noah to thank for that.

After getting a towel he stepped into the shower area. There weren't many people around yet, but he picked a random shower stall anyway and began fiddling around with the knobs until the water was the right temperature.

[human-sponge.livejournal.com]

Even though the whole shower situation still struck him as unbelievably awkward, Peter remembered the time with Soujirou a few days ago. They'd been able to carry on an interesting, informative conversation while cleaning themselves, so he didn't see why he should pass up on that now.

He would just have to pick out someone who didn't look like they would have a heart attack if anyone else even dared to look at them. There were a few like that around, and he felt for them. This wasn't exactly easy to deal with.

It didn't take him too long to find someone, though he only gave the man a quick glance before taking up the spot next to his. There was no reason to stare, after all, so he made sure to either look straight forward or at the tiled floor. Reaching out, Peter turned on the shower.

"Been having an okay day?" he asked the patient next to him, smiling slightly even though he wasn't making eye contact. The day was almost over, in fact, and they would be getting cleaned up just to get dirtied in the coming night. Speaking of which, Claire still hadn't responded to his bulletin board message, though he had gotten another curious reply... He just hoped she wrote back before it was too late.

[screwthegods]

Lunch had left Homura justifiably riled, and justifiably concerned. Really, what sort of things had his future self done? What kind of person had he become during that long time, year after year of fighting on battlefields in the name of Heaven? Kenren had said he'd rebelled, but even that thought seemed beyond possibility. Thinking he was a leader of men here was foreign enough, but that he had somehow led a force against Heaven?

Even though it made him smile, Homura still found it hard to think it possible of himself.

But now there would hopefully be clearer answers. Homura had waited in eager anticipation for this meeting since breakfast, since he had read the note written in his own hand to Okita. He couldn't remember the man, though apparently they were close. At the very least, he could without doubt say he trusted Okita above any other.

Okita was the one he had asked to save Rinrei.

He had guessed that the man they passed entering the Chapel the night before was the person in question, though he didn't seem to be in the showers yet. Homura took a stall near the entrance, hoping to be able to see him when he came in, and largely ignoring the rest of the patients as he began to wash.

[For Okita]

[notachick.livejournal.com]

Finally. The nurses didn't really understand why he seemed so docile as they wheeled him into the showers, but this was the only shift he'd really been looking forward to all day. Water. Clean water and soap and a chance to get the filth off him. Certainly, he couldn't see it anymore, nor could he really smell it, and the nurses assured him that he seemed clean, but he could taste it and he could feel it and that was enough proof for him.

Giving him a stern warning not to disturb his injuries, the nurses helped him disrobe and sent him on his way. Walking had never been such a task and he gripped his side for a moment, leaning against the doorway to catch his breath and compose himself before moving into the room. He had a meeting with Homura, so he couldn't scrub his skin as hard as he would have liked.

Something was wrong with Homura, something that had happened last night at the same time he had been taken. He was acting strangely and Okita had begun to piece together the reason the longer he watched the bulletin board. Spotting the demi-god close to the entrance, Okita moved over to a free stall next to him and eased him under the water. "So the name Kaneyoshi no longer rings a bell does it?"

[idolism]

Ugh. If they thought Aidou would ever grow complacent with such unsightly practices, they were wrong.

Other people could grow to accept showering with others around in a half-assed bathing facility. He wouldn't. His skin was definitely going to crawl every time they allowed a shower in this place. But when the opportunity presented itself, Aidou couldn't very well refuse on principle. At the very least, he needed to clean the lingering smell of his own blood off of his body, and generally freshen up as much as he could when the soaps and shampoos were sub par.

He'd never smelled of his own sweat before, and he wasn't going to start.

With a towel wrapped around his waist, the vampire chose one of the back stalls and followed suit in ignoring everyone else around him. He didn't give free shows and he didn't want one.

[vladville.livejournal.com]

Stylish and clean as always, the showers had the air of a high school locker room, only filled with adult men who really ought to be allowed to clean themselves in private. Still odd, Vlad thought, that they seemed to go days without showers and only then were herded in to wash, yet he hadn't noticed himself feeling particularly filthy and he was used to showering every night at home. Their captors probably washed them off when they cleaned and bandaged them at night, how considerate.

