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Day 41: Women's Showers (4th shift)

The idea of a shower was so pleasant that Sheena never once thought about the potential consequences such a setting could have. The ninja was Mizuho, so she was used to communal bathing settings, though she wasn't exactly the social type when it came to sharing a bathing facility. She certainly had nothing to be ashamed of and it wasn't like ~~Zelos~~ there was any guys around to try and peep on her. After the previous night, Sheena just wanted to be clean and scrub away the grime from her battles as if that would cleanse the lingering heaviness she still felt, both emotionally and as far as her mana went.

Being one of the first in the shower area, Sheena grabbed a towel and a washcloth before choosing a shower head to the side by the wall. Hot water cascaded down on her injured body, the showers making it impossible to hide the unsettling bruises that spread across her right side where her ribs were injured and the few angry red welts on her back from Raine's photon spell that contradicted the earlier misunderstanding a certain youkai had that they were light, as in minor, burns. They weren't bad by any means, but definitely not something to discount.

Her fist order of business, before she could really enjoy the warmth seeping into her skin, was to wash her exsphere. Thankfully, cleaning it just made it look like she was washing the area directly beneath her left breast and not a gem-like substance set into a metal crest on her skin. Even though she knew its current dormancy had to do with the field effecting everyone here, she didn't want to remove it. Which really sucked because after last night's adventures with a pond, she really wanted to clean underneath it. Oh well. Her hair was next, just as important. Sheena may not be a girly-girl, but she liked her hair being as soft as hair as thick as hers could get. Plus, pond. Cleaning the rest of her body was a quick process, once she was efficient at, despite the pain washing the injured areas brought her.

Now, Sheena could just enjoy the shower. This was normally the time she would have just left and found something to do in the Sun Room, but she wanted to indulge in the hot water and breathe in the steam. Knotted muscles slowly relaxed as she focused internally on her own mana and the way it felt - the barely lingering heaviness that had been slowly going away as the day progressed. What had Reinforce done to her? She wanted to know, but she didn't want to even acknowledge what had happened. Not ~~ever~~ yet, at least. She needed time.

Right hand against the wall to support herself, Sheena closed her eyes and let the water run over her body.

[strictly closed to the ~~molesting~~ youkai]

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Well, here it was. Eileen slowly undressed and stepped into the shower. She was stiff and sore and dirty, but she had to be quick. Get in, get clean, get out. And don't let anyone get a chance to start asking her probing questions she didn't want to answer. Very, very few people knew anything about her previous ordeal and that was okay with her.

Glancing over her shoulder - she hated that her back faced the main room - Eileen turned on a faucet and stepped beneath it. She reached over her shoulder and gingerly prodded her back, feeling to see how it was healing up. And it was healing. It was going to scar, and those numbers were going to be there forever, but at least they were perfectly normal cuts.

Well, normal enough that they'd heal properly and scar over. They weren't strange, un-healing wounds or something like that. Which wouldn't have surprised Eileen in the least. They had been made my a monster.

But everything felt fine, and she figured the nurses would cause a fuss if anything wasn't. Satisfied, Eileen ducked her head under the spray and started to get clean.

[Free!]]

Not that she would ever admit to it, but taking the time to stay away from anyone and everyone she possibly could, save for a few moments at the bulletin board had been relaxing. It helped her focus her mind and revisit the things that needed to be accomplished. And flirt with Schuldig. The man was certainly captivating.

As humiliating as it was, Beatrix gave into the staff's insistence that they help her clean the area around her stitches. Thankfully, she didn't require the arm sling this day and breathing was certainly easier. Still, the Bride was not fit for further basement exploration. She needed at least another day before she was willing to push her body.

There was no need to linger in the showers any longer than necessary.

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As quiet as he'd been, Shikamaru had been pleasant to talk to. If Momo was honest with herself, she'd admit that sitting and talking about information things like that without bringing up her affiliation to Arts & Crafts or her status as shinigami was welcomed after she'd walked away from the group she'd been supporting since her second day at Landel's.

Standing under the water, Momo washed and thought. She'd changed so much since that night with Integra and Alucard. It seemed years away, as opposed to just weeks. She'd been so naive - so ignorant. She wasn't these things anymore. Now, she was alone and that's how it should be. If she was alone, and away from those she cared about, she wouldn't hurt them. She was death and last night had proved it to her. Broken and imagining things, such as Hitsugaya's reiatsu.

