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Who: Errybody
What: HOT SPRINGS: HOT SPRINGS EDITION
Where: Hot springs. Different hot springs. Not the hot springs that turned everyone into six year olds.
When: March 25th - March 29th
Warnings: Cursed springs. Sex swapping.

Right outside the resort is the main attraction, a collection of natural hot springs, separated by gender with a co-ed spring in the middle. Despite it being late March, there's still a dusting of snow on the ground, making the warm springs all the more inviting.

If the main resort area is too crowded for you, there are whispers of a secluded, private spring down a secret path. It's supposed to be very nice--if you can find it.

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This is definitely nostalgic. While Samus had every reason to be suspicious that something horrible and awful might befoul her on this trip and that there was probably CURSED SPRINGS or SOMETHING WAS CURSED she was so tired of getting worked up about apprehensions and suspicions it and just wanted to enjoy them for what they were. If anything did happen, it would probably just result in a week of aggravation and annoyance. Like clockwork.

Was this what getting older and more jaded felt like? Maybe it was a little nice... felt like heat sinking in her tender back muscles, and soothing water running over her bare skin. Her home hot tub was nice, but this was rather luxurious in comparison.

It would be a lie to say she wasn't completely unobservant; bounty hunter habits died hard after all. The times she was in the women's only spring was for the purpose of added privacy and she certainly wouldn't appreciate that being interrupted (or peeped on, bathing unashamedly nude as she was). Co-ed spring was a different story (a towel was at least definitely present) but Samus was not exactly very social to begin with, keeping to the empty and secluded boundaries of the spring and looking like she didn't want to be bothered.

...especially since she was still wearing her gun in and out of all the springs, strapped tightly to her thigh.

Well, her suspicions were correct. At least if you considered Liquid to be cursed, as he certainly did. So far, however, he had managed to avoid falling prey to any curses. Indeed, he wasn't even aware they existed.

Liquid was never the most modest of people himself, but walking into the women's hot springs was entirely accidental. His mind was distracted for once; no excuse, he knew, but it did happen sometimes.

It took just a moment - just long enough to notice the blonde woman - for him to realize. "...Ah. Excuse me," he began and started to turn and leave.

...It was then that his eyes laid upon something... enticing. Something smooth and firm, just the right size for a strong hand to grasp. Pausing, he glanced back to eye it again, unabashedly. After all, what was the point in shame?

"You must have a good hand if you're able to handle a gun like that with your hands wet," he remarked, intrigued.

When he entered, she greeted him with a not-so-friendly narrowing of the eyes, but nothing more. Getting up from her spot to shoo him away only after she had just gotten comfortable wasn't anything Samus was terribly eager to do unnecessarily. Liquid seemed to realize his error and was turning to leav--

"..."

No. He saw something he liked. He was either very brave, or very foolish, Samus decided.

Slowly, she reached for the pistol and removed it from the holster. It broke the surface of the steamy spring waters glistening and dripping, but still entirely functional. Samus made no effort to remove the safety, and opted to twirl it lazily around her finger. Hardly with the flair of Ocelot's gun-twirling, but casually enough none the less.

"Would you like to find out?" It was an invitation, a challenge, and a threat all in one. Not once did she take her eyes off him the entire time, like a hunter staring down prey.

Voile definitely would have admitted that she was more comfortable in the female's side of the hot springs. At least she was up until she saw Samus. Voile knew who she was remotely. Knew she was an instructor. Knew she was a bit stoic and brooding - at least from her own observation. But to be fair, Voile had never taken the time to really get to know the woman. From an outside perspective, Samus Aran was the painted portrait of maturity. And even further from that, Voile definitely felt a little intimidated by that simple truth of the matter.

She felt incredibly modest next to the blonde. If she'd had any plans of removing the towel she was hugging to her, the desire seemed to melt away rather quickly. Samus was undoubtedly taller, stronger, more curvaceous from what Voile could see. So that was what it meant to be a real human woman. Voile's hands lifted and she played at the odd little spikes that poked out from under her head. She wondered idly if she would have been happier to be more like Samus. What a pretty woman.

When she realised she was staring, she swallowed whatever courage she had left and bashfully cleared her throat. "Uhm. Hello! Do you mind if I join you?"

