[ 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

[calhar]

[ It's plenty, but it's a completely fair assessment. The part of Mat's mind that's keen on tactics and planning and warfare registers agreement, though it's a part of his mind that's very deliberately (if inefficiently) muffled.

He slants a look towards the pool, thoughts wandering back towards what little information they've got. The corpses are included in that, which is making the idea of slipping into said pool less appealing by the second. ]

The whole bloody thing's a bit much. If it was our so-called enemies that killed the poor fools, at least then we've still only got the one set of murderers to ferret out.

[ If they've fallen into some straight-up political intrigue outside of their already convoluted mission, he's out. ]

[justttkidding]

[ If they've fallen into some political intrigue on top of their mission, he's even more interested. But the grand game is sort of his favorite thing to deal with. ]

Somehow I doubt it would be so simple. There seems to be some machinations beyond what our enemy presents. Though, it would be neat of them if it were all related, hm?

[ Like a puzzle fitting together. ]

At any rate, please don't let me keep you from your relaxation.

[ November gestures to the sauna, which. Even if people died here, he's not bothered, as evidenced by his stepping towards and then into the pool itself. ]

[calhar]

Oh, very neat.

[ The prospect of an espionage puzzle clearly appeals less to Mat, though his answer's more dubious than outright dismissive. Mat only debates the sauna for another moment before he follows, his desire for a good soak apparently stronger than his paranoia.

The knives are left in a pile with the rest of his clothes, minus the black scarf that stays on his neck. There isn't much deliberation in that choice; it's just habit, keeping it on. This is hardly the first time it's been the only thing he's wearing. He takes a seat near the edge, eyes tracking one of the luminous fish as it swims past. ]

If we're to be mixed up in their intrigues, I'll bloody well take advantage of their baths. It's the least they owe us.

[ If the whole concept of palace (or airship, as it were) baths has been slightly mixed up with the idea of being kept by a queen, so be it. He'd had an easy enough time treating the small luxuries as his well-deserved win then, too. ]

[justttkidding]

[ At Mat's sarcasm, he laughs, the sound warmer than his mind will ever be. November settles onto one of the carved in seats, sinks into the water to his chin. The heat of the water seeps in and it's a welcome feeling. Lazily, he watches as Mat comes in and he quirks an eyebrow at the continuing appearance of the scarf. ]

Admittedly, it's a nice advantage.

[ And because he can't keep his curiosity to himself: ]

Worried your neck will get cold?

[calhar]

[ Definitely nice, though he'd like it even better with a drink in his hand. He's genuinely debating finding one when that curiosity pulls at the connection, then the question itself. Mat's outward response is flat, unimpressed; underneath that, there's a twinge of embarrassment. ]

I wear it for luck. Very superstitious, us Emond's Field folk.

[ Doesn't take mind reading to know he's lying, though it's clear he doesn't care if it's convincing. ]

I'm sure you've got a few strange traditions wherever you came from.

[justttkidding]

[ How curious. How curious indeed. November itches to know the real reasoning– a trait left over from his pre-contractor days. Or maybe it's just something that spy training has drilled into him. So much so that it's part of his personality now. A constant curiosity, a questioning of what's happening around him and to other people. ]

It must be very lucky.

[ Then again, he knows when not to push. And when to bide his time for an answer. ]

You're right. We have a queen where I'm from; she has several little dogs. We have to bow to her and her little four legged friends.