Variation on my own troubled theme...

[Bobby Drake]

Although there are many, many, many things Bobby has found himself disliking about this future, he has to admit he can’t complain about the shower water pressure. Apparently the base is hooked up to a rivulet of melt-water from the nearby mountains; they could all shower all day without draining the tanks.

Of course, heating is more of an issue… the base has perpetual power shortages. Not too surprising, really: it’s not like they can plug into a power grid, and fuel to run generators probably isn’t easy to come by, no matter what advanced fuel source they use in the future. And, actually, Bobby has no reason to believe they’re using anything at all advanced; the base might be powered by hamster-wheels for all he knows of it. (He’d tried to find out, and been politely pointed to Toni Sr for details, a conversation he’d decided he could profitably avoid.)

But hot water isn’t an issue for Bobby; in fact, he’d use the ice-melt straight up if he could. More fun. All of which means he doesn’t feel at all guilty about taking long showers… really, it’s the only indulgence he’s got left. So, of course, it’s the one that gets interrupted. Hey, hotshot – boss says get some clothes on. New girl, incoming. Wouldn’t want her fainting away at the sight of you.

Elliot’s dry sarcasm is, as always, incredibly annoying… and the message itself is more than a little puzzling… but Bobby goes along with it, lacking any particular reason not to. Drying off is easy as ever for him – just a quick freeze-and-shake – but the mysterious “new arrival” shows up sooner than he’d expected, catching him in a towel on his way to pick up his clothes.

"Oh… um, hi. You must be new. I’m Bobby." He knows he should leave it at that, but the same impulse that drives people to pick at scars and probe with his tongue at the sockets of missing teeth forces him to add "Robert Drake."

Then he steels himself for the inevitable reaction.

(( OOC: Lera, there’s no particular reason Lera would have any reaction to him or his name; he expects one because he assumes you’re a 2027 local. ))

[Toni Craft]

Shower time is always an occasion that Toni dreads with a distinct passion. Sure, it’s relaxing and all, but the moisture makes her body speed up its natural rust-rate, meaning she usually turns a funny tint of orange until she can get all the oxidized iron off.

And these showers in the future aren’t any better than the ones in the past. Not only are they just as yet as the old ones, but they’re just not as warm as she’d like them. So really, the whole experience is an unpleasant nuisance. But it has to be done, unless they’ve somehow passed a new social rule stating that ‘Regular bodily hygiene is only a suggestion.’ So for the sake of not smelling like a rusty garbage barge (though she has to wonder if anyone would notice if she stunk, since the entire compound has a rather icky smell to it anyways), she’s grumbling all the way to the showers, towel practically dragging on the ground.

"Oh… um, hi. You must be new. I’m Bobby." At the sound of the familiar, slightly hesitant voice Toni pokes her head around the corner to peek into the shower room. And there’s Bobby, standing with only a towel to cover him from completely flashing the other person in the room.

“Bobby! My little mostly-naked ice man! How adorably buff you look today!” Grinning as she always is, Toni wraps an arm around her teammate’s shoulders and gives him a few pokes in the muscle of his chest. “Tender but firm, just how I like my man meat.” Blind sighted by the fact that Bobby is completely topless, Toni hasn’t even noticed the other girl in the room.

“Oh hi! Did you come to ogle at my appetizing, not-quite-as-evil-as-you-think-he-is buddy too? ‘Cause you can join my Facebook group — I’ve posted all the best nude pics of the X-boys up there. I’ve got over 3,000 members already!” She then shoots the newcomer a proud smile accompanied by a thumbs up.

[Bobby Drake]

Bobby rolls his eyes at, and otherwise pointedly ignores, Toni’s antics… but he has to admit, after his recent head-butting incident with Toni’s utterly humorless future self, he is rather enjoying her nonsense.

Not that he intends to admit it… encouraging Toni’s routines is a little like juggling porterhouse in a lion cage. "Actually, Josh keeps the best ones for his private collection. He’s stingy that way. " To Lena he adds "Do they even have Facebook in this future? "

[Josh Dalton Worthington]

[This might be stretching the bounds of happenstance credulity, but whatever! These people gotta shower!]

Josh walks down the hallway towards the shower room. For the last hour, he'd been trying to get some training done in the base gymnasium. Unfortunately, he was used to his own Danger Room program, which was set in downtown New York and had an endless supply of things to smash, throw, dodge, and flip. Generally, his workouts focused on power usage, speed, and dexterity. The base gym was somewhat lacking in things to demolish, so he'd ended up being shown some hand-to-hand maneuvers by someone on Warren's team.

As he rounds the corner and enters the room, a strange sight presents itself. Bobby, clad only in a towel, with Toni, and a girl he didn't know.

> "Actually, Josh keeps the best ones for his private collection. He’s stingy that way. "

"Hey, Bobby! You been working out?" He pokes the other boy's bicep lightly. And the best what?" Josh has a quizzical look on his face.

[Bobby Drake]

> " Hey, Bobby! You been working out? "

Bobby shrugs a little defensively. "Yeah, well… it’s not like there’s much else to do around here, right?"

> " And the best what? "

"Best collection of naked pictures of Warren. Toni was looking to expand her own portfolio, I think. Just don’t tell Jack, he might get, you know, territorial. " Turning back to the new girl, who has been oddly silent during all this banter, Bobby adds "So, I’m guessing you know Toni, though probably the twenty-years-older, no-sense-of-humor version. This is Josh… yes, that Josh. Time travel. We don’t really understand it, either. And, I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch your name? "