Samus would make for a poor bounty hunter if she didn't learn to recognize when eyes were on her for longer than a fleeting glance, even in her very relaxed state. She paid the other women here little mind, barely even acknowledging their presence at all with a tip of her head in greeting, if that.

To Voile's, she raised a brow questioningly.

"Technically you already have." That wasn't necessarily a YES or a NO but pointing out the fact this was one, large, singular body of water they were, indeed, technically already sharing. Samus didn't look terribly inviting but she didn't make any obvious effort to shoo the student away either.

If anything her blue eyes briefly flickered to the odd little spikes that adorned her head. It was a fleeting but curious observation.

"Er..."

It wasn't the smoothest way for things to begin, admittedly. But it was better than a whole slew of other possibilities that Voile had been circulating about in her mind. Samus wasn't actually telling her to get out and one had to take what they could get. Besides, it was an opportunity to get to know her, which was really the Gardevoir's intent. It never hurt to acquaint herself with another.

Or so she hoped.

Then she nodded and settled down, trying not to fidget with her hands. Upon the realisation that she couldn't bring herself to stop that just yet, she simply did so where Samus couldn't see. "You're... one of the instructors, right? I have seen you around a lot, but I'm not in your class, so I don't really know what you teach..."

There was another tip of her head, a single nod to confirm her assumption. "Biomech and Armed Weaponry."

Wouldn't be the first time long-time students had little knowledge of her class. Some students had never even seen a gun before in their entire life, let alone handle one in her class. From her visits with Kanto, Pokemon themselves seemed to replace the need for firearms for all their spectacularly versatile (and destructive) abilities. Mostly, anyway. Wouldn't put it past any of the other supernatural shape-shifting creatures in the same vein.

Much the same, Samus knew the student's face, knew she was a student and if she had to make an educated guess from the head ornaments and unusually colored hair and eyes, not likely "human". That was fine, and she felt at ease in her presence; Samus wasn't entirely "human" either.

"It's never too late to sign up if you're interested." She offered.

What and what.

Except Voile didn't ask because she was pretty sure even with an explanation, she wouldn't get it at all. It just sounded complicated and she wasn't good with anything that was complex. Because she was complex.

Instead, she blinked as she listened to Samus and somewhere along the lines of thought, she'd begun to play with her hair. There certainly was a lot of it and in the event that she felt a little unguarded, she could always hide beneath it. Although she supposed in hindsight, that would have made her seem not only uninteresting, but also quite the glaring vulnerability. Not that Voile ever would have claimed to be anything in the category as possibly formidable.

"I..." she began somewhat weakly, wondering if she should just be honest or play a modest card. "...have no idea what any of that is. I-I mean, weaponry speaks for itself. I don't know how to use anything like that and..." So maybe it was better just to get to the core of things. "What... exactly do you instruct?" Because the more she thought about it, the more she believed Samus was teaching her students how to use some kind of weaponry.

Samus knew intimidation when she saw it, and it always felt like a jab in the back of her neck knowing how effortlessly she could be intimidating, without even thinking about it, without even trying. Made worse by the fact she never learned to remedy it, and subsequently stopped caring, which consequently probably makes her seem even more intimidating.

"Armed Weaponry is learning how to use long-range weapons." She answered dryly and factually, with no condescending tone. "I used to teach a broad spectrum when I first came here--anything from guns to bows and arrows, but as more faculty has been hired, I focus more on guns. It's what I'm most familiar with."

She paused only to assess the other woman's reactions, or if what she was saying seemed to make any sense before continuing.

"Biomech is short for Biomechanical Engineering. It's... a bit more of a hobby for me. I teach what it means to integrate technology with biology. Prosthetic limbs, cybernetics..."

There was a slightly longer pause this time, just a fraction of a second longer. More importantly her stoic face cracked; her brows furrowed, subtle as it was. "...Bioweaponry."

Guns. Something Voile knew nothing about and she was pretty sure that was obvious in her expression. But she listened intently because at the bare core of it all, it was rather interesting. She had nothing against knowledge and Samus certainly seemed to have a lot on it. But was knowledge really knowledge if she didn't understand?