And Daniel said he was creepy. Well, there was no sense in playing shy when everyone else was in the same situation. At least he kept in shape and had nothing to be embarrassed about. He picked out a spot suitably apart from those already taken and started shampooing dutifully, while wondering what shampoo exactly this was, and if it would eventually start damaging his hair. The last hints of the injuries he'd gotten nights before twinged a little at the awkward movements, feeling no more painful than an old pulled muscle.

His first serious conversation about Landel's, oddly enough, had been in this place. But everyone here thus far seemed keen on privacy, or on pretending there was privacy. It struck him as a little silly, honestly, they were all adults and not that he was looking but he assumed they all probably were equipped the same. Still, he wasn't going to go out of his way to start up a friendly chat with some paranoid 20-something whose dignity couldn't quite endure the occasion.

[Free]

[empty-death.livejournal.com]

(I hope this is alright?)

Faust frowned down at his nurse, taking the cloth and sighing as he was directed into the showers. He didn't mind public bathing so much (he had spent a while in countries where it was the norm), but he didn't like how ... unsanitary this seemed. They were obviously clean when they woke up, so why this? Why only once every few days? Was this to help with the facade that this was an actual hospital?

Turning the knobs to a cool level, he ducked under the spray, his movements slow. His chest still hurt from the last detox and he didn't want to do anything to make it worse. He was so intent on his own actions, he didn't notice the man beside him right away.

[enigmaticmedium.livejournal.com]

Showertime, also known as the time when the men all pretended they hadn't come into existence naked and that there was something odd about it all. Granted, he wasn't used to the need for showers, but once trying them in the human form they were kind of pleasant. Washing was supposed to be therapeutic for humans, after all, right?

But he didn't want to be feeling 'cleansed' exactly, and he definitely didn't want to get too used to this. Maybe the meal had been a sign... the sort of amusing novelty was wearing off as days passed. He was becoming used to his human body. That was bad. Wrong in a very basic sort of sense. Much worse than human men being naked. Not that he could exactly start bemoaning his fate to strangers in here...

The only solution Xelloss could see would be to ignore the shower apart from being sure he didn't get soap anywhere it would hurt, and to try and focus on the general ill-ease in the room. There were a few self-assured sorts who weren't bothered, but there was also anger at the perceived humiliation, or degredation, or simply embarrassment. Was this what Hellmaster was experiencing, why he was behaving so strangely--the Mazoku aspect of their existence seeming to fade in the face of day to day reality?

Don't get all philosophical! People here are miserable and you're working hard, if it weren't for the body everything would be lovely. Odd, he wasn't used to giving himself pep-talks either.

[Free]

[scaredy-crow.livejournal.com]

Lunch hadn't been too bad. Despite his initial concern, he had managed not to irritate his tablemate, so it could be worth the time to get to know him further. There were several people he needed to get to know further, really. That Harley woman from Gotham, that Uchiha man from the day before, and it might be a good idea to get to know his roommate. But that could wait until dinner.

Crane didn't really care much for the idea of communal showers. It wasn't exactly embarrassing in any way, since he firmly believed in brain over brawn, or whatever other physical comparisons other men liked to make when naked in the showers together. It was just a colossal waste of time to him, and he would rather make it go as quickly as possible.

He took little time stripping and going to the nearest shower, and quickly lathered up before turning the shower on to as hot as it would get as he began to rinse off. Well, at least the water was hot; one point in Landel's favor over Arkham. The water there would have been either lukewarm or cold, since security was a bigger issue and, consequently, had a much higher budget than the water heaters.

After a moment, he turned the water off, drying himself off with the towel and changing into a fresh uniform before heading out into the Sun Room.

[31st-of-china.livejournal.com]

At least the only good thing to come out of that last shift was finding out that he'd been granted a reprieve from Homura's pawing. He could shower in peace.

It didn't help his mood that much right now, unsurprisingly. Kenren's actions still stung, and yet, he couldn't help but be startled at the fact that he'd even given a shit what that man did.

Sanzo roughly stripped down, and lathered up.

Maybe he hadn't quite believed Homura when he'd brought Kenren's name up earlier. He'd thought it more of his B.S., or if it was true, certainly not as close as the two had been at breakfast.

Fuming, he ducked under the showerhead.

How could he not see what kind of person Homura is like?, Sanzo thought angrily. Homura's true nature was pretty damn obvious. Then again, Kenren had implied that he'd overlook it, just because of some admiration out of what he did to go against heaven, and that they had a common goal.