All she had left to do was deliver that flag to Artemis and she was done. Hopefully, the boy would respect Momo's decision and not argue with her. To be honest, she wasn't sure if Rangiku was going to announce her decision to leave the club.

[free - limit 1]

Miku had never been so happy to excuse herself from another person; her small feet practically didn't touch the floor as she hurried into the showers. Her clothing was quickly removed, but the sight of her body was somewhat frightening - the patches of skin where White Kimono's spears had connected were pale pink lines from every direction she could think of, from her ankles to her shoulders. Even with Landel's quick-healing, they were ugly. The bruises had made it worse, Miku knew, but they were gone now and it didn't hurt to breathe anymore.

Even the scars on her wrist had faded to white from the monster attack her first week there, and were hardly noticeable at all. Eventually, all of the scars would fade off, she was sure of it.

She pulled the hair elastic from her bun and shook out her long, brown hair, before ducking under the warm spray of water. Miku sighed and let her shoulders slump.

[For Mama Ran]

Rangiku was very tempted to just go to bed and sleep after last shift. She was tired and stressed and decidedly unhappy. Hitsugaya was back, that was one thing, but on the other hand, he was back here, as trapped as the rest of them. And then there was the problem with Hinamori-kun too. What she needed was to talk to the girl, find out what had happened, but Hinamori obviously didn't even want to talk to her.

But the showers were too much of a lure to ignore. She needed to get herself clean after too many days of not showering. She entered and immediately headed over to Miku, smiling at the girl. "Sorry I got dragged away, Miku-chan. What happened to you?" she added, frowning as she caught sight of the scars.

"It's okay, Rangiku-san, I know you have duties." Miku smiled through her decidedly sopping hair. She pushed it back and looked down at herself. "These are from the ghost. Ah. The one with the white kimono." Sousuke said she hadn't looked so bad, and Miku wanted to believe him. "I'm fine. I've had worse happen." Because really, comparing strangulation and near quartering to torture was perfectly normal.

At least they'd both had the same sort of creepy rope in common, Miku sighed and started to lather up her hair. "It happened days ago, and it really worried Sousuke... I think he was sure I was going to die." It had felt that way, laying on her bloodied sheets and trying to keep herself conscious. "Don't be mad at him, Rangiku-san. It was my fault." Sort of.

"Still, I wasn't expecting to get dragged away," she said. Hitsugaya though... it was good to see him again, even if it was here. She'd need to talk to Gin tonight though. She wanted his input on the club activities. She frowned when Miku mentioned the ghost. "It doesn't matter," she said firmly. "It still looks bad." Her expression hardened when she mentioned Sousuke. "He's supposed to protect you, Miku-chan," she said. "I suppose I can't expect him to fight ghosts but still... I hope he took care of you."

"He did! He was very worried," Miku jumped to Sousuke's defense immediately, not liking the look on Ran's face. "He was hurt pretty badly himself, but he took care of my wounds first. I can't remember much of that night, but, he definitely didn't think of himself first." He should have, though, as far as Miku was concerned.

The little photographer straightened her shoulders defiantly and kept washing her hair until the dark mass was full of bubbles.

Rangiku listened and then finally nodded reluctantly. "Well, I suppose I'll let him off in that case," she said, even if she didn't like that Miku had been hurt at all. As long as she liked him and he took care of her, then she supposed she could forgive him. "Sorry," she added after a moment, realising that she might have been a bit abrupt. "I worry about you, about lots of people. I don't want to see you get hurt."

Miku looked up at Rangiku from her crown of bubbles, "Thank you; I know you worry, and I'm glad you do. I'll do my best to keep out of harm's way, too. He suffers a lot when I get hurt, even if it isn't his fault." She knew there was no way for a regular person to fight a ghost like White Kimono. Ogata and Takamine-san had both learned the hard way, covered in Kirie's curse and killed shortly.

Rangiku smiled slightly and nodded. "I should be able to help more," she said, a little frustrated with her lack of power here. "If I had my full strength, I'd be able to cleanse the spirits and send them on so easily. Even they shouldn't be trapped in a place like this, letting their hatred eat away at them." It was worse when good spirits became Hollows for lack of care. The people they had been would never have wanted these things to happen.