She saw the way Samus' expression changed over time as she spoke. Was... this bioweaponry something she was passionate about? The gardevoir wasn't sure she wanted to start prying into feelings in any form. Not for this woman. Some things were not for her to know and she doubted Samus would appreciate it much if she started digging around in either the mental or emotional dealings she had going on.

Voile couldn't tell if she readily could do such a thing anyway.

"That... actually sounds very fascinating. Notably I don't understand every part of it, but I'd not considered crossing technology and biology. I suppose... I am more biologically adept. I don't really know anything about technology." Then she smiled sheepishly, "I only got one of those cute... mobile devices a couple months ago, and I've been here for a few years. It's a little silly."

If Voile took even the briefest of peaks, it would become readily apparent that the words alone invoked a lot of conflict and turmoil in the bounty hunter. Not all of it was necessarily bad, but it was something she could get passionate about very quickly. The Metroids were used as bioweapons. The Pirates used Metoids. The Federation used Metroids. The Federation used her. Samus herself was technically one too... bad, and good?

It was a touchy subject.

"A phone?" Samus guessed. "This planet still has a long way to come in terms of technology, comparatively to what I'm used to." It wasn't bragging so much as observation.

"There's been some surprises for me down here though." She elaborated, "Pokeballs, for example."

Falcon, being a relatively decent sort (maybe. most of the time), did not, in fact, follow Samus into the lady spring. Maybe if it had been three in the morning (and he was certain there would be time for that later), but for now he would be polite.

So while Falcon did not infringe on the privacy of the ladies, he was not necessarily above peeking through a crack in the fence to locate just where along the side of the spring Samus was resting and relaxing. He could definitely understand her wanting to get away from the co-ed springs, but why go where he could not follow. It tore his heart asunder as only she could tear.

Having located the back of her head, he pressed himself to the tiny peephole

and whispered.

"Psst. Samus."

Edited 2013-03-27 23:13 (UTC)

Only a few hours into this place Samus had already noticed some... gender shenanigans happening to some other unfortunate individuals present. She could only wonder how many and who many had become afflicted by the time she'd gotten settled into this spot of the spring, which didn't help narrow down the list of possible suspects identifiable by voice alone whispering at the back of her head.

Consequently spying on her...

"Am I going to have to guess who you are..."

She dryly answered the mysterious voice whispering at the back of her head.

"Yes," came his instantaneous reply. It seemed almost a little incredulous, as if wondering whether or not Samus was being facetious. He certainly wouldn't put it past her, of course.

If she didn't know it was him, of course, he certainly wasn't going to tell her. It was too much fun to be a total butt.

"Or you could come over here and find out for yourself."

Man, what a total butt. Although she was quickly narrowing down the list of possible suspects by the additional samples of his voice, and to those were were bold and daring enough to invite her over.

She slowly turned around, sinking lower into the water before lurching out of it, and resting on her elbows, breasticles conveniently hidden by the rocks at the water's edge.

"I'm over here for a reason." Her eyes darted to the top of the fence, then around, looking for any immediate, obvious cracks.

"There are better reasons for you to be over here," he replied without missing a beat, shifting to have his back against the fence, letting his head fall over his shoulder.

By this point, Falcon was mostly certain he'd given himself away, but the intention hadn't really been to disguise himself.

"I can list them for you, if you want."

An amused smile played on her lips, like it didn't want to belong there. Samus was almost positive this was Falcon, but a final confirmation couldn't hurt.

"I'll humor you." His list surely would give him away if he wasn't trying to disguise himself. By now she'd spotted a sizable peep hole and shuffled nearer to it, sounds of disturbed spring water and her voice being closer indicative of this.

"List them for me."

"First and foremost," he began, ticking the reasons off on his fingers even though she could not see, "I am much more enthralling than anything in that spring, I guarantee it."

Falcon was sure there were billions of reasons, practically. They'd be here until nightfall if he were to list them all.

"I am also more attractive than anything in that spring. I guarantee that too. I can go on if you like."

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SAMUS - Woman's spring or Co-ed Spring (open)

Women's Spring~

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BOTH SPRINGS

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Co-ed spring with AWKWARD ANGELS

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