bakerstreet | The Bathing Meme

The Bathing Meme

The Bathing Meme

Scrub-a-dub-dub, this meme is ridiculous. No, really. This is a meme about taking a bath. Silly.

- 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. Whatever, dudes. Anything goes!
- Sexy times 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. Awwww, 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: Bathe in a shoebox for all I care!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only | Expand All

There's a sudden pop and hiss from the opposite side of the shower curtain, then skidding, swearing, and a thump as something falls against the door.

Or, rather, someone. "Maximus? Ow...shit..."

The shield goes up quick, although maybe not quick enough if it really had been a determined enemy, but who the hell is expecting an attack in the middle of shampooing their hair?

He also tears aside the shower curtain, ring glowing fiercely blue. The ring is about all he's got on him, unfortunately, and his other hand grips a bar set in the side of the shower. He's even been caught without his leg on. It's sitting beside the towels, just out of reach.

Balthazar has slipped on the damp floor and fallen mostly on his back, head against the door. And he's bleeding. But not because he's fallen. It looks like an animal bite, actually.

However, suddenly the wound is utterly secondary to the fact that he's staring at his old friend and pseudo-brother naked and soapy. And angry. He claps a hand over his eyes. "Agh! Sorrysorrysorry, it's just me, I'm not after you!"

Naked, soapy, hair stuck out every which way with shampoo, leg missing, carrying several extra pounds, and ring utterly blazing in readiness to plasma bolt the hell out of whoever's just come through his wards into his bathroom. Except that of course he adjusted the wards to allow Balthazar...

looks like he should have placed some conditions on that.

Horvath blinks, breathing heavily in his alarm, and the glow slowly fades. The last of it is used to shut off the water, and levitate a towel to hand. He wraps it around his waist, which will at least spare them both the worst of things.

He also has the presence of mind to be sarcastic, although that's partly a defense mechanism. "You appear to be bleeding all over my bathroom floor... would you prefer to switch places?"

Balthazar remains supine for a long moment, giving Horvath a chance to decide not to kill him. He knew popping in without warning would be startling, even risky, but he didn't expect the bathroom. "I locked onto your PINpoint," he says, peering between his fingers apologetically. "I need some herbs."

Horvath's gaze travels to his discarded clothes hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Of course he's left it in a pocket, again. It never really occurred to him anyone would come looking for him, because he's very much out of the habit of being needed by anyone for anything. At least the view is marginally better for Balthazar, now. He's still a heavyset middle-aged man in only a towel and a ring, with a leg missing, but he's downgraded fury for a distracted frown. Also it's a nice big towel.

"...Ah. Well. You'll have to give me a moment. Are you actively bleeding?"

"No, I'm passively bleeding," it's just a bit acerbic. "Which involves an unwanted puncture in the skin, followed by blood escaping."

Maybe more than a bit acerbic. He sits up stiffly, wincing in pain. Truly, it's not that bad of a wound, but the bleeding does appear to be ongoing. "Careful. Your floor is slippery right about where my feet are."

"I meant has it sto- Ohhhhhh... ngh." He grabs for his washcloth, squeezes it out firmly with one meaty hand, and tosses it to Balthazar. "Here, press that on it."

There's a small rug right in front of the bathtub, so he'll be fine, even if Balthazar is in danger of slipping again. He sits on the edge of the bathtub, anyway, swinging both legs over to the outside and drying off his legs hastily so he can strap the prosthetic back on.

Balthazar wisely shuts up, sensing his injured state is not enough to keep Horvath from smacking him if his behavior warrants it. "Thank you," he says politely, accepting the washcloth and setting his teeth as he presses it onto the wound.

After a moment of silence he adds grudgingly, "I apologize for interrupting your bath. But this was a werewolf, and I'm out of aconite."

Balthazar doesn't look like he's about to die, and Horvath's pride is severely injured at the moment, so yes he will lash out. Nude, he's covered in scars of varying types, and the way he bends over the prosthetic as he straps it on looks like he's putting for more attention into that than would be expected after wearing it every day for fifty or sixty years. He's deeply embarrassed to be seen like this.

"...I have some. In the parlor." He doesn't look up, finishing with the prosthetic carefully. Since Balthazar's never come in by way of the front door, he's never even seen a room that could be called a parlor.

"...Hand me my pants."

"Um." Now he's starting to feel guilty. He glances at Horvath's face to try reading his expression, but he's never been easy to read. After a moment, he scrambles up awkwardly, holding the washcloth to his leg, and retrieves Horvath's clothes.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking."

"No, I imagine you weren't..." He heaves a sigh, weary but no longer angry. "Being bitten by a werewolf tends to have that effect." He's been there, really.

