RP: YSS Miharu Mission 2, Day 2

"Un, slow me to the balls" Yoroko said as she paused to think about the sentence, her face contorted from concentration "N-no, wait I mean show me to the baths." the tired Yamataian managed to stammer out as she ran her hand through her hair absentmindedly.

CAFFEINE! her brain screamed. It was usually around now that Yoroko would be preparing tea or coffee for her former master, and some habits were hard to break. It wasn't uncommon for the neko servents in the household to steal sips of the tea or coffee before the master had arrived.

Miyoko snorted to herself and waved Kai over. She'd already found the lack of food on the tables and started heading toward the kitchen. She opened the door and walked into the kitchen serving area, scanning for signs of life or at least sugary cereal.

Miharu showed Yoroko a layout of the upperdeck and revealed that all she had to do was walk to the end of the corridor, take the steps down to the wardroom to be able to access the public baths. The public baths were opposite from where the kitchen was.

* * *

Inside the kitchen, Mara and Hinoto were at work.

On one side, Mara had bowls arrayed in a line and several cereal boxes (some now empty, some not). The bowls were filled with the advertised cereal and soaked in milk - some bowls had actually been soaking in milk for minutes, which made the cereals in them more soggy than crunchy, which Mara had apparently taken as justification for helping herself to some before 'they would be put to waste'.

Hinoto, meanwhile, seemed busy preparing several rice omelletes over the stove.

"Mara, have you set the tables?" Hinoto asked.

"Can't," Mara replied around a bite of cereals. "If I leave, they'll go all soggy."

Hinoto sighed and kept working on the omelletes. Someone dependable would have to make sure the crew was fed.

Miyoko was in no mood to wait for food. If there was one thing the previous mission had taught her, it was to always sit down and eat as soon as possible before the ship got ambushed or invaded. She peeked her head into the kitchen upon hearing the discussion. "Good morning. Is there something I can do to help you finish?" She looked speculatively at the boxes of cereal. She'd never really cooked before, but she was almost certain that she could prepare cold cereal without causing too much of a disaster.

"It appears that they have things under control, Saito-Hei. Your help is not necessary."

The reply, dead in tone as usual, came from the immediate area behind Miyoko. There, peering over the shorter Sensors Specialist as he eyed the morning spread pensively, stood an early morning version of Nitô Heisho Ashitaka Sanjuro.

Apparently, Sanjuro often put the morning meal before his morning hygienics, obvious given the lack of profession clothing or uniform. In its place Sanjuro wore in a dark red silk robe, not a wrinkle in sight of course, that fit the Medical Officers' form fairly well behind the tightly-wound matching red sash. He wore pants and slippers of the same material and in the same state of cleanliness, and obviously had found enough time to fix any and all discrepancies his pillow had put on his hair...not a single strand was out of place.

He remained silent as his eyes played over the food before him. He frowned at the cereal...especially the Anti-Matter O's. He recalled a particular article in his subscribed Health net-zine stating the incalculable amounts of additives and sugars present in but a single O, and quickly decided against it. The omelets, however, seemed to be more appeasing...but Sanjuro still did not like the idea of eating something with the contents being unknown to him. Sanjuro resolved to silently stand there and assess each omelet to discover the contents. As well as wait for the coffee to reveal itself.

Yoroko walked into the changing room, and despite the zombie-like haze that shrouded her thoughts as well as vision she managed to find an empty locker in which to place her belongings.

Yoroko plodded over to the showers after she had managed to put her belongings in the locker. "Ohayo" Yoroko mumbled to Kotori as she plopped on a stool, perhaps a little to forcefully, her face becoming briefly contorted. "Ittaiiiii" Yoroko squeked out before turning on the shower and letting the water run down from her head to the rest of her body.

Serizawa pondered carefully just what Sora would look like with short hair while he waited for Sora to dry herself. It was hard to visualize accurately just how it would look considering there were so many ways one could cut their hair short. Furthermore, ascetics were not one of Serizawa's strong points.

"I forget how difficult it can be to wash all that hair," he admitted.

While it might be convenient for Sora to groom a short head of hair, Serizawa thought she looked pretty good with long hair. He figured it wise not to push the issue and start the day worrying about small things like hairstyles.

Yuril casually strolled herself into the mess and noted it was largely empty.

Guess everyone thought going to shower or something was more appropriate... Oh well. I guess that means they'll be largely empty later!

The thought of being able to bathe or shower in peace for a change was of great appeal to the neko. It'd been a long time since she had that kind of peace and quiet...

"Wonder what is cooking... Something smells good."

She began to search for the smell of what seemed to be rice and eggs.

Soon after Miyoko went to the kitchen, Kai realized the smell of food was coming from there. first figuring someone might bring it out, he simply sat. but then, after Sanjuro and Yuril walked passed him without so much as a glance and entered the kitchen, He also got up and followed them, hoping the place was big enough for all of them. "Nn Yuril-Chan, how are you this morning?" he asked his friend, following close behind her.

The adrenaline from Takuma's nightmare slowly started to fade away, making him feel tired again. With how bad he was at directions, being tired didn't make things any easier. Luckily, he saw someone turn a corner up ahead so he wandered that direction, making to the wardroom in record time.

