[Open] It's getting hot in here

[showsnopiety]

Who: Caren and anyone visiting the hot springs!
When: Post dungeon, could be right after fail/success, could be days after
Where: Hot Springs of course
What: There's a hot springs, so now there's a hot springs episode.
Rating: Could be a p-13 and beyond because some people are only wearing towels in this place.





[Win or fail, everyone needed a reason and a way to relax. With the fall of the towers, there was all sorts of good things to come from it. Some would say it was the birds; and others would say it was the hot springs.

The large, large pools of heated water. Sure, they could be used as a way to get all steamed up (or even steam punk) but after all that hard work, everyone deserves a break!

Bring your swimsuits, your towels, your drinks and snacks-who knows, you should be able to find them in the bazaars, or even on Airy. It's time to soak in the heat!]

Comments

[burlyheart]

[It takes a lot of reactive force to make Potemkin turn his head. The strands of hair are light and delicate enough to not pull hard enough, even as they wrap themselves around his arms (which naturally are being held a fair out off his sides, as one does in a pool.)

So by the time Potemkin tries to move forward and finds a non-insignificant amount of resistance, it's far too late. When Potemkin looks around in confusion and finds his arms ensnared, his instinct is to try and outpace the beast. That won't end well.]

[sunderings]

[ And lo, the calamity begins with a slow draw, the King's tresses pulled taunt as the soldier which they've ensnared seeks not to free himself, but simply move forward, wading on through the hot spring. Naturally, the tension of Potemkin's creation sees Sion's majestic locks wound all the more tightly about their prey, and as the the man continues in his endeavor to outpace the coils of hair, he...!

Drags Sion himself from the edge of the spring, and for the very first time, the King is bemused in Potemkin's presence, making a rather undignified soft noise as surprise as he finds himself tugged through the water, now resoundingly awake.

What's happened here.

At the very least, he recognizes his roommate. ]

Potemkin—!

[burlyheart]

[His senses gradually coming back to him from the panic of escaping the hot springs monster, Potemkin realizes that it is attached to someone, and who. Recognizing that voice, he stops, and turns his head backward to see that he's dragged the poor man by the head.]

Sion!

[Potemkin calls out like he's shocked to see him and not like he's the one to have to carried him out to begin with. He remains useless at untangling himself, the forward momentum only bringing them closer to an imminent crash.]

[sunderings]

[ It is the impending doom of a collision which looms over the soldier, the King, slow-approaching and unavoidable both. Even if Sion were to put forth his best, his mightiest effort, he could never hope to contest the pull on his hair built by Potemkin's momentum, the man's raw strength, and so he can only embrace this truth: wherever it is a man's hair goes, he goes too.

In this case, he goes forward, and rather than allow for himself to be slowly reeled in by what seems to be Potemkin's own gravitational pull, Sion swims, bridging the distance between himself and the other man with an effortless glide through the water to...! Clutch to one of Potemkin's arms, his golden eyes fixed upon the strands of hair which have formed manacles about the man.

Truly, this is a mess. ]

Can you not untangle yourself, Potemkin?

[burlyheart]

Hrrmmph.

[One could praise him for being able to keeping a strong face, but it's more like it's been frozen in a catatonic mess, it just happens to conveniently look like his usual expression. He's not willing to move anything, in fear that it'll make things worse. Again.]