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Open-ish thread: Naked people

Who: Anyone and everyone at RED that has some hygiene.
Where: The showers
When: July 17th, after battle
What: Naked people time ((because Hurr and Sabriel wanted to)).

As soon as the ceasefire bell rang, Joan dragged his feet as he walked into the locker room, stripping off his sweaty and dirty uniform, grabbing his towel and a change of clothes as he walked to the communal showers.

He sighed, pleased; he was the first one to arrive, and he still had the privilege to choose which showerhead he wanted.
He stripped, hung his towel, and picked the shower near the far corner.

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And then, in a few moments, in strode a Pyro. She hadn't noticed anyone else in the showers yet, and she quickly shucked off the large red towel around her body to position herself underneath the closest showerhead.

"Jesus, what a day.." she mumbled to herself as she rested her head against the tiles, and reached for the shower knob.

Joan glanced at the Pyro coming in, his shoulders stiffening as his ears suddenly turned red before he hastily looked away, resolute to stare at his corner of tiles.

She closed her eyes, shivering as the water ran over her, drowning out most of the noise.

"Can this get any colder?" she asked, somewhat non-plussed, to no one in particular - or so she had thought.

Joan resolutely stared at his corner of the communal shower,standing stiffly under his showerhead's drizzle, and whatever coherent response to E's question was drowned out.
"Mnghnrrmml."

Okay, better try again.

"Not really," Joan kept his eyes shut as he poured himself a dab of shampoo on his head, "but I think it's welcome in this fuckin' weather."

She had already began to lather herself with soap when her eyes snapped open at the sudden sound.

E didn't move.

"You, uh." She cleared her throat.

"Yeah," she finished lamely. Oh, hell.

She tried levity.

"Uh, come here often?"

...It wasn't her best.

Joan kept his eyes squeezed shut--if anyone would've asked, he would've said something about soap in his eyes rather than mentionning his embarrassment--and quietly covered his groin with both hands.

"Uh. Yeah."
He cleared his throat. "Pretty often too. Mostly try to be done before anyone comes in, though."

Yep, he was going to quietly and blindly fumble with everything, from now on.

"Yeah, hah. Uh. Same."

Well, this was just silly.

"Look, uh- I'm not about to kick you out, but I don't want to leave either. Uh."

She paused for a moment to collect her thoughts.

"How about I look over here, you look over there, and if one of us finishes before the other, we let the other know and don't look? It's a gentleman's agreement."

A pause.

"Of sorts."

The Engineer strolled in next, whistling and looking cheerfully oblivious as he peeled off his clothes and tossed them into the usual disorderly pile. In a moment, he'd rounded the corner, towel over his shoulder and a grin growing on his face as he took in Pyro's unclothed form.

Not proper shower etiquette at all, he knew, but she WAS the only eligible woman on the team. And besides, those were some real interesting tattoos.

"Afternoon, folks!" he called out, tossing his towel onto a hook and strolling to occupy the faucet between Joan and E. The two had seemed to be having a conversation when he came in. Oh well.

"Say, I owe you a thank you f'r earlier," he added to the Pyro as he turned the dial. The cold water pummeling his scalp forced him to yelp a bit before continuing. "S'a nice save. Couple saves, really."

She could have bashed her head into the tile. In fact, it was starting to look pretty inviting at this point. Instead, her jaw firmed as she continued to lather herself. If this was uncomfortable, she wasn't going to show it.

"Yeah, hi Sid."

Damnit, why did Sid have to be so close? There were other spaces open, the little midget bastard. Well, she did smile at his yelp.

"Don't worry about it, man," she said as she turned away from him, twisting to reach her back.

"Just doing my job."

He smiled, feeling the water warm slightly. "Still, I 'preciate it. Nice t'have a hand around here."

Seeing her struggle, he added, "Uh, 'n speakin' of -- c'n I offer you one, or...?"

Joan nodded. "Makes sense to me," he mumbled, "and I should be done s--"
Whatever he had was drowned by Sid's cheerful greeting, and for a moment he wondered if he should feel grateful for the sudden change of conversation, or downright irritated for his lack of shower etiquette.
At least the Engineer knew better than looking him up, but he felt s bit sorry for E--until Sid offered to help her.
He looked over his shoulder--sorry E--and frowned at Sid's lack of tact.

"She's naked and taking her shower, Sid. I dunno, but if I were her I wouldn't want to be stared at and touched."

Sid frowned. Of course he had to be here. What a disappointment. "I wasn' meanin' it in a weird way or nothin'," he parried, reaching for the shampoo. "Jus' thought I'd offer, 's all."

