03 ♦ I think of the things we used to do and my whole world turns misty blue

[rhapsody_in]

[Showers are not to Bleu's satisfaction. They do their job, and only their job: water showers down on you, you clean yourself. There's nothing luxurious or even very enjoyable about it. No one likes standing barefoot on a cold soggy floor. The real kicker is that for a few days she had another option, and the Admiral took it away again.

She's not entirely sure if she appreciates the Admiral's sense of humor or wants to punch him. Probably both.]

All right. If I'm not allowed my own tub, I'll get a new one. Who do I have to screw to get a proper hot bath?

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[with_my_teacup]

Modern medical science says going without won't kill you.

[rhapsody_in]

Not me, maybe. If I don't get one, I can't speak for the people around me.

[with_my_teacup]

[He chuckles]

Is that how we're going to break out no kill streak, such as it is?

[rhapsody_in]

Is there something else I should be killing people over?

[with_my_teacup]

I'd suggest not doing it all but somehow that never sounds convincing coming from me.

[rhapsody_in]

Just tell me where I can take a bath, fuckbubble.

[with_my_teacup]

Inmate showers always worked for me. But ask the Marquis if he's feeling generous.

[rhapsody_in]

It's not a shower I want, it's a bath.

There. Was that so difficult?

[velocette]

I've got one in my room. [It's not fancy. Really. Really.]

You can use it if you want. Just not when I'm in the cabin.

[rhapsody_in]

Thank you. My hero. [If it will hold Bleu and hot water and possibly bubbles, it's good enough for her.]

You mean you don't want to watch? [She sounds surprised and relieved; this is a change of pace for her.]

[velocette]

[He smiles a little, wrinkles his nose just a bit in distaste]

I figure one bath's like another--unless you're Marat. Anyway, it sounds like it'd be the same as watching someone meditate. [Which, from the way he says it, is on par with watching a file clerk sift papers.]

I'll leave the door unlocked.

[rhapsody_in]

That's an awful lot of metaphysical significance to attach to a bath. [Once again, she sounds quite pleased.] But far be it from me to argue.

Which cabin is yours? And whose space do I have the pleasure of invading?

[velocette]

Significance is handy that way, with how flexible it is. [He smiles a little when he hears that, and the smile carries into his own tone.]

I'm in [insert cabin because I apparently forgot to reserve him one /fixing that]. You can call me anything here. Do you smoke?

[rhapsody_in]

I'll be there before you can say your own name. [And indeed, she's readying herself to go.]

Do I smoke what? I am a lady.

[velocette]

[He grins, although she'll probably soon learn that he might not even know what his own name is.]

Ah, tobacco. I have a no-mind-altering-drugs rule. Except alcohol. That's always the exception, huh?

[rhapsody_in]

There's always one vice, isn't there.

Tobacco, mm? Not very feminine [At least not in 1891], but I may give it a try.

[velocette]

What did you smoke? [He can't guess where or when she's from, but he'll have a fun time once he sees her in person.]

I guess the better question is, what are your vices?

[cw: drug use]

[rhapsody_in]

Hashish, opium; it depended on what people treated me to.

That is a long list. Would you really like me to recite it here?

[cw: drug use]

[velocette]

[ Either she has exotic tastes or...

But he decides after a moment, where his head buzzes with images and his ears ring ]

I'll take your word for it. Do you get treated to much of anything here?

[rhapsody_in]

Unfortunately, so far my time here hasn't been as exciting as I hope.

[velocette]

[ He props his cabin door open and leans against it, smoking ]

What kind of excitement did you think you'd find?

[rhapsody_in]

[She steps up in full Victorian regalia, frustratingly weighed down, but nonetheless curtseys a bit and blows him a kiss.]

I was hoping for something distinctly unearthly.

[velocette]

[He smiles at her, staring a good long time]

Unearthly how? A more alien ship? Or fewer human beings?

[this_corrosion]

Well, can't guarantee that screwing me will help, but it can't hurt.

[rhapsody_in]

Of course not, and I'm entirely amenable. But do you have a tub I can soak in?

[this_corrosion]

Laundry's got a top-loading washer you can put your feet in.

[rhapsody_in]

Will I fit entirely into it?

[this_corrosion]

What?

Uh, no. Well, maybe if you did one piece at a time.