"Don't think so hard about it. If we all had our abilities, we wouldn't be here. Besides," Miku touched the scar over her breast and ducked her head under the water, "maybe some of this was supposed to happen."

It was an odd thought, one that struck her as self-fulfilling prophecy. Miku scrubbed harder, until her skin was pink and her hair was was free of bubbles.

The shower facility was still pretty deserted by the time Yuffie reached it. She didn't mind either way; Wutai was a fan of communal bathing, and spending so much time wandering around in the wilderness - both on her own and with AVALANCHE - had kind of stomped on most of her inhibitions and left them lying in a closet somewhere. A closet adrift in the sea. Pulled along by a pair of Chocobos. Yuffie stepped under one of the shower heads, tilting her neck so that the hot water splashed down against her face.

Unlike most of the patients, she was unscathed. Faint nicks and scars were the only visible blemishes; old, long-healed battle wounds, barely noticeable to the untrained eye. She ran her fingers over her ribs, poked at her hips. Nope, she definitely hadn't blossomed into a glorious figure of womanhood overnight. If anything, she'd lost weight. At least her boobs couldn't get any smaller. If they did, they'd probably start growing backwards, and that was just -- yeah, weird. Even for her. Breathing deep in the warm, moist air, she started the first steps in a basic self-massage, starting from the top and working her way down. Relaxation first, then down to the business of scrubbing. She wanted to enjoy this.

[For Celes. Limit: IDEK?]

Despite her earlier levity with Dias and her relaxing lay-in, Celes felt a seed of doubt wriggling deep into her mind and taking root. She wasn't so naive to think that Luxord was a purely good person. Rarely were such people born and even Terra had blood on her hands, though she might not remember frying fifty of the best men in the army to crispy bits. She was quite certain his Organization hadn't been chocobo chicks and sunshine, as well.

So that the note had bothered her made Celes question just what she expected from the blond man. Certainly nothing like love, that was for fools and saps and people with less important things to worry about. She frowned as she removed her clothing and stepped into the wet air of the communal showers. It was like walking into a sponge, and for a woman by and large used to much less humid air, it was highly unpleasant.

Besides, she hated sponges.

Celes took the shower beside a small, dark girl she'd not met before and set her spray to hot, shuddering when the first spurt of cold hit the general in the face. "Gah!"

She'd just gotten down to her lower back when she noticed that somebody was approaching. Yuffie blithely ignored them, sighing deeply as she worked out the knots and felt the tension slipping away. It felt -- delicious, kind of like a slab of chocolate cake with whipped cream in the evening.

-- "Gah!"

"Wha--" Yuffie straightened, looking around quickly. Relaxed to alert in split seconds. "It's a good idea to wait for a few seconds before you hop right in," she said with a hint of laughter, one hand raised as though she'd been about to help out. She pulled the arm back, settling her hand habitually at her hip. The woman was tall, toned, blonde, and… kind of familiar, too.

"You would think I could remember that," Celes replied, pushing her wet hair from her face and away from her eyes. It took a few minutes to make sure it was acceptably wet, and she started to comb shampoo-slathered fingers through the dark gold mass.

"Celes Chere," she added by way of introduction, firmly scrubbing her hair until it was a mass of white bubbles.

Yuffie shrugged, and, after a moment, returned to what she'd been doing. "It's not like they let us shower all that often," she commented, working on her upper legs. "So if you're not used to the technology…" Oooh, stubborn knot. She worked at it for a second. "I guess it might be weird. D'you have this stuff back home?"

She glanced up, eyes obscured by a curtain of water-sodden black hair. "From the Cooking Club." Pushing her bangs out of the way - they flopped right back almost immediately - Yuffie offered a smile, finally managing one that wasn't at all forced. The shower really was doing the trick to mellow her out. "I'm Yuffie! Yuffie Kisaragi. Nice t'meetcha."

"One gets used to such things, where I am from," Celes replied, though she wrinkled her nose. "But it is rather nice to cull the dirt of battle and boredom off. We didn't have showers, but we did have large copper baths." One she would just about kill for right now, just so she could be up to her sockets in hot, soapy water. These shower heads couldn't do that, now could they?

"Yes, from the Cooking Club. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Kisaragi." Celes nodded her head and ducked it into the spray.

