[ 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. ]

Comments

adds another to butt smacking

[sizeofyourbaggage]

[ Sam is currently part of team towel, but only because he's just stepping out of the privacy rooms with the towel wrapped loosely around his waist, heading for the water.

He's got very little shame, and he doesn't even bat an eye when someone calls a greeting to him. There's already a smile as he turns to return it - it's hard to be in a bad mood in a place like this - but his grin widens as he sees the guy twisting up his towel.

Sam recognizes him only because he's seen glimpses in Elena's mind, knows he's one of her broodmates - one she seems to like, which is a point in his favor - but the laughter and amusement spilling out from his side of the mental link would be there anyway.

It's been a while since Sam was a part of locker room shenanigans like this, and there's not really a towel within easy reach aside from the one he's wearing, but he jumps on the challenge anyway. ]

You sure you wanna start this, brother?

begineth the butt smackening

[gunlock]

[now, that's the spirit.]

I mean, if I wasn't sure I wouldn't have even thought of this to begin with, right? I know what I'm about.

[stops coiling the towel, it tense enough]

[your move, sam]

i'm 100% okay with prompto landing a hit whenever you want btw, go for it

[sizeofyourbaggage]

Uh-huh, you say that now.

[ He says, despite the fact that he's eyeing that towel warily. There's still a grin on his face as he circles around the guy, trying to get closer to him without leaving himself vulnerable. ]

You gotta catch me first.

just don't kill him

[gunlock]

I'll have you know,

[he starts, dramatically, looking smug for a second before breaking out into a more playful smile] that I'm one of the quickest shots in all of Eos.

[bullshit? truth? also, choose your fucking words, prompto]

Y'wanna bet on something?

does tackling him into the water count as killing because if so

[sizeofyourbaggage]

[ Sam laughs, at both the dramatic start and the words that follow, little sparks of an almost fond sense of entertainment flowing over the mental link. ]

Should've said best shot, man, that sounds a hell of a lot better. Hell yeah, what're we betting?

you know what to do

[gunlock]

[argh] Public speakin' was never my forte. You can ask Noct.

[he just assumes everyone knows noctis. because why would anyone not want to be friends/be acquainted with the best person in the whole wide world, noctis lucis caelum??]

[preposterous]

Dunno what's there to bet here. Don't even got gil to offer. How 'bout a favor for a rainy day?

be prepared prompto

[sizeofyourbaggage]

So he’s the one I should go to when I need to know what kind of favor to request of you? Sounds good.

[ Sam does know him, actually - though admittedly he knows two of his broodmates better - but he’ll absolutely go knocking on Noctis’ brain to get the goods.

And he’s just gonna immediately make a break for it, moving in closer to try to grab an extra towel. ]