Sanzo couldn't see how someone could do that. How anyone could knowingly do it, undergo a willful ignorance.

Especially in regards to that bastard.

He shut the water off with a clipped twist of the wrist, toweled off and put a fresh uniform on, then stalked out of the showers.

[Headed this way (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/418605.html)]

[spirit-forge.livejournal.com]

Lunch hadn't been that bad, except for the awkward social interaction. It probably had to do with Angel and himself having similarly, guarded personalities.

The showers had been a welcome change, and disrobing didn't bother him as much as it did other people. Public showers weren't a foreign concept in Fuyuki or Japan for that matter. He'd been lucky enough to enjoy it within the privacy of his own home. Now that he thought about it, he should of known there was something fishy with his dad's finances. How could a guy, from a no name family, afford such a huge and extravagant estate, without a job?

As the water, soap, and shampoo cleansed his body, it felt good. He hadn't had to worry about cleanliness for some time, since a spirits usually didn't have to worry about that kind of stuff.

He took a little longer than usual, enjoying his shower, but not long enough to really be noticed.

[spirit-forge.livejournal.com]

[not-rly-fai.livejournal.com]

[Yue]

Yuuhi's lunch with Orihime had been a nice change, and his nap earlier had improved his mood some too. He still had to make sure that the team had things to do for the night before he ran off to help Homura, but he could do that much, right?

Undressing took a bit more effort than usual, with the large cuts on his chest and his sore muscles, but he managed with some of the nurse's help. The water stung, especially at first, but he tried to ignore it and just focus on the simple task of getting clean.

[winged_moon]

So after he'd been humiliated by the need to eat lunch, Yue was being led to another degrading experience. The guardian was sufficiently distracted by everything else going on in his mind, however, that he barely managed to summon a flicker of irritation when the nurse nudged him into the showers with her usual annoyingly cheerful smile and a comment on how he'd feel so much better once he was cleaned up.

And then Yue took a look around and noticed the very person he'd wanted to speak to. And - that was interesting. Was that marking on Fai's back what Subaru had been referring to when he'd spoken of a "curse"? But...Yue's eyes narrowed slightly in concentration as he approached the magician. Perhaps. It didn't feel quite like that. But could he even trust his senses anymore?

"How badly were you injured?" Yue cast a critical eye on the cuts on Fai's chest as he paused a short distance away. If this kind of thing happened often, perhaps the magician truly did need a guardian - though that thought only made Yue's frown deepen.

[prevails.livejournal.com]

[cnflctofintrst.livejournal.com]

Although the showers were mostly empty when Mello's nurse motioned him through the door, the air had already left a film of condensation on the blue and white tiles under his feet. He stood to the side of an empty showerhead while he waited for the water to warm, and a few seconds later, he was drenched.

These showers were completely pointless. Every morning he woke scrubbed clean of whatever blood and filth the night had painted on him, and a subtle but nauseatingly antiseptic scent clung to his skin and hair. Mello had held a distant hope that the shower might wash it away, but when he picked up the bar of soap he was greeted with a stronger whiff of the same odor. Everything in this place was so sterile and so disgusting.

First: establish new connections and reinforce existing ones. The shower wasn't conducive to conversation, but if he finished quickly, he'd be permitted to go back to the Sun Room.

Mello's most recent conversation had taken some of the edge from his fury, but the anger was far from dormant. Near had to have known about Mello and Artemis' dislike for each other before he engaged the boy in conversation. He didn't rely on coincidence, especially not in the early stages of something like this. There must have been something on the bulletin, something clue that Mello had let slip because he'd been lazy and complacent.

Not anymore.

Mello washed the remainder of the soap from his arms and gave the knob a violent twist, causing the pipe to creak in protest. If he'd been stronger, something might have broken. He'd need to work on that too.

[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/418605.html?thread=34094893#t34094893)]

[blurred-divide.livejournal.com]

A shower was definitely a welcome distraction. Angel let the water run hot, taking the opportunity to examine the bite marks. Almost healed for the most part, although the splash of corrosive blood hadn't done much to help.

Dammit. Slowed healing was starting to get...bothersome.