Massage done, it was time to get on with the soap n' bubbles. Yuffie straightened, began lathering her hair with shampoo. She squinted to keep the suds from dripping into her eyes. The humidity in the air meant that it was kind of like trying to breathe with a bag stuck over her face, but it was comfortingly familiar and the warmth soaked into her skin. "Y'wanna know what I think? I think they should install hot springs instead of all this crap. Or just -- anything, like those copper baths you mentioned just now. I'd kill for a good, long soak. With really hot water." She tipped her head forward to rinse her hair out. "Showers are mostly an Eastern thing where I come from, anyway."

And as much as she liked some things that came from the East, her preferences would almost always lay with Wutai. Always.

"You can just call me Yuffie," she commented, brightly. It still rang kind of false in her ears, but it was better than nothing. "If you want." Formalities were something she was used to receiving, given her position in Wutai and the W.R.O, but this was a casual situation and a casual conversation, and for a generally casual ninja… Yeah, she really didn't think it was necessary.

"Yuffie, then," Celes corrected herself as she came out from under the spray. She quickly began to lather herself up with the cheap soap provided. "I would just be happy if the soap didn't feel as if I'm peeling off a layer of skin," she chuckled. It was fairly harsh and not conducive for very clean lathers as far as she was concerned.

Ah, well. At least talking about the soap meant that she didn't have to wonder about Luxord's activities away from her. Celes wrinkled her nose and shook her head self-consciously.

Finally.

It was kind of absurd to be pleased about the lack of titles or honorifics, but a victory was a victory. Even a small one. She wasn't even sure why she cared about it so much. Lingering nostalgia for her pals, who wouldn't address her with 'miss' unless they were being painfully sarcastic? Not that she really did care about it a lot; on the General Scale of Interest, it pinged kinda low, at about the same level as, say, putting socks in the microwave.

Da Chao, why was it still so hard to be flippant.

"It's kind of like washing yourself with liquid sandpaper," she agreed, now smoothing conditioner through her mop of dark hair. Yuffie wasn't a girly-girl - she and femininity were distant acquaintances at best - but looking good and feeling good went hand in hand, right? Short as it was, she liked her hair. "Or maybe melted brick. But it could totally be worse; we could be stuck with crappy soap and co-ed showers, instead!"

Celes chuckled and rinsed the last of the soap from her body. "That would be worse, though... for all their talk, I don't think the adult males would stand much of a chance against angry women." 'Superior sex', her left breast. Certainly, there were shining examples of the male of the species, but for the most part, they were unreliable and easy to gather by the dozen.

She started to smooth conditioner into her long hair.

"No kidding!" Yuffie exclaimed, warming to the subject. She began spiking her hair randomly, ruffling it in different directions, combing slick fingers through to keep out potential tangles as she went. "I've met some decent guys here, but seriously, some of them really are just asking for it. One of these days, maybe they'll learn that skill counts for more than sex." She wrinkled her nose, still chocobo-izing her hair.

[Nekkid Ninja GET!]

It was shower time! The first one since coming to the institute, an absolutely disgusting fact to think about. They had to get cleaned up when they were put to sleep and had their wounds tended to by the mysterious staff though, otherwise this place would stink to high heaven. Another good evidence was Yukari not waking up covered in gore and ichor after her first night and her encounter with that abomination of hands and feet. So Yukari knew they had to be clean, to some extent.

But that didn't mean she felt clean.

So, as it was, Yukari had been looking forwards to shower times for the purposes of getting clean. No stranger to communal bathing, she didn't so much as hesitate to strip down, grab a towel and washcloth and head inside. So far, there were only a few others... and one of them was Sheena! Not only did she get to get clean, but now the added bonus of a chance to harass comfort the ninja, who wasn't looking to be in great shape.

Not that Yukari was one to talk, with several vivid bruises on her back and legs. Getting into a grappling match with Sheena was not something Yukari wanted to repeat any time soon. Well, at least not while the ninja was brainwashed.

Heading over, Yukari sat down under the shower head to the girl's left, seeing as her arm would otherwise block her view of Sheena's face. Taking some shampoo, the youkai started the long and arduous process of cleaning her hair.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked, a little more cheerfully than the question warranted. Was she still moping about last night?

"Nothing," she murmured, not opening her eyes. She knew the voice, of course, but the implications had not made it to her conscious mind just yet. "Just enjoying the hot water and doing some mana analysis."

Thankfully, the ninja's left arm hung down at an angle that blocked the small bit of her exsphere that might have been visible given where the youkai was sitting.

