http://nearlysenile.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] nearlysenile.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] abyssdressing2009-11-17 01:58 am

Spa Room/JADE EMBARRASSMENT ROOM.

[And it appears one of the most obnoxious Jades in the dressing room is wandering around. Lo and behold, he comes across a nice-looking building, decorated and quite snazzy. It was all gold trim and lush red paint. Viewing the inside through the glass pane door, he could see it was just as lavish on the inside as it was on the outside.]

[And the word 'SPA' is across the top in fonic glyphs. Well, well. Can't blame a man for trying it out.]

[So he rents a bathing suit--damn, just like the one Peony made him wear in the Keterburg version of the spa--and goes to change into the navy speedo-like suit in the back rooms. It appears the spa is deserted for now, save for the clerk at the front desk. Albeit her eyes looked a bit... dead.]

[No one else here? Well, we'll just carry the robes, then, and make our way over to the hot spring water. He'll just test it with his toe before dipping in and leaving his towel and robes at the side for later. The glasses were coming off, and his hair was going to be tied up in a psuedo-bun at the back of his head. Aah~ This was the life~]

[[OOC: EVER BEEN SUBJECTED TO EMBARRASSMENT BY COLONEL JADE CURTISS? HAVE YOU HAD TO ENDURE THE TORTUROUS AND SNIDE MOCKING FROM THIS OLD MAN FOR YEARS? COME DISH OUT A BIT OF WHAT HE'S BEEN MISSING TO THE TWAT. Side-effects may include: dry mouth, heavy breathing, flushed face, increased respiration, and elevated heartbeat in females (and some males). Other side-effects may include: repulsion, vomiting, and uncontrollable laughter.]]

[identity profile] neissouchou.livejournal.com 2009-11-23 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
I already am a good one. You trained me.

[identity profile] neissouchou.livejournal.com 2009-11-23 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
...I guess so.

I just hoped you were the right one.

[identity profile] neissouchou.livejournal.com 2009-11-23 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
No he's not. Nobody knows me. But it's okay, I guess, 'cuz I can take care of myself.