Upon his arrival, all he saw to welcome him was an empty room. Even the person he followed already disappeared. He didn't notice that everyone was just on the other side of the door, so he just took a seat and flipped out his datapad, glancing through the ship's schematics.

Hinoto shot Mara with another exasperated look at the latter was singlehandedly working to empty eight cereal bowls on her own and fished out the omelets she was working on in plates before taking a tomato and swiftly hacking it into slices she distributed, along with a couple of salad leaves in each, a small branch of raisins, a fews slices of cheddar cheese. She then quickly set them over the serving counter.

"Here," Hinoto said, sounding somewhat harried. "I'm sorry, the tables aren't set and ustensils haven't been distributed - someone else will have to do it. I will be along with a warm loaf of crusted bread and beverages soon."

* * *

In the baths, Kotori looked up from running her washing towel over her arm. "Good morning, Mizuno-san. Will you be alright?" The cold water had made the Taisa's skin so pale that it sharply contrasted with her long black hair - soaked at it was - as it spilled down like a ink black curtain.

"I can at least set the table." Miyoko inwardly smiled at the fact that Hinoto had admitted that she needed some help--the last thing she needed at this time of day was to be embarassed in front of Sanjuro. After grabbing some silverware, she took an omelette-bearing plate in each hand and turned around, making a show of squeezing past the medical officer on her way out of the kitchen.

Sora smiled brightly. "I'll wait on the haircut then. Let's go get dressed then get something to eat. You'll need your energy for tonight," she said in that shy, quiet way of hers as she gathered her things and then started towards the door.

Her damp, long red hair was half laying partially over her right shoulder as she walked quickly out of the public baths. She felt the desire to escape the place as she took into consideration that she and Serizawa would have too express more care in their actions in the future.. this was a different ship and crew entirely than before.

It didn't take long for the scene in the public baths to get a little more lively.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Almost bowling over poor Sora came the streaking engineer, Tom Freeman, his Raltean pride in plain view, his towel a waist-cape blowing in the wind behind him, destroying any semblance of modesty.

For some reason, he was always his wildest at bath time.

He grinned with mad joy at Sora as he slipped past her and slid, a little too hard, into a shower stall, padding himself against the wall with his shoulders. "Haha! I love it!"

Tom slung his towel off, turned on the shower and began to rinse off with cold water. He giggled as he skipped in place, his teeth chattering, but his jovial attitude only slightly subdued.

Sora didn't know what hit her as she almost fell over onto the deck. She managed to turn on her antigravity fast enough to stay above the floor before she righted herself. Her cheeks were a bright red. "Nan?!" She squeaked as she watched the blur of flesh and blonde hair fly by.

She adjusted herself after gaping at Tom in disbelief before she regained her composure and looked away her her laying flat for a few moments. "Y..you have too much energy, Freeman-Juni."

Yuril smiled at her friend from Fort Ready.
"I'm doing just fine, thank you. It is a little... Different being able to wake up in such a normal manner." she giggled, "A little different also not having to undress and shower in front of everyone as well."

After Yoroko had been thoroughly soaked she reached down for the nearest bottle on the floor and started to wash herself. "Un, I....don't handle the morning well...." she mumbled. As Yoroko washed herself she looked down at what she was using to clean herself with, it was shampoo. Yoroko whined a little bit before she switched to the body soap. As Yoroko was washing her hair when Tom came flying in. "Ohayo" Yoroko said turning her head to acknowledge the Yamataian before returning to washing herself.

After Yoroko finished washing herself she pulled her towel around herself and went into the baths. "Ohayo" Yoroko said to Masako, as she lowered herself into the scalding hot water.

Kotori watched Yoroko, noticing the lack of direct replies to her query, but then the Taisa just let it slide as being part of Yoroko's not handling morning well and concentrated against on washing herself.

She was soon done passing the washing towel on the pertinent parts of her body and moved on the the shampooing. As Sora had noted earlier, long hair took time and effort... but for some reason Kotori had always enjoyed tending her own hair.

Once she had shampooed most of her hair, the nekovalkyrja dipped her head under the shower so that the water would splash over the top of it and then run down. She closed her eyed and luxuriated under the drumming of the water over her scalp.

"Yeah, really" Kai replied "I never expected the Star army to be so nice after Fort Ready." When Miyoko Passed by, Kai moved out of the way making sure she had room "Well, Yuril-Chan, looks like we'll have our food soon enough." The Yamataian leaned against the nearest wall, waiting to see if they would deliver it or if he would have to get his own.

Serizawa, robed wrapped about his body, was about to follow Sora out of the baths when he saw Tom's body go sliding along the floor before him and crash into a shower stall.

Shaking his head at the sight, Serizawa sighed in disbelief, "It is too early in the morning for this kind of nonsense."

He scratched at his stomach, his hunger awakening along with the rest of his body. His desire to eat allowed him to quickly dismiss Tom's behavior so that he could fulfill one of his baser instincts with breakfast.

The scientist calmly moved to his flustered lover's side, he put a hand on her shoulder and said, "Lets go get dressed and and have breakfast."