♨ The Bathing Meme

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Rules
↳ Post your character with name, series, and preferences as the subject header.
↳ Reply to other characters, using the RNG (1-7) to choose a bath type from the list below.
↳ Characters bathe. Or other things involving a bath. Anything goes!
↳ Sex and/or triggery material may pop up in threads. Please be conscientious toward your fellow roleplaying buddies!

1. Bubble Bath ;
Here, the characters are sharing a humongous bubble bath with all the froth they can handle. The scent is delicious, the water is warm—go on, enjoy yourselves!
2. Shower ;
Perhaps not as fun as a bubble bath, but hey, at least it's built to accommodate two. Don’t slip!
3. Hot Tub ;
A whirlpool of warmth and—mm. Don't mind me. I'll just be sinking in.
4. Hot Springs ;
An outdoors bath is good, too, right? Or maybe this is part of a hotel. Either way, it sure is steamy.
5. Decadent Bath ;
There could be bubbles here, or maybe just those wonderful smelling oils and salts. Aww, yeah. This bath probably cost a small fortune, so you should enjoy it while it lasts.
6. Lake ;
In case the hot springs weren't rugged enough for you, here's an actual lake, complete with waterfall for all your rinsing pleasures.
7. Other ;
Anything else that may have been forgotten!

Comments

Ultra Magnus | Transformers Prime | OTA

[shoulderpads]

[car wash, anyone?]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[It was amazing how forgotten the little things were once the war started. Things like a hot oil bath or shower...they almost seemed...foreign. Especially to the Wreckers, who were probably the first to sacrifice anything.

So to get one now that Cybertron was restored...

Wheeljack just stands there, looking at his hands as it poured down on him. It was obvious he hadn't had one in awhile, as dirt kept slipping it's way out of his joints. It was easier to move around now...

Strange.

But not as strange as seeing Ultra Magnus in the same place. It's not like they planned this... But, maybe Wheeljack would have minded before. Now? It was just interesting.]

Hey, sir.

[shoulderpads]

[It had been a while since Magnus had seen the inside of a proper cleaning facility.

While outer space had been a particularly sterile medium with which to travel in, Earth was not as kind. He quickly learned that the planet's dust apparently had a habit of getting everywhere it possibly can, and liked to accumulate quickly where it's not wanted.

His remaining hand had been shifted to it's blaster(and turned off, of course) to properly rinse out the barrel and mechanisms around it. Wheeljack did catch his attention, however, and he turned to meet him.]

Soldier.

[They may be sharing a hot, steamy shower, but that didn't mean he couldn't be formal about it.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

...This is awkward.

[Really, he'd expected he'd be the only one here at this hour. He basically just stands there as the liquid pours down, his grayed armor now slowly being cleansed to white.

He's ACTUALLY WHITE UNDER THERE?]

Did you want me to--

[He points his thumbs to the exit, just in case his superior wanted the privacy.]

[shoulderpads]

That will not be necessary.

[They're like naked 100% of the time, what else is there to see?]

[Well, side from his own cerulean paint becoming quite vivid and reflective.]

[After the weapon is cleaned out, it is retracted back into his arm and replaced with the still functioning hand.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[True, but it's more of the private-moment bit. Wreckers usually did communal showers--the very rare times they did--but Magnus was kind of upper elite. Who knows what they're like.]

Fine by me.

[He doesn't really say more than that, heading towards where the pressure of the 'water', placing his wings just under it and flicking them. He never really could reach those areas...

But he notices Magnus's new, slightly less dirty scheme, and perks an eyebrow.]

Ya take good care of your paint job.

[Unlike someone.]

7 / I'm not sorry enough

[rolltotherescue]

[Hey, Magnus. You know what's worse than being covered in mud out in the middle of nowhere?

Having it unceremoniously hosed off by a sulky robot teenager.

Let's review.

To be out anywhere NEAR where Heatwave would be means no access to any real amenities or luxuries. Not like there were many to start with on base, but to a Cybertronian, what few there were are generally nowhere near where Heatwave lives. And so, if somehow you ended up needing to be here for a while...

There's not many options. Fortunately, ]

Uh, sir? Pretty sure the car wash around here isn't a good idea. So... you can either let me help you get that off, or you can give the locals even more Bigfoot rumors...

no its ok

[shoulderpads]

[Sulky teenagers? That he can handle.]