He didn't take as long in the showers, although he would've liked to. This was probably one of the few places where it actually felt less crowded, with people keeping more to themselves. Usually. If he was lucky.

But he'd promised to talk with someone later, and so he was out in ten minutes. It was probably good he couldn't see himself in a mirror. He really didn't want to know what his hair looked like flat from a shower.

[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/418605.html?thread=34061357#t34061357)]

[a-spider-can.livejournal.com]

As far as his lunch meeting had gone, Peter wasn't sure what to think of it. In the end, it seemed like the girl (whose name he'd never gotten) had just been curious, and he was going to hope that she took his advice and stopped thinking too hard about what she had seen. In any case, he didn't see why he should tell Eddie about it. Eddie obviously knew that the girl had seen him with the symbiote out, and Peter was just glad that the other man hadn't seen fit to silence her in one way or another.

It occurred to him that he still didn't know what was going on tonight, though he imagined that another try at getting outside and seeing more of it was in store. He would have put up a message for the involved people on the bulletin, but he just knew that Eddie would jump in and he didn't want to deal with that right now. Besides, it was better if the other man didn't know about their plans, even on a basic level.

But now it was time for his shower, which was always an unpleasant experience, especially considering some of the past instances. Peter quickly glanced around the room for Eddie as he entered, relieved to see there was no sign of him. With that in mind, he quickly headed for an empty space and turned the shower head on, then waited for the water to warm. Hopefully he could get this over with quickly and without incident.

[littlegoblinjr.livejournal.com]

Still moody and bad tempered after his run-in with Gin, Harry had skipped lunch, spending the time brooding instead. When a nurse came to fetch him, telling him it was time to wash he was surprised to realise that, yes, he hadn't had a shower since he got here. What with one thing or another, he hadn't even noticed before. Now though, it hit him how filthy he felt.

Eagerly following the nurse, Harry hesitated upon entering the room. Communal showers. Just great. He felt like he was right back in high school again, which was something he could do without. Stripping down slowly, he looked around, hoping to find an isolated space where he wouldn't be disturbed, until he spotted Peter standing alone. Brightening instantly, Harry headed straight over and was about to wrap an arm around his friend when he remembered the whole wet naked thing.

Instead he clapped a hand on Peter's shoulder giving him a friendly wink and asking, "Hey there, come here often?"

[muted-flame.livejournal.com]

Roy had a tendency to keep to himself in the showers -- not out of any particular shyness, but because he didn't need people asking him questions about his appearance. It was strange how easy it was to forgot about the red lines marking his body until he had to strip like this. He strode across the wet tile, sighing to himself as he eyed the bandages around his middle. He didn't want to remove them, since he didn't know what the state of his wound was and he wasn't sure if a nurse would re-wrap him afterward. But he didn't know how he could shower properly with them on...

He would just have to stand outside of the water's trajectory and go one limb at a time. It wouldn't be as complete of a washing as he would have liked, but he didn't need to aggravate his injury when it was already giving him a hard time.

Though there was one thing he could be glad about, and that was knowing that Kimbley was dead. It was strange to feel that way about someone's death, but seeing how the man shouldn't have been alive in the first place--

Then again, Hughes wasn't supposed to be, either.

It seemed terribly convenient that the other alchemist had lost his life right when Roy had been pinned with the task of having to kill him. He knew he shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, but it made for mixed feelings on the whole matter. He was glad he didn't have to get his hands dirty, but then that just made him feel like a coward. With a sigh, the colonel turned on the water and waited for it to get hot enough for his liking.

[broken-babylon.livejournal.com]

Subaru was generally inclined to leave people to their own devices in the showers--there were rules about public bathing, after all, and he was nothing if not polite and respectful. But someone clearly having difficulty was something he couldn't quite bring himself to ignore, despite the embarrassment that he might cause both of them by going over to the other man.

So, shyly, hesitantly, Subaru took the showerhead next to Roy's. Taking a deep breath, he asked as gently and inoffensively as he could, "Do you need any help, mister?"

[silent-shades.livejournal.com]

Rude was not one to socialize in the showers. Or ever, really. But especially not when naked. He wasn't shy about nudity, he just didn't see the point hanging around. Besides, it's not like he had a whole lot of hair. A shower was a practical thing. You got in, you got clean, you towel whipped your buddy and you got out.

So that's what he did. He wasn't wasting a whole shift fannying about with this stuff. He had research to do.

