bathhouse investigation/chill hangout

[schardynfreude]

[The bathhouse just feels right to him, more than a modern shower or bathtub, though he can hardly say why. Except, perhaps, that it feels absolutely amazing. He isn't shy at all about stripping down to nothing, all lean and toned muscles, his Executor symbol all but branded in the center of his torso, and taking a dip into water that is positively divine. Just the right temperature, not too hot nor lukewarm, to ease any aches and just to relax. The scent is lightly floral, nothing overpowering, merely reminiscent of a gentle breeze through a field of flowers.

If any of his fellow men or non-/agendered folk arrive, he remains relaxed and raises a hand in greeting.]

Oh, this is just marvelous; do join me. I promise the water is more than fine.

[And if, gods forbid, any of the women or distinctly underage of his fellows arrive, he will sink lower into the water and, embarrassed, attempt to direct them to the other side of the bathhouse.

The curious thing is the lack of staff, for one. Not even Specters? Who or what keeps the water heated to perfection? Who does the washing of towels? And yet, when he closes his eyes, relaxing, and considers something idly he might want--drat, he didn't pick up any shampoo, for instance--then there it is when he opens his eyes again, sitting nearby. A fine soap, some tremendously fluffy towels in a deep scarlet shade, a bottle and half-full glass of red wine.

That last one was mostly an idle experiment, but there it sits. His brows furrow as he sips it (oh, and he quite likes it), and goes further. He'll see if there's some kind of limit on what his thoughts procure, or if things perhaps start to go awry like in the conbini.

He may just have to explore the rest of the building, but not until after he's thoroughly washed and dried (and toweled if not clothed again).]

Comments

[schardynfreude]

Well...I haven't wished, as such, for anything too extravagant or outlandish...yet. But... [He motions to the wine and snacks.] These weren't here before until I started to think such things.

You're free to share in a drink and a nibble with me as well.

[crypddyd]

Hmmm, what a strange place- I haven't seen that happen anywhere else, so it must be unique to the bath. Though... I will certainly take that offer.

[He slides over so he can reach the cheese, making a delighted sound at the taste- man it sure would suck if he lost his sense of taste later on or something like that hahaha]

[schardynfreude]

[haha how crazy would that be] It must be, though I do have to wonder... I'm loath to ask for too terribly much. [That won't necessarily stop him, but like, he is sometimes a simple man, okay.

And either way, he chuckles lightly at Lion's delight.] I take it you approve of my luxurious choices so far.

[crypddyd]

I do...I can't recall yet what things I enjoy, but I certainly enjoy this.

Oh, hm... would you mind if I...?

[He gestures to his eye patch. The water isn't good for it, but he knows it's not pretty to look at either]

[schardynfreude]

Not at all. This is a place of relaxation and cleanliness. I promise you that whatever is under there will not bother me save for the fact that I would wish I could heal you of what ails you.

[And he means it, but obviously he's not healing something like that. He pours out more wine.]

I had only wanted something to drink myself, and this appeared. I seem to like it quite a bit. It's a bit...indulgent, but if the bathhouse provides...

[crypddyd]

Medic already tried, but the thought is appreciated.

[He slides it off, and in the brief moment before he turns away again it's clear the eye itself is missing, thanks to the slight concave of his lid. And the skin around it is scarred... in a way that suggested intent, not some accident or beast attack.]

Perhaps the place has some kind of insight into our likes?