[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]

[Potemkin stands in place stroking his chin in meditation, a contrasting figure to the residual waves running along his abs.]

If only I hadn't left my gloves, then I could have tried that myself. Alas.

[herplaceinthesun]

Aisha could have helped, but I left my bracelets too.

[She finds herself shifting, trying to figure out a comfortable position for him. They are two different sizes, so it isn't really working. But it's an attempt.]

They never seem to get it quite right with these places.

[burlyheart]

[He's not bothered, in fact he's a little appreciative of the gesture, even if it's fruitless.]

Aisha? My name is Potemkin.

[herplaceinthesun]

That'd be me! It's a pleasure, Potemkin.

[She looks around for an extra cup, and pours some of her sake into it. Then she offers it to him, a balm for not being able to sit as he pleased. He's taking it much better than she would.]

This is pretty good stuff, I got it at a shop before I came here.

[burlyheart]

Such generosity! You are a kind woman, Ms. Aisha.

[Potemkin takes the cup out of her hand. It's like pinching a contact lens, but he handles it surprisingly gracefully.]

[herplaceinthesun]

Well, you gotta relax some way, right?

[She has plenty. Raising her glass to him, she tips it back and drinks her fill.]

This is as good a way as any.

[burlyheart]

[Potemkin takes a sip. Immediately he feels how strong it is, but he can handle it. With appreciation, even.]

I know that very well. I can't count the number of times I've drank together with the men I've worked with, like to celebrate being alive at all.

[He's a little poetic, to use that description for "I got drunk with some bros."]