ooc: Slaveless and Munch's Master have been at it all day, might as well jump on the train.
Lets all flood the thread by posting relevant but far to many posts for the non-frequenters and those on holiday to keep up with, yeah!
As a note, we should try and keep posts per day low, preferably no more than three, for the sake of those losers with social lives; Dripik has occasionally mentioned never having time to post because he hads to read for so long and I've been blocked out an missed posting opportunities when I've been away fro a few days in he past. We've got a whole lot longer in the last 48 hours or so.
The bathroom was a relic from Molluck's days and was therefore more designed for a slig than a mudokon. By the looks of it some mudokons facilites had been quickly (and somewhat badly) added at a later date. However, as Dionysia was only really interested in the sink and they all worked pretty much the same whatever species you happened to be this didn't bother her much.
She quickly washed the blood off her arms, found a slightly dusty towel and used it to clean off her stomach but was a little more soncerned with her clothes. She obviously didn't want to leave them bloody but they were all she had and if she took them off to wash them she would be walking around either wet or naked for the rest of the day and neither option was particularly attractive.
She remembered passing what had looked like the bunks when she had run off from Stivik and if she was right (and she liked to think she was) it wasn't far from here. With luck she could pick up some clothes there and then come back here to change into them. If it came to it she could just wrap herself in a sheet and stay in bed all day.
She unlocked the door, stepped out into the corridor and tripped over Gappiqu.
Pushing herself up she glared at him angrilly. "What in Odd are you doing here?"
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