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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, or don't!
- 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!
- Original meme found here

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!

Comments

[wolfdogwitcher]

"Yeah, if you got something I can just throw over..." He gestures to the broad expanse of chest. "That would probably be more polite of me. Blanket's fine." He adds, just as capable as Anders of working out that none of the mage's shirts will fit either. "And sure, if it's news you want I could probably recollect a few things, as long as I don't drink too much."

[mewnifestos]

"I have a quilt that should do." Nothing extravagant, but Anders has the distinct feeling that's an unnecessary consideration. He picks the blanket up off the foot of the bed as he passes back through the house, handing it to Eskel as he goes.

"And that's why I'm pumping you for information before we start." Although he's pouring as he says so, filling the pair of mismatched mugs he managed to dig up from somewhere. "Not that I'm encouraging you to get that drunk."

[wolfdogwitcher]

"You wouldn't like me when I'm that drunk." Eskel says. "I'll be a perfect gentleman, I promise." He finds a spot to sit, draping the quilt around his shoulders. He sits, elbows on his knees, looking up at the mage with bright, attentive eyes.

[mewnifestos]

"I don't like most people when they are, to be fair." Though, really, when the majority of your experience with the heavily intoxicated is cleaning up after them and struggling to heal their stupidly self-inflicted wounds, how can one be expected to find any drunk charming?

"You're doing fine, so far." Anders offers him his mug and pulls up a seat across from him, leaning against his messy worktable. "In fact, you could be considerably less gentlemanly, and I'd probably still let you get away with it."

[wolfdogwitcher]

Eskel cocks his head thoughtfully, with a slow wolfish blink of his bright eyes, as he sips from his mug of whiskey. It burns and tastes like smoke but has an unparalleled smoothness only found in the whiskey distilled far beneath the remote mountains.

"Maybe we can revisit that thought after I've had a drink or two, see if you still like me well enough." He rumbles somewhat carefully, not wanting to imply anything if Anders wasn't. "News first. What do you wanna know?"

[mewnifestos]

"Remind me, then," Anders agrees with a little more than the faint suggestion of a smile, this time, over the rim of his own mug. The barest suggestion, but clearly there.

"Which way the wind's blowing, if it's bringing trouble. I can't imagine you have much time for gossip, but a man on a mission might recognize another, on the road." Hunters, soldiers, spies - he'd prefer to avoid all three, where possible. Especially in a village with a population it too often feels as if he could count on both hands.

[wolfdogwitcher]

Eskel thinks for a moment, sipping his drink, before he begins a brief cataloging of things he's seen this season: the movements of soldiers, rumors of partisans hiding in the woods. He knows little of spies, it never occurs to him to be on the lookout for them. He's not a entangled in the machinations of the world as some witchers, but he does observe things here and there. The biggest thing he figures Anders probably wants to know about are the witch hunters, roving like packs of mad dogs in search of mages to torture and burn.

"It's worse in the cities, if you can believe it." He says. "Usually cities are a safe haven but nowadays, you can see a witch burning any given day of the week in the big cities." He shakes his head. "They'll do any nonhumans if they can catch them, if they don't have a mage to burn." He looks around Anders' little house. "You might actually be safer out here, as long as you make yourself useful."