Pulling on underwear and pants is more complicated with a prosthetic, and more complicated still while trying to mostly hide behind a towel, but he manages as quickly as he can without falling over. Once the pants are on he tugs on his shirt and tries to towel off his soapy hair a little so he at least won't drip all over. "All right. Let's get you patched up..."

Balthazar still looks apologetic, but he's satisfied that he's not in quite as much trouble as before. "It burns quite a lot. And I'm going to have to find the culprit soon. I think he was a young one, and probably more scared than aggressive, but that doesn't mean I can just hope he leaves town."

He opens the door and limps out of the bathroom, awkward because he's still clinging to the washcloth.

"Damn. He's still out there?" He pulls on his vest out of habit, but he's still doing up shirt buttons one-handed as he limps out on his cane. He hasn't dried off well so it's sticking to him in places, and he's generally feeling a horrible mess and out of sorts.

In the hall, Whisper and Smoke see Balthazar, smell the air, hiss and streak off with all their fur on end. It's nothing personal, but he does smell like werewolf.

"He is. He was young, probably adolescent, but too fast for me to follow even uninjured. I can probably track him later; I just hope he doesn't bite anyone else." He winces a little at the cats' reactions to him. "Sorry, girls."

His gaze follows the cats briefly, distracted and thoughtful. "They'll get over it."

With Balthazar injured and holding a cloth to his leg, Horvath is probably the faster of the two of them, even if that's not saying much. He leads the way diagonally through the library shelves, and toward a large set of double doors set in one wall. It was an open arch, once upon a time, between the main station his library occupies and the smaller section beyond, but now it holds heavily fortified doors fit for a castle, reinforced with crossbeams and locks both physical and magical. And beyond is what he called a parlor.

That says a lot about Horvath's idea of hospitality, really.

He pushes one door ajar, with a few mutterings and gestures as he goes, shifting it partly by magic and lighting the smaller room beyond. It does have a couple of chairs, a table, a coatrack and a stand for umbrellas and things-there's even an old wooden crutch in that. There's also a huge cabinet next to a chaise lounge, with an array of medical herbs and supplies on the shelves. There's a more ordinary sized door, closed and locked, to the tunnels beyond. If he comes home drained of power and desperate to doctor his injuries, this is the first room he'll come into. "Sit." He points to the chaise lounge, and begins rummaging in the cabinet.

Balthazar looks around, a little awed by the clear efforts Horvath has made at augmenting an odd choice of living space. It's not quite glamorous, but it's very him, in a way Balthazar can't quite put a finger on.

Obediently, he plops onto the chaise lounge when told, then attempts to shrug off his jacket awkwardly. "I'll...replace the herbs later. I just ran out."

It's a stronghold, a fortress, a lair of deep and powerful layers of shielding to shut out the world and let him hole up underground with only his cats, books, and tea for company. He's always had a little difficulty with people, but this is a whole new level.

"Hmm? Oh, at your leisure. I keep a second store of most of these in the bedroom." He pulls out a jar, peering just a little at the label, then a few other bottles and jars to make up a quick remedy. "Will you need anything to go after him with?"

Balthazar's about to tell Horvath he's overprepared, but thinks better of it. After all, he already antagonized him by interrupting his bath time. That, and, arguably, running out of a vital herb suggests that Balthazar may not be prepared enough.

"I'm hoping I can talk him down, if I can just find him. I don't want to hurt him. He was just too fast for me."

Horvath would probably counter that if he were prepared, he wouldn't have anybody crashing in on him in the bathroom. That's an oversight he'll be correcting, once Balthazar is mended and on his way.

"Some kind of trapping method, then..." He peers at a bottle, scowling a little, because his reading glasses are still back in the bathroom with his jacket. Teleporting them to hand is cheating, but better that than mess up the dosage and poison Balthazar. "I know the feeling, believe me..."

Balthazar's definitely not mentioning that.

"I suppose so. I might be able to get cooperation from a few of my clients in the area. No one wants a loose cannon tearing around."

Balthazar is sometimes a wise man.

"I... was actually offering you something from my own armory." It's a slightly sheepish offer, but there it is.

Not very often.

He smiles gently at Horvath's offer. "Thank you, Maximus. Did you have something specific in mind? I've already imposed tonight."

"Mmmm. Anything to keep you from barging in unannounced." He gives him a glance over the glasses, with an exasperated little smirk, then finishes up the concoction and hobbles a step or two over to offer the cup. "We'll have a look at what I've got once you're up to it. Drink that, and I'll bandage..."
He's got a first aid kit in the cabinet, too, and settles on the end of the chaise lounge with it.

He looks sheepish. "I panicked a little? It's not that serious, but for a minute there I couldn't move my leg. Probably psychosomatic."

He drinks the contents of the cup trustingly.

The Bathing Meme

Not even gonna roll.

Re: You were warned!

You don't scare me.

Re: No, but he may scare a few people.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)