With another quick sidelong glance, he offered a, "Sorry, Em."

"Agreed," she said with a small frown.
"I can handle it, man."

She turned, making a point not to look at either of them, pressed her back against the wall, and continued to scrub.

"You're dirty enough as it is, man, I don't need anything else compounded."

Guess the double entendre, win a prize! It didn't help that her face was about as red as her uniform at this point, but if pressed, she would blame the steam from the water.

"As if being surrounded by naked guys isn't weird enough already..."

Joan hastily turned back to his spot as soon as Sid apologized to E, lathering himself hastily, intent on leaving this awkward atmosphere--
he couldn't help a snort at the double entendre, letting out a small chuckle as he rinsed his hair.

That made him flinch a bit, and he turned to put his back to the wall instead, focusing on working up a lather. Well, if they wanted awkward quiet in here, let 'em have it. He'd apologized already as it was.

A few moments later, he began whistling under his breath again, unable to stand the silence. They ought to install a radio in here, he thought.

...Alright, E may have chuckled a bit at Joan's words. That did help ease the situation, at least a little.

She started to rinse herself off, and reached over to the bench to grab her shampoo when she heard that whistling. Say..

"...kinda sounds familiar." She stepped underneath the showerhead proper again, wetting her hair.
"That song, I mean."

Oh, so now she got to break shower etiquette? Sid's temper flared a little, but he huffed and tried to keep it under control. "Guy Mitchell," he offered, running a hand through his hair and rolling his neck to rinse the soap from it. "Heartaches by th'Number."

He was tempted to leave it at that, given the reception he'd been given a few moments ago, but couldn't help adding, "Wouldn't've figured he w's much your style. More've a rock 'n roll gal, ain't it?"

Huh. No wonder why that tune was familiar. He used to hear it a lot back home, his father loved it.

Joan quietly minded his business, intent on not adding anything to the conversation; he and Sid tended to rub each other the wrong way, half the time--

"It did big in the billboards, 'f I remember well," he blurted out.

Way to go, Joan, what amazing talent you got at keeping to yourself.

She rolled her eyes.
"Don't get pissy at me, Tyrannosaurus Sid. I'm not the one looking for an excuse to touch dangly bits."

She lathered her head with soap, and after a moment of silence, spoke again.

"One of the girls was a fan. She'd wore that record out, man- yeah, Joan's right. Big hit, huh?"

Again, another snort from Joan. Heheh. Dangly bits.

"Yeah, it was a big thing ten years ago, I think," he added.

"Wasn' tryin' to touch anything," Sid muttered, biting his lip as he reached for the soap himself. For Christ's sake, he'd just wanted to relax after work like usual. Why the hell were all these people in here, anyway?

Joan quieted down, doing what they were all doing: washing up.
He cast a furtive glance at Sid, and when he thought no one was watching--why would they even watch him--he picked a small bottle of conditioner and began lathering his hair.

Manly shiny tangle-free hair doesn't come naturally, maggots.

Don't worry, Joan, E didn't notice. However, as she started to rinse her hair, she shook her head at Sid's demeanor. Somewhat annoyed, she turned-

damn, was he short!-

and slugged him in the arm.

"What the hell's gotten into you? That was a joke, man."

The fact that everyone involved here was naked didn't seem to quite matter at the moment.

"Sorry," he muttered again, still trying in vain to control himself. He wasn't sure what else he was supposed to say without incriminating himself more, so he continued to scrub away in silence, trying his best to avoid looking at her.

"...Fine, man," she said, shaking her head.

With a sigh, she ducked back underneath the showerhead and rinsed the rest of the soap off her head. After a moment, the water slowly dripped to a halt, and she padded to the bench, wrapping the towel around her once more.

Why did the damn air seem heavier, now?

The Engineer continued to wash, standing clumsily on one leg to wash the grime from between his toes. He didn't turn around, just braced himself against the wall. Well, at least he wasn't going to fuss about putting himself on display. She could look all she wanted, for all he cared.

Why did women have to make everything so complicated? he wondered, pressing his lips together and fighting to maintain his composure.

As far as E was concerned, the dope couldn't take a joke. It didn't matter that she might have overreacted a bit - when she tried to clear the air, he was still an ass about it. Well, let him be an ass.

Gathering her things in her hands, she slipped out of the shower room, looking - and feeling- rather awkward. From now on, she'd just wait until her usual showering time - three in the morning!

