week three, sunday

[moraled]

[FUCK

Everything is awful, and Barnham is pissed. Eventually, he ends up storming into the bathhouse, brow furrowed, expression flat--

And freezes when he gets to the water and notices someone who should definitely not...be there...if he was on the right side.

(Alarmingly, he can't even be sure if he went on the wrong or right side or not. He's tired and exasperated and frustrated and angry.)]

... Lady Instructor.

[A pause...and then he sighs. Whatever. Fuck it. They already stripped in the trial (fat load of good that did) and now... here they are.

He steps into the water.]

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[moraled]

You look, Lady Instructor, like someone who would very simply kick me out if I was in any way bothering you.

[Sara pls]

Which I suppose proves your point even so.

[alcobrawlic]

Exactly. And here you still are, broad-chested and blushing.

All in all, not a bad way to spend a night.

[moraled]

[Sara, stop admiring his manly chest!!!]

Ah...yes, well.

[Sheesh.]

I suppose if it has brought you some manner of comfort, there are worse ways to spend time.

[No, he's fine with this too.]

[alcobrawlic]

[ NO, it's a lovely chest. Fight her. ]

Speaking of which, if anything's bugging you, I'll return the favor.

[moraled]

[What isn't bugging him, really... he wouldn't even know where to begin.]

I am afraid I...have very little to say at a time such as this.

[alcobrawlic]

Well, that's fine too. We all have different ways of coping.

[ aka beer. ]

[moraled]

[beer.

And apparently bathing with the opposite sex.

It's probably fine.]

... Yes. [COPING, RIGHT] I certainly wish...

[...]

That is. This is a rather frustrating situation.

[In so many ways, and he doesn't even know how to begin to verbalize it.]

[alcobrawlic]

You're not kidding. I want to say it'll get better, but speaking honestly...

[moraled]

... It shall not get better.

The situation...shall only grow worse.

[alcobrawlic]

I mean, the more it wears on, at least there's a chance that we'll actually get the right person.

[ ... she knows this isn't actually comforting. ]

[moraled]

[..... sara....]

I do not wish to think how many of our numbers we shall had to have lost for that to be the case.

[alcobrawlic]

Trust me, it's not something I want to dwell on either. And whether we'll be a part of it.

[moraled]

... Do not begin to lose faith now, Lady Instructor.

I, for one, do not believe you would die so easily, even in a place such as this.

[alcobrawlic]

Well, no, it's not exactly on my To-Do list. I did promise I'd help you end this game.

[moraled]

And I shall hold you bound to that promise.

[NO BACKSIES NOW]

[alcobrawlic]

What, do you want to shake on it? Sign in blood?

[moraled]

No!

[YOU'RE NAKED STAY ON THAT SIDE OF THE BATH.]

I certainly do not.

[SHEESH.]

Your word is enough for me.

[alcobrawlic]

... Oh, I don't knooow, you seemed like you wanted a little something more.

[ She's totally trolling now, but hey, she's also rising out of the water like Jaws ]

[moraled]

[...... Aaaa AAAAAAH

He's about ready to jump out of the bath himself]

Absolutely not!

I shall leave you to your bath, Lady Instructor!

[TIME TO FLEE]