[silent-shades.livejournal.com]

[Going here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/418605.html?thread=34070061#t34070061)]

[clockmongler.livejournal.com]

[Taken. 8D]

Shower. This would be better. No new patients to interrupt him and his shower-time. Being naked in front of others did not bother him so (he was gorgeous and had no shame, so he'd no reason to blush) and he even found it amusing to see so many others not sharing this comfort. A body was a body--who was he to object when that was all he was?

But the thing he enjoyed about showers was being clean. So, after stripping down and finding a spot to be alone, Luxord began vigorously scrubbing his skin in an attempt to rip it off get it clean.

He dully noted in the middle of this that this was one of few times he had not found himself sedated in the shower. Huh.

[bond-off-lame.livejournal.com]

[Baaaaaw sorry it took so long. D8]

Meanwhile, it felt like ages since Axel last enjoyed a decent shower so it was no surprise that he was practically ripping his clothes off by the time he reached the dressing room, giving a nearby nurse his usual grin who in turn just shook her head at his antics. Unfortunately for him a majority of the showers were already occupied with at least one person, which meant he wouldn't be lucky enough to hog two or five to himself.

After a quick scan, he realized that everyone he knew was already chatting amongst other people, so in the end Axel shrugged and dived into the nearest stall, not realizing it was next to a certain Nobody until he glanced over at a neighbor.

"Nice weather we've been having," He began, not really minding that it was Luxord of all people. Hell, maybe Sir Bottle Blond would prove to be entertaining enough while he showered off the dirt and grime.

[godhood.livejournal.com]

Light had been at the institute for ten days now. During those ten days, he had made a very pointed effort not to mention either Kira or his own involvement in the case with anyone other than L and, in an entirely different context, Misa. The reasons behind this were fairly straightforward, at least in his mind, and since as far as he could tell L had shared this policy, he hadn't thought that it would become an issue for a very long time.

He'd been wrong. So. Very. Wrong.

Of course, he had expected that Matsuda, the fool, would be all too happy to discuss Kira in a public forum once he arrived, but for him to have not been the one to broach the subject-- that was unexpected. Alarming, too, when the instigator was making so little effort to be discreet about his-- or her, considering one of the posts he'd seen, but he wasn't about to trust it-- views. Didn't he (or she) have any sense at all? Even if he or she had come from a point in time in which being so vocal in his support was accepted, Light would have preferred gaining a supporter that was somewhat more discreet. He also would have preferred one that he could easily identify so that he could put an end to this madness before it got anymore out of hand than it already was, but in that respect, he was on his own.

He'd spent lunch in the Sun Room reading and rereading the posts on the bulletin in the hopes that it would help him find the person responsible before the shift ended and he'd been escorted off to the showers. The timing couldn't be anymore inconvenient, as far as he was concerned, but with the way he'd been behaving all day, he decided it would be better to go along with his nurse's wishes for now. While not as bad as L, having a member of the institute's staff hovering around and worrying about him was one of the last things he needed.

He showered quickly, not wanting to waste anymore time than he had already in a room where the person he was looking for most assuredly would not be. New arrivals would be in either the Sun Room or the courtyard, and given this person's track record concerning the bulletin, Light had a pretty good idea of where to start.

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[intoindra.livejournal.com]

((Free!))

Roland had to say, there was a lot to say about becoming a demon that made communal showers easier. Perhaps it was because sometimes he felt like a stranger in his own skin, perhaps it was just a healthy dose of self-confidence... added to the fact that hot showers had been a luxury before he'd met the Embryon, and Roland still didn't see why there were so many furtive glances.

Of course, had he been a little more hungry, he'd have been more inclined to be tempted by all of the defenseless flesh and less about what said meals were doing. Thankfully that wasn't a problem at all, so Roland was more sedate and amused than hungry. The man even hummed quietly under his breath as he turned on the hot water, starting the process of getting himself cleaned up... though he had to wince when that hot water hit the healing wound on his right shoulder. The scorpion venom hadn't been too bad, but there was still a puncture there. Hopefully that wouldn't reopen; if for no other reason than because he didn't want to deal with additional weakness just before night.

[rappigs.livejournal.com]

It was a luxury to sleep through lunch.