"Mana analysis? Is that what you ninjas call contemplating your navel?" said Yukari with a smirk. She reached over and playfully poked the ninja in the (uninjured) side. She had to admit though, the hot water did feel nice.

Augh, so much hair... where was Ran when she needed her?

"Hey! It's an internal process of metaphysically checking my mana well out," Sheena replied with a glare after she'd jumped just a little from the poke in her side. The ninja had to tell herself that she wasn't ticklish today. Maybe tomorrow, but not today, despite her reaction to the youkai.

She then saw Yukari's expression. No, not the smirk - the other one. With a sigh, the ninja turned to the youkai and, with a roll of her eyes, gathered some of the blonde hair. "This must take you forever to do," she muttered as she worked the suds into the strands.

"Mana-well... so is that what you ninja's call your navel?" she asked, grinning. She considered poking the girl there also, but when the ninja took up the massive blonde mess attached to the youkai's head, she decided not to antagonize the help.

"Mm, yeah, but usually I get Ran to do it, or I can cheat," she admitted, reaching over and getting a handful of suds in the ninja's hair. "I guess you have the advantage here," said the youkai, rubbing her head affectionately.

"And? So how's the mana well doing? Full of mana-lint?"

The color that sprung to the ninja's cheeks was surely because of the steam and nothing else. Then some of the subs slipped down Sheena's face.

"Argh!" With an annoyed look, she wiped them away and grumbled. "You know, I already washed my hair, Yukari. I didn't need to do it again." With an exasperated sigh, she moved to the next section of the youkai's hair.

"And no, it's not full of mana-lint." Though that was an oddly apt analogy to how her mana felt at the moment. "My mana just feels... weird. Maybe it's because I had full access to it last night along with my pacts. It's like I feel them there when I'm not looking for their presence, but the moment I focus on them, they're absent again." Her hands stopped as her mind drifted.

Yukari only laughed at Sheena's reactions, both of them.

"Like that thing you can just barely see out of the corner of your eye, but isn't there when you look?" asked Yukari, going back to her own hair. It was nice getting to wash it after having not done so for days. "Just so teasingly out of reach, huh?"

The youkai paused then, giving the contemplative ninja a look.

"Hey," she said, smirking and giving the ninja a poke in the ~~mana well~~ belly button. "Don't fall asleep. That's my job."

"Yeah... just like that..."

It was frustratingly depressing to have it so close but just not there. Maybe this is how it'd been the whole time, but she never realized it until she'd been granted them back. Maybe that's why she'd taken to the courtyard so much, that the variety of the elements in that single location made it possible for her to pick up on the state of her pacts more than before. Then again, maybe the summoner had simply convinced herself that they were gone before the people running this ranch had turned her evil. Sheena did have a tendency to defeat herself.

Stifling a tiny eep, Sheena jumped and backed out of Yukari's reach. "I'm not falling asleep. Just thinking," she replied with a scowl. She then furiously scrubbed the youkai's hair, somehow not managing to cause any pain given the precision of her fingers, before she dropped the mass and stepped back under her own shower head to wash the soap that had been unjustly deposited in her dark locks.

"I'm allowed to do that, you know," she muttered.

Ah, so much fun. She hadn't really noticed if Sheena was ticklish before, but she certainly was now.

"Oh, are you? It's a privilege you should exercise more often," she joked, rinsing some of the shampoo from her own hair. Ah, this was going to take a while also. "Ne? Sheena~♥"

Giving a giggle, she reached over and grabbed the ninja's side playfully, once on the soft part below her ribs, then again on them, just below her breast. Only... she felt she touched something that wasn't supposed to be there. Something round and hard.

This time the ninja could not stifle the eep at all, being as she was caught in the midst of rinsing her hair. In fact, she took in a mouthful of water as she jumped out of the youkai's reach. That fact that Yukari's hand had gotten dangerously close to Sheena's breast turned her face interesting colors and caused her to not even notice that Yukari had come into contact with the exphere.

"Y-Yukari!" Sheena sputtered, coughing the water out before she immediately grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her body, trying to cover up as fast as humanly possible. "Y-You damn youkai! Y-You're not allowed to touch without permission!"

Uh, did she just say that part about the permission out loud? Sheena backed away, but couldn't go more than a step before she remembered where she'd chosen her location. Walls. She was a little more trapped than she cared to be...

