Day 51: Men's Showers [Second Shift]

[lawful_perfect]

Bah. So much for yet another suggestion of von Karma's. Such priorities this Institute had. They would implement a foolish suggestion to introduce origami lessons and to offer sewing supplies to select patients, yet refused to allow them to cleanse themselves more often than twice a week -- and, of course, without any additional privacy? How many more of his reasonable suggestions would the Head Lunatic make a point of ignoring?

von Karma scoffed, shaking his head as he entered the shower facility. Fortunately, it appeared that he was the first one in here. As soon as the announcement over the intercom had blared out signaling the shift change, von Karma had been quick to excuse himself from his conversation with Naraku to promptly head for the showers. It had been bad enough last time that there were already three men in the showers by the time he arrived. This time, he would make certain that he would be the first one there.

Without wasting a single second, he disrobed, meticulously washed off the grime from the past several days, dried himself, then got dressed. All within a perfect three minutes, zero seconds, before anyone else had a chance to enter. He would have preferred a much longer time to devote to hygiene, but he didn't want to risk any needless immodesty in front of anyone.

Now finished, he exited the restroom and entered the Sun Room.

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[voodooanonymous.livejournal.com]

Ah yes, that did bring a smile back to his face - surprising and killing the wench while still supposedly friendly and helpless was a happy memory. And how many times had he made reference to that the night before last? It seemed the last horse had crossed the finish line.

"Well, she is a professional, I'm sure she'll be able to get past that for the good of us all. Anyway, I'm not sure where you expect to do your - snuggling. Do you even know what room she's in?"

Despite his distaste for the subject, LeChuck tried to sound disinterested and doubtful in his question. He didn't really care if Guybrush planned to meet Elaine at his room or hers, but if the boy was stupid enough, and assuming he did know where his own so-called wife was sleeping - or at least waking up - he might let it slip. And LeChuck knew full well just how stupid Guybrush Threepwood could be.

[threepwood]

Guybrush laughed flippantly. "Do I even know what room she's in... Of course I... know... huh." His eyes shifted uncomfortably from side to side as his voice trailed off, his mind catching up with his mouth.

Oh yeah, he didn't know what room she was in- that was why he'd spent the night before running as fast as possible to Javert's room and back, only to run straight into Remy. He looked at the deep scratches on the back of his own calf- Remy was probably in worse condition.

"Okay, so maybe I don't know what room she's in," he said, filing away that mental note to check up on Remy after he'd found Elaine and demanded her room number. "I'll bet you don't either. I'll find out later, when I'm not bathing in the most uncomfortable conditions ever. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to get past this. You should probably make some new friends. Ones who won't picture you naked while you're making death threats at them."

[voodooanonymous.livejournal.com]

LeChuck sighed as he continued to shampoo his mane. Of course, while his gullibility was reliable, so was Guybrush's incompetence.

"Aren't you supposed to be her husband? Or, husband-to-be?" Unless I have anythin' te say about it, o' course. "And honestly, it sounds like you're the one with the problem. It's not like I'm going to picture you naked the next time I try to kill you." He opened one eye to take a sideways glance at his betoweled adversary. "...unless I need a good laugh."

[threepwood]

"Hey, I am her husband," Guybrush snapped defensively with a wave of his shampoo-covered hook. He wasn't sure how LeChuck managed to be even worse as a flesh-and-blood man than as any of his other forms, but he made it look easy. Yes, he was human. Yes, he had a great beard. One thing was for sure, though: he was not getting Elaine and ruining the future in one fell swoop.

"Well, not exactly for this Elaine, but she is going to marry me eventually," Guybrush added confidently, turning off the water and taking hold of the drenched towel hanging at his waist. "You'll see- I'm going to find out her room number, show up there tonight, sweep her off her feet, and give her a healthy reminder of why she fell in love with a mighty pirate like me in the first place."