Edited 2011-07-17 08:35 (UTC)

Joan glanced quickly at E's direction as she left, before resuming his scrubbing as he let the conditioner work.
He was alone with Sid. Sid with a horrendously foul mood.

Okay, this is kinda awkward.

He let out a soft hum as he rinsed himself, anything to break the silence.

Sid just remained quiet, working the lather over his back and shoulders. He was braced for Joan to say something -- knowing him, the son of a bitch would probably gloat like no tomorrow. When the only thing from his corner was a low hum, he glanced over, surprised. The burly man hadn't even said a word.

He felt himself relax a little. Well. At least that was some consolation.

The Engineer wrung his washcloth out under the stream of water and rinsed himself off, not intending to bother Joan any longer than he had to. It wasn't long before he'd turned off the spigot and crossed to the towel rack. He mussed his hair down, shaking the last few droplets from it as he wrapped it around his middle.

"Sorry," he offered again to the Soldier. "Wasn' meanin' to ruin your shower."

"S'fine, t'was already awkward before you came in anyway."

Joan turned off the faucet. He was done,and he grabbed onto his soap and hair products and walked briskly to his towel, hastily covering his waist. Now that he and Sid were covered in (somewhat relative) modesty, he felt a tad more comfortable with opening his mouth.

Talking to someone you never really fancied getting intimate with while naked is somewhat unpleasant for the Soldier, thank you very much.

"I'm glad we ain't on friendlier terms, for once," he half-joked as he put on a fresh pair of underwear before taking off the towel.

Sid cracked a smile, not entirely sure what he meant by it and uncertain whether he wanted to find out. "Eh, s'never bothered me too bad. Used to it." He hung his washcloth up on the towel hooks to dry or mildew as it would, heading back to pick up his own shampoo. "Guess it's prolly harder when there's some kinna 'ttraction goin' on or somethin'."

Did Joan's ears turn pink? No they didn't...okay, they did. Just a little.
"Nah, not really," he retorted, "s'just a matter of knowing not to come onto other people in the showers, s'all. Common sense and tact, you know?"

He stiffened. Oh. Well, so much for that, then.

"I wasn' comin' onto her any more'n I us'ally do," he growled, replacing the cap on the bottle. "Thing that makes it awkward in here's when folks treat it like there's some kinda prohibition on breathin' 'cuz nobody's got clothes on."

The Engineer shot him a hard look. "'D think a Soldier'd understand that, but maybe th'rest've your unit's as tightassed as you are. What do I know."

He stalked out, not intending to give him a chance to reply.

Oh yeah, Joan was reddening now--for a different reason other than embarrassment--and by the time he figured out a reply Sid had walked out of the shower room.
The Soldier stormed after him, calling out into the hallway:

"I knew you southies are pretty special and all,but I didn't know you were retarded as soon as someone's naked, asshole!"

As soon as his yell was done echoing, he added, just to make sure he made his point: "Read a book about shower etiquette, provided you can read, Cupcake!"

...Okay, maybe that was a bit uncalled for.

Niklaus nearly walked into the door as the Soldier flung it open and yelled down the hall. The Medic just rolled his eyes with a sigh, not even having to peer past the door to see just who he was mouthing off at.
He would just wait with his hand in the pocket of his robe and his towel draped over his other arm and waited for a moment of silence before making his presence known.
"Are you qvite done?" He asked nonchalantly.

Joan was startled, eying Dok like he had just appeared out of nowhere.
Oh. Oh Shit. He heard what he had yelled.
The Soldier opened the door wider to let the Medic in.
"Yeah, I'm done," he said, walking back to his belongings and shoving his helmet on his head quickly,"I was dressing up before leaving."

He was still wearing nothing but his helmet and his underwear.

The Medic came around the door as it was held open for him, side-stepping past the Soldier in the narrow doorway toward usual space where everyone discarded their things.
"Really? You might vant to go back in, zen. You missed a spot." He said with his back now to him, putting his towel up on the nearest hook and then began undoing the belt of his robe,

((This way, Dok.)) (http://capthepoint.livejournal.com/148620.html?thread=1923468#t1923468)

Joan stepped back, blinking at Dok's back in confusion.
"Where?" he simply asked, almost readying himself to yank off his undergarments and go back under the spray...

"Your mouzh." He answered just as simply, wrapping the towel around his waist as he hung the robe up where it had just been and pushed the loafers he had worn in against the wall with his toes.

"...You weren't supposed to hear that."
What else could he say, really?
Joan sighed, yanking his pants on...before suddenly asking: "I'm not tightassed, am I?"

Congratulations Sid, that comment hit a spot somewhere.

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