"Oh, does this mean I'm allowed to if I have permission?" she said with a wide grin, taking a step towards her. Yukari couldn't help but glance down at where she grabbed, curious as to what she'd felt, but now that the ninja was facing her and (failing to) back away, certain things were blocking her view. Returning her eyes to the ninja's face, she gave a chuckle and waggled her fingers suggestively at her.

What would something round and hard be doing stuck in her ninja?

"Y-No! You don't have permission!" Granted, the youkai had never sought to get premission, not that Yukari apparently felt the need to have it.

Sheena gulped as the youkai advanced and then drew her towel tighter about herself when she saw Yukari shift her gaze to parts of the ninja no longer seen. Her eyes were wide, her face bright red, and she really wanted to just bolt. In fact, her own gaze flickered past the youkai as she tried to see if she had an escape opening, pressing back against the wall to keep as much distance from the naked youkai. Why was she just now realizing that Yukari was naked?

Sheena had forgotten about the burns on her back until right then, hissing and half-closing her eyes as she arched her back away from the wall. Damn light magic. Damn naked youkai. Damn evil ranch.

Yukari grinned evilly, taking a step towards the hapless ninja. She did, however, move somewhat to the side, giving the ninja a route of escape, though one that would come very close to the very naked youkai.

"Oh, is that so?" she said, laughing darkly. Suggestive groping hand motions followed.

There. She had a path. It was narrow, but it was a means of escape. The only problem was Sheena would be open to another attempt by the youkai if she took it. Did she stay where she was and try to wait it out, try to talk Yukari into backing down? Or did she just let the youkai win and get herself out of there.

Fight or flight? Her two choices - base human instincts- despite the shudder that dark laugh sent straight down her spine, affecting her in a way she was certain Yukari could see. As much as she tried not to be, Sheena was very much an open book to someone perceptive enough.

Sheena bolted, giving the youkai the win, brushing quickly past the youkai. She met Yukari's eyes for that split second as she passed, her face quite red as she clutched the towel even tighter. She needed away - now. She'd deal with the youkai that night, when neither of them were naked anymore.

[fleeing to here] (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/626036.html?thread=52630900#t52630900)

Yukari let Sheena run by without trying anything, though she didn't move out of the way. She smirked at the ninja as she brushed past and ran off, giving a small laugh once the girl was out of sight.

That done, Yukari went back to washing off, her mind wandering back to that thing she'd felt. What was that? The presence of some kind of implant in the girl was ~~worrying~~ curious. Had perhaps Sheena been taken for experimentation at some point and not told Yukari? It seemed like the kind of thing she'd hide.

Fretting, Yukari finally finished washing and went to towel off. These kind of mysteries that had so little substance as to have no way to solve but just enough to bother the mind were so annoying. Perhaps she'd sleep on the problem.

Raine had never had a problem with showering before. Ever. She didn't mind baths, either, even though she was a little apprehensive about slipping and ending up over her head in water.

But now... well. Just the night before, she'd nearly drowned, and as soon as she reached to turn on a showerhead she hesitated, starting to feel very cold despite the steamy warmth of the room. It wasn't the same, it was impossible to drown in a shower, but the idea of letting water wash over her...

Frustrated and angry, partly because she knew she couldn't get away without showering if she liked it or not (and mentioning her hydrophobia would probably just make things worse), she nerved herself and turned on the water. It was hard to make herself step under the spray, but she did it. Her heart was pounding hard enough to upset her stomach, but she washed up as quickly as she could and then got out. Hopefully, by next week, she would be over this.

[[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/626036.html?thread=52654964#t52654964).]]

Showering was a humiliating exercise in patience, alternating between Mele holding onto the wall to remain upright while the nurse scrubbed at her body, and Mele scrubbing while the nurse held her up. The nurse, damn her evil schemes, didn't let Mele go until she deemed Mele clean, and only then was Mele led slowly back to the chair on wheels (as if she could run anywhere, Mele thought infuriatingly), and wheeled out to the Sun Room.

Normally, Harley had absolutely no problem with shower time. It was pretty much old hat by now. This time, though, she had to be super careful with her right arm so as to not peel the wrappings off or anything along with the shirt. It was starting to get worse the more the day went on. Warm water was not going to make this fun. Stupid robot. Stupid place that used robots.

