Preening

[force_captain]

[Private to the Admiral]

I'm not sure what this compulsion is to list off gifts has come from but I seem to be unable to resist it. [But she'll do it her way.]

Give everyone a Doomberry Pie. They're quiet delicious.
Except for Loki and Archer.
Give them....hmmm polished mirrors. Pure silver for Archer and pure gold for Loki.




[Spam for Ladies' Showers and/or hallways between there and her room on Level 1]

[Shared showers actually don't bother her at all. Certainly, she'd prefer a private bath, but a shower is a shower. There were times when something so simple as bathing was considered a luxury, even just watching hands and face. So no, she's not at all bothered to be in a very accessible place with no clothes on. One would think her dislike of other females would make her avoid the showers, but on the contrary, bathing is an opportunity to preen. So what if another, inferior, female comes in. Catra is perfection.

She takes her time, because perfection requires time. Once she's scrubbed and polished, she pats herself dry. (You do not rub with a towel. You pat. Rubbing tears off healthy skin.) She combs her hair, and by the time she'd finished the black mass has at least stopped being dripping wet and is closer to just damp. (You do not dry your hair with heat. It damages the follicles and causes split ends.)

She makes the walk back to her room much the same way she'd left it: wrapped up in a fluffy towel and nothing else. Why would she bother hauling her clothes back and forth? Besides, it's not like she minds if anyone sees. Really, she's doing them a favor.]

(Ooc note: Catra can be encountered either in the actual ladies' shower or on her way back to her room from them. Please note she'll be either naked or nearly there and if you tag with a male character, be prepared to be hit on, possibly very aggressively depending on how things go. Once again, this villainess will not likely listen to polite 'no thank you's. Any questions or concerns do not hesitate to PM or plurk at me!)

Comments

[fire_punk]

[He moves closer to his dog, eyeing her warily.] That wasn't what I meant.

[force_captain]

[She doesn't mind his wariness of her. Power is power, whatever the flavor. She'll take it.]

What did you mean then?

[fire_punk]

I meant it's a bit cold for, you know... ]For walking the halls naked.]

[force_captain]

I don't know how the rest of you do it, but where I come from, it's customary to bathe without clothes on.

[She teasing on purpose. She know full well what he meant, and where he was going with it. But this is far more fun.]

[fire_punk]

Yeah, in the shower. And you're not bathing now.

[force_captain]

No, you missed that part. [She's just going to let that insinuation hang right there for him.]

[fire_punk]

[He gives her an insulted look, his hand tightening around Slayer's leash.] I'm walking my dog, not watching porn.

[force_captain]

[That makes her pause, perfect brows drawing together.]

What is porn?

[fire_punk]

Why don't you look it up in the library? [Says the boy who won't set foot in the library. But he's not explaining it to her. She's too much like Yvette and he just wants to get out of here.]