Back home, there was always someone telling Peony what to do and when to do it, announcing that it was time to go to the grand dining room and eat with.. what. Nordheim and Sesemann and whichever noble had been arranged for the evening? Sometimes he was allowed respite from it, but there was always, always a disapproving look from one of the cute maids, and he just couldn't say no to them. Of course, then he could spend lunch with his rappigs, which made up for it, but he never wanted to disappoint any lovely ladies.

But here he was free to skip breakfast and lunch if he wanted to. So today he napped in the Sun Room the entire time with great pleasure. He hadn't been particularly hungry, and he'd just felt dirty and sleepy and sore on his mutilated shoulder and ready for a nice nap.

So when the intercom announced shift change ("No funny stuff!") the emperor sprung up, feeling bright and ready to face the showers. The tan man stripped down, proudly prancing into the shower and turning on the showerhead right next to some guy who also had a tortured-looking shoulder. And he was humming!

"Hey, check it out! We totally match. Latest accessories, right?" Peony looked over at his shoulder as he amiably greeted the other guy, who seemed (marvelously) about his own age. Yeah, not that many old guys here in Landel's. Of course, that might mean that he was boring like most other men his age. But boring people didn't usually hum, did they?

[damnrudecock.livejournal.com]

[For Kenshin]

Sanosuke was actually smiling when he came into the showers. Today had been good so far, from breakfast all the way through lunch--which had been spent eating. Eating was good, even if there wasn't any company to go along with it. A hell of a lot better than not eating. And the company he had found was pretty damn great too. Maybe not so much Badou, who was entertaining if nothing else, but Yuffie had been a nice change of pace from everything being so serious and somber. Almost seemed a shame to bring the serious stuff like night shift into it.

But then again, she had wanted to show him her skills. What better opportunity?

He figured Kenshin would find him quickly enough, so Sanosuke set about washing himself. The western baths--showers, or so Pinky called them--were still pretty weird in Sano's mind. A good soak would've felt worlds better, but at least being able to get clean was nice. Even if he was just going to turn around and get dirty again that night.

[degozaruyo.livejournal.com]

Lunch with "the Doctor" had been...odd, but it had been pleasant enough. The tall, lanky man was quirky at best and downright bizarre at worst, and the rurouni couldn't help but wonder who, exactly, this "Doctor" really was.

Ah, well. It wasn't his business to pry. If the Doctor wanted to be quirky, bizarre, and mysterious, that was his prerogative. After all, Kenshin himself was hardly the most forthcoming person on the planet when it came to his own past.

At any rate, it would be nice to get to the showers and wash off several days of accumulated grime. They were just going to turn around and get dirty again, but at least he would feel clean for a few blissful hours. He was used to bathing much more frequently.

Life at the Kamiya Dojo had spoiled him, he decided. And he didn't care in the slightest.

Kenshin spotted Sano right away and went to stand at the shower head next to him. His friend needed to know about Homura and the possible danger that their "truce" with the two Wolves of Mibu was in, and he'd have to learn before Nightshift began. There wasn't any time to waste.

"Homura was taken for experimentation last night," the rurouni began without preamble. "They somehow erased hundreds of years worth of his memories. He no longer has any recollection of this place, or of the position of 'War Prince of Heaven' that he apparently used to hold."

[zeus-incarnate.livejournal.com]

Having been in the army, Marcus wasn't bothered by the communal showers. However, that didn't mean he wanted to stay in them any longer than necessary, especially with the bruises he discovered all over his body from the night before.

Touching them didn't cause much pain, but they were very unsightly. He hastily cleaned himself off, the last thing he wanted to do was get cornered in the showers by Stefan, and he wanted to make sure he was out in the sun room where new patients, potentially heroes, could find him.

The nurse didn't seem to particularly approve of his quick showering, but thankfully she didn't make him go back and wash again when he was ready to leave.

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[prisonerofdeath.livejournal.com]

Despite the fact that he was walking now, Fox wasn't interested in remaining on his feet for too long. Particularly with the thing that had recently been placed on his back. While he hadn't had a good look at it yet he was sure the scar was very visible, and it was possible that some of the device could even be seen.

Fox made a quick and half-hearted attempt at cleaning himself, since moving in certain ways was more painful on his back than he felt it was worth to be clean. After he'd washed his hair and rinsed off, Fox dressed once again and limped his way out of the showers.

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