She strolled herself into one of the available shower spaces and very carefully turned the shower thingies. Last time she was in here, she'd discovered the controls here were a lot more receptive than those in Arkham. So twisting the all the way was a bad idea here.

Offhandedly, she looked about the room as she cleaned up. You know, the showers were usually pretty empty when she came in. There weren't that many girlies in here, huh? That was usually the case, but it was kind of surprising to see just how few there were at times. Oh, well.

After she was done, her nurse insisted on changing the bandages. Urgh... Harley hated this stuff, but it sure wouldn't be the first time she sat through one of these. Burns were different from gashes, though. She'd be looking away for this one.

[out to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/625717.html?thread=52711733#t52711733)]

The idea of finally having a chance to clean herself up was quite welcome, even if these bathing facilities were rather...unexpected. Ayumu had had to be careful when undressing in order to hide the fact that she had a few items hidden beneath her clothing, but fortunately nobody had noticed.

She hesitated briefly to examine the controls for the water, watching the others in the room to see how they worked before attempting it for herself. Hot water that she didn't have to heat herself, available at the turn of a knob. The future certainly was an interesting place, wasn't it?

Once the water was at a comfortable temperature she stepped under the spray and began to wash, keeping an unobtrusive eye on the others present (especially that roommate of hers) as she did. The noise of the water made it difficult to listen in on the conversations around her, so she focused mostly on what she was doing, watching mostly out of habit.

_{[free, no limits]}

The only words she’d spared in hours had been for staff members--who, unfortunately, needed to be categorized apart from the humans dotting the prisoner population. Time in the courtyard and been quiet. Lunch had been quiet… at least when it came to Yomi being nice to others.

Quiet wasn’t really her style, in truth. After all, it was impossible to quiet the furor in her heart.

Getting cleaned up in the showers wasn’t something Yomi would have normally gone for, either. She barely noticed if there was anything to wash off. Sweat, maybe. Blood that was all her own. Nothing that would slow her down. Looking fresh and pretty when she did it could be amusing, but it wouldn’t help her kill. And it wouldn’t stop her from being hurt, Yomi thought with a thin smile, as she unwound the bandage from her forearm and threw it out. In the harsh light of the change room, she examined the area the spectre had torn into, pulling at the skin clinically. There was a little resistance; fading red flesh around sealed gashes that marked where teeth and claws had ripped flesh. Almost healed.

In another time, a flicker of self-consciousness would have made her hesitate to take that last step into the showers once she saw there was nothing stopping the women from getting an eyeful of each other, but that was then. Yomi gave up her uniform to her nurse without a fight and stalked inside, hips swaying without shame. Her long hair was in a tumble around her shoulders, and she swept it out behind her with her arms. Her bare skin pebbled at the touch of warm, wet air, nipples hardening. No scars to interrupt a horizon of smooth, creamy skin.

Yomi smiled a pleased smile and settled herself under a showerhead, standing calmly as the water washed over her, first blindingly cold, then warm, then hot.

Should she have expected this? Renamon had touched on the bulletin, she knew very well the day now, and yet, she found something in her to be surprised at the circumstances. A part of her remained resigned. Logic about her injuries failed to move the nurse in charge of the Digimon at the moment, and the women carefully took the bandages off the various areas, never showing a reaction at them. Renamon was then given a cloth and instructed be careful not to reopen the wounds. The nurse offered to assist her, but that was crossing a line that Renamon would not even consider. Her back was proud and straight when she walked in.

It was easy, almost, to ignore the sensations at first. She was single-mindedly focused in cleaning up the dried blood down her legs. The heavily bruising surrounding her torso, she only touched lightly upon, before moving to the next area. Her face, her hair... got only what it needed, and then was ignored. And then, her arm was only left.

It was a beacon of dual points--failure and incompetence. It was guilt in form, something deserved, some kind of punishment for the many mistakes she had made in her life. It was pain, a kind she wasn't used to, and it was blood, something new for her to bleed out. This was a righteous kind of retribution and--

Renamon was suddenly pulled back by her good wrist, the cloth ripped from her hand. She blinked a few times before she realized why the nurse was mad. Instead of doing what the woman said, she had scrubbed the severely burned flesh. A pool of blood trailed into the drain. Renamon watched it, suddenly wondering how she had got here.

There was talk about a pain medicine or a sedative, but Renamon wasn't really listening anymore.

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