[Day 2, Night - Back at the Inns]

[nyanotech]

[ In ones and twos and groups of a few more, the cheerily victorious and the creature's not so cheery victims make it back to the central square and the inns there.

A few in particular are well-splashed with black slime. ]

Baths, baths~ ♪

So, whose place are we going to?

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[nyanotech]

[We are still going to my inn.]

By scrubbing the worst off in the kitchen first.

[direstnews]

[Considers.]

There's something to be said for being rid of it there.

[nyanotech]

The kitchen's still a mess anyway.

[direstnews]

You never found the time to see it tidied?

[nyanotech]

There was pizza . . .

[direstnews]

A worthy distraction.

...very well. If there's cleaning to be done already.

[nyanotech]

Don't worry. You put up a good fight.

[To the kitchen!]

[direstnews]

Have we a means to hold the water? I hesitate to use cookware.

[nyanotech]

There's the bathtub for that. Just rinse off the worst here.

[Strips off her coat.]

[direstnews]

[Ridding himself of his gloves, then. And his boots. And his tunic. And his separate sleeves. Which still leaves him in a black bodysuit with tights and cowl and circlet.]

Down the sink's catch-basin?

[nyanotech]

[Plugs up one side, drops hers in, and turns on the tap.]

Yep!

[direstnews]

[Considers, and then does the same on the other. He dips his hands in the running water and uses them to slough off the goo that got through to his second layer of clothes.]

We might see where the piping leads. On the morrow, if you still wish to seek a way out.

[nyanotech]

There's gutters outside. Between that and the plumbing, there should be a sewer somewhere.

[direstnews]

Then it's likely to lead to somewhere.

[nyanotech]

Something for tomorrow then.

[Washes her hands, rolls up her sleeves, and sticks her hands in the makeshift laundry basin.]

[direstnews]

Among other things.

[Washes his hands and his face.]

[nyanotech]

You have other things in mind?

[direstnews]

A few.

[Hair, too. Ick, ick, demon goo.]

[nyanotech]

[There's no way you're getting that clean on your own.]

Lean down?

[direstnews]

[Glances you over for a second, just briefly, and then does so.]

My thanks.

[nyanotech]

[Gets him right under the tap, massaging the gunk out.]

You're welcome.

[direstnews]

[Quiet for a minute, letting her, and then:]

What of you? What do you mean to do tomorrow?

[nyanotech]

[Works at the last particularly nasty dried clump.]

Besides looking for the sewers?

[direstnews]

Besides that, yes.

[nyanotech]

Talk to people. Explore. Investigate.

Find someone to make breakfast.