[ OPEN ] Hot Springs Episode!

[shri]

CHARACTERS: EVERYONE
WHERE: The Second Flight
WHEN: DAY :022
SUMMARY: The Sauna!
WARNINGS: Nekkid times.

[ A few hours after the murder, she hasn't blown the ship up, and here they are. Another knock knock on everyone's brain: ]

( For those of you that are interested - I have secured us a place at the Sauna. Free for us to be use without interruption from outsiders.

You are to be clean before you come in. )

[ Maybe you're here because she bullied you, maybe you want to soak - maybe you're the poor bastard that is standing guard at the door. Either way, welcome to the Suana, have fun. Or don't. ]

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[huntsmachines]

[ Aloy has been soaking for a good long while, enjoying the freedom and the feeling of warm water. As she finally stands, water beading down tanned skin, a small clay bowl begins to lazily bob past her. She blinks and reaches out to grab it on instinct--that shouldn't be there! Her usual braided here is all undone, a sodden mass of red that clings to her shoulders and back. Looking up, Aloy catches Lakshmi's eye as she's asked to grab the damned thing and grins, waving her catch in the air. ]

I have it!

[ Wading over to the steps, she emerges from the pool with the same casual immodesty which she has displayed in her whole time here. She pauses briefly to snatch up a towel to drape around her neck and circles back to Lakshmi. She crouches, the lines of scars tracing along her skin, and finally offers the bowl back. ]

Here. Is it alright if I join you?

[shri]

[ She doesn't lift her head particularly far, as the bowl is brought back by Aloy. She picks it up, and in the same manner that she has done in off beat rhythm, tips it over her hair. Letting it run the length, turning it shining-dark smooth. Falling into the water again. ]

Of course. As long as you wish.

[ Everyone else can do the moving, she doesn't feel like lifting a finger. ]

[huntsmachines]

[ Aloy smiles and lazily sprawls out next to Lakshmi to enjoy the steam and heat the sheer relaxation of this luxury. Towl half-draped over her form, she rests her head on crossed hands watches Lakshmi with attentive eyes, following her slow movements as she fills and empties the bowl. ]

This was a good idea.