[log] Rub-a-Dub-Dub [closed]

[rubikscomplex]

Characters: House, Ecks, Lutha, and Frisk
Location Building 188
Date: Day 172
Summary: There are too many people in a tiny bathroom, but there is a shower with working hot water!
Warnings: Cursing is very likely. House and Lutha are their own warnings.

[Only the bathroom remains of this apartment--a shower, attached tub, a sink, and a closet. It's cramped, but it's livable--and the hot water works!]

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[rubikscomplex]

A - Shower Power
[He probably should have waited until lockdown to actually try to shower, just to be on the safe side. But the cut from the courtyard still hurts a bit, and he aches all over from the cold. House orders Ecks to sit in the adjoining closet, triple-checks she has the door closed, and finally hangs the shower curtain he's acquired before undressing. He's found a bar of soap and another washcloth. His boots are set near the closet along with his pack, and the rest of his clothes are draped over the shower bar or lip of the tub.

If he were alone, he'd just soak for awhile. Things being as they are, though, he just turns on the hot water starts cleaning off the grime. This is probably his first proper shower in four months, and it feels amazing. Enough so that he even starts singing quietly.

The small bathroom warms with the steam and becomes misty.]


B - Leave the Wet Cat Alone
[Once the irritation and embarrassment of being caught naked in the shower by at least one stranger is over, House can be found hiding in the closet, himself, so that he doesn't have to deal with Frisk or Lutha. Or Ecks, for that matter. The door is open, though. His long hair is really in need of a haircut at this point, but he's not paying it much mind as he just checks the network, ears tuned to the others for their conversations. It's impossibly to avoid overhearing each other here.]

[despiteeverything]

[Once some of the initial tension dissapates, Frisk goes about setting themselves up more properly for the night. Which in this case means setting themselves up in a corner of the closet, with their pillow and their blanket.

Not that they're complacent. They know that Lutha and House could be a bad combination. So they keep the door open as much as space allows and their eyes and ears on alert. It also helps to get in the middle of everything, offering some of their food and trying their best to chatter like nothing's wrong. Like they're fine, not sick and depressed and worried about so much. It can only last so long though.

Truthfully they're tired. Really tired, lately. Especially since Toriel died.

Speaking of which, later into the evening, when everyone's settling down to sleep, they take her letter out and read it over again. It still hurts, but they try to keep any quiet sniffles or hiccups to themselves. Eventually they slip over to their tablet, to read some of the monsters stories.]

[ecks]

[Once Ecks has packed away the things she'd gotten out earlier, and once the others choose places to settle into, she begins considering once again the prospect of washing her socks. That thought leads naturally enough into thoughts about imitating Doctor House's earlier routine in the rain-tub-thing (shower? is that what he had called it?), and it's not long before she makes a decision and digs out the relevant supplies from her bag.

Off comes the leather armor at last, draped carefully over her bags. Off, too, comes her clothing, equal care given to drape it where it can stay dry. She does this in full view of the others, utterly unperturbed by her own nakedness. Unless interrupted, she will methodically go about her preparations before stepping into the shower, taking the socks and undergarments she just removed with her.]