Day 55: Women's Showers [4th Shift]
Taura hadn't licked the last of the pink sludge off her plate, but she'd been tempted. It wasn't the best food she'd ever had, but it was miles -- hah -- above the worst. If the expressions she'd seen pasted to most of the faces around the room were any indication, this was one area where she'd had more experience than most.
She'd never thought anything good would come out of scavenging raw rats in Baron Ryoval's sub-basement. The rat part, specifically, not the fact that she had subsisted on them long enough to, well, survive. Score another one for the cast-off monster. Having the best revenge be living well meant that every day was another chance to take it; if General Aguilar thought her quiet obedience meant he'd broken her spirit he was going to have a surprise coming.
Really, the biggest problem she had with it was that there'd been barely enough for a healthy Taura-sized snack. At least they were heading into the showers; she'd be able to get warm through, even if her metabolism was balking.
She stripped her uniform off neatly, hanging it up with the same care she would give her Dendarii grays, and unbraided her hair. It had tangled some; she hadn't had time to brush it in all the commotion. And the tips were slightly sticky from the floor-scrubbing. Ugh. She tugged her fingers through it, ruthlessly yanking out a few tangles, before padding into the empty shower area.
[isn't it dangerous to shower with Lightning around?]
She'd never thought anything good would come out of scavenging raw rats in Baron Ryoval's sub-basement. The rat part, specifically, not the fact that she had subsisted on them long enough to, well, survive. Score another one for the cast-off monster. Having the best revenge be living well meant that every day was another chance to take it; if General Aguilar thought her quiet obedience meant he'd broken her spirit he was going to have a surprise coming.
Really, the biggest problem she had with it was that there'd been barely enough for a healthy Taura-sized snack. At least they were heading into the showers; she'd be able to get warm through, even if her metabolism was balking.
She stripped her uniform off neatly, hanging it up with the same care she would give her Dendarii grays, and unbraided her hair. It had tangled some; she hadn't had time to brush it in all the commotion. And the tips were slightly sticky from the floor-scrubbing. Ugh. She tugged her fingers through it, ruthlessly yanking out a few tangles, before padding into the empty shower area.
[isn't it dangerous to shower with Lightning around?]