[What he can't deal with right now is being covered in wet, rust-colored Earth grime.]

Breaking cover is not an option.

[He shakes some mud off his hand. Looks like it's time to get the hoses out, Heatwave.]

[rolltotherescue]

[Oh, sure, that's an answer. Actually, it was enough of one.]

Yeah. Didn't think so.

[And with that, he lifts up his arm and starts blasting UM with water, though nowhere near full force. Better than nothing, right?]

[shoulderpads]

[Water cannons. Those are always fun.]

[It isn't the most comfortable way to get hosed down, but he'll just stand there and take it anyway.]

[Just dont jam water jets into his optics, kiddo.]

[rolltotherescue]

[You can tell he's being careful. And thorough. It's almost like he's really used to doing this. There's nothing but concentration on what he's doing; the very last thing he wants is to actually leave a bad impression.

But you can't always account for spray, which has a bad habit of going exactly where you're not aiming for. In this case, up.]

[shoulderpads]

[The stray droplets do seem to find their way up to his face, but the most they enticed was an occasional blink or two.]

[As it were, the water jets were quite effective at blasting away the layers of mud almost as effectively as they put out fires.]

[Good job, Autobotlet. His front appears to be entirely cleaned off.]

[rolltotherescue]

[Every single second spent under UM's watchful eye is one where Heatwave's resolve seems to double to get this right the first time. This'd be a lot less awkward if he'd say something, or stop standing there at attention; it almost seems as if Heatwave should be doing that as well.

Which Heatwave can't, because he's now got a task to complete. And in the interests of actually completing it, he doesn't ask Ultra Magnus to move but walks around to the side himself. Every single bit of mud will be gone when he's done. If he can't fight, he can at least prove he's EARNED these water jets.

...And it'd be even less awkward if Heatwave wasn't also pretty aware how high the 'bot actually ranked.]

[shoulderpads]

[Unfortunately for Heatwave's comfort levels, Magnus stays rigidly in place with his fists closed as he the fire truck circles around to his back.]

[If he thought he was going to get a break from the stare, he'd be wrong, because he'll find one eye glancing back at him. Watching. Waiting. Also make sure not to fire water jets into it.]

[Magnus lifts his arms slightly so the water has an easier time passing over his sides. Fortunately, he then turns back around to examine his recently hosed chest and front.]

[rolltotherescue]

[Oh. Great.

Heatwave was slightly reminded of that one painting in the museum that seemed to watch you no matter where you went. Only this was a lot more literal, and a lot more unnerving. Did he think unnerving? He meant an honor. Absolutely. There was no single thing here to make him nervous.

Not one bit.

When it's bad enough that Heatwave tries small talk, you know it's uncomfortable.]

So...uh...Ultra Magnus, sir.

[There's a 'how do I follow that up' pause while he tries to figure out anything.]

What d'you think of Griffin Rock?

[misfier]

Look I'm just going to come out and say that this. May be a little awkward. Just saying.

[ And this guy is taking up all the bath space. ]

[shoulderpads]

It is your choice to stay here.

[ don't mind him, he's just going continue casually scrubbing dirt off his blaster barrel. ]

[misfier]

I was totally here first.

[ No he wasn't. ]

I thought you'd be scarier.

[shoulderpads]

....?

[Misfire gets a little puzzled blink and a quirk of the robot eyebrow.]

[His bathing technique isn't very terrifying, but it will leave his armor plating frighteningly clean!]

[misfier]

Yeah, I mean I pretty much thought you'd eat my face or something.

[ The water around Misfire is a nice grayish brown now. ]

[shoulderpads]

It should not be a concern, unless it has sufficient energon for consumption.

[Congratulations, Misfire. You just suffered through a 100% deadpan Ultra Magnus joke.]

[misfier]

[ He's not sure if he should laugh or cry. ]

Was that a joke?

[shoulderpads]

[The blaster retracts back into his arm.]

Possibly.

[He's a real comedian in the works, ain't he?]

[misfier]

Well uh. 'A' for effort, eh? I'd say don't quit your day job but you day job scares the paint off me.

[shoulderpads]

[Don't mind if he stands up. That gray brown cloud of Misfire juice is getting a little too close to his side of the bathtub.]

[He's just gonna stand at the edge.]

Are you leaking fluids?