Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141115020857/@comment-11457306-20141116030430

Megan and Riona came in just as Tomas disappeared inside his cell. Megan could see why they were called that. They were tiny little rooms--a pair of them really. There was a closet with the shower and sort of an anteroom with a little bench and a hook to hang things on. She eyed it with distaste.

"Well, this is pleasant," said Riona. Her tone indicated she thought it was anything but.

"I guess in a military school you don't get luxuries," said Megan. "I was hoping for a pool."

"Me too." Riona walked over to a table and picked up two towels and a washrag and entered her choice of showers. Sighing, Megan did the same.

She found soap in the shower--not sweetsoap. Her skin would soon be as dry and flaky as a slaughterfish's scales. She finally figured out how to turn the water on by pushing a lever and was pleasantly surprised to find the water was warm. She washed her hair and body thoroughly--twice. When she finally felt she was clean enough she wrapped her hair in one towel and dried off with the other.

The tricky part was getting into her clothes without dragging them on the wet floor. She managed, finally, with only a few wet spots, then wiped off her boots and pulled them back on. Then she gathered her belongings and opened the door to find Riona waiting for her, wrapped in her robe.

"Come on," said the Elven girl. "I'll get dressed in our room.  I'm dry as a bone from that icky soap.  I want to put some cream on."

"Do you have enough for two?"

"Yup.  I'll send a letter to Mum and ask her to send us more--and some sweetsoap!"

The girls left together, giggling.