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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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Some people might have opted to go with a bathing suit instead of the full monty for a dip in the spring. Then there was this guy, who was not shy about his ~~INEXPLICABLY RIPPED?!~~ body in the least.

At the moment he was submerged up to his chin in the water, seeming somehow serene. Was this really the same high-strung, loud-voiced student who overreacted about everything ever? Damn right it was. In this spring, there were no ranks or responsibilities. No stresses about maintaining law and order or keeping on top of his homework. Here he was not a model student or the head of the Disciplinary Committee, but just... Kiyotaka.

It was going to last all of twenty minutes or so unless something got him worked up even before that, but for now, he was completely relaxed. What a rare sight.

Initial sexswap: Night of March 25th, secret springs.
Shadow does love to relax, but crowds are not his thing. Does he really want to barge into the men's spring and chill with a bunch of younger peers? That would have been far too unlike him. Why would he ever think of doing that? How silly.

He doesn't even know how he finds his way to the nearly empty - if not entirely empty - spring a ways away from the others. The seeping heat burns, yet cools his skin in an odd mixture of steam and his own sweat. The enticing scent of nature hangs over the air, the boiling temperature heightening his senses and making the subtle aroma just that much more noticeable.

Deep inhalation...

... and heavy exhalation.

This is going to do just fine.

He slips inside, being careful to perch upon a rock so his head doesn't go under. (This is a pretty deep spring, more fit for a human than a hedgehog his size.) He feels mighty fine, albeit incredibly tingly, something he passes off as just the searing waters working their magic. He kind of doesn't notice the presence of somewhat more feminine features beginning to show themselves along his person as a result.

This is clearly bound to end well.

Sexswap: March 27th - 29th, unisex springs.
After Shadow finally decides to give up on hiding in his room for a long time, he manages to show himself at the unisex springs! Nothing at all suspicious, no, right? Given his feminine body isn't even that much of a change from his prior self - namely female genitals that can only be seen when in heat (which isn't about to happen, thankfully; no unwarranted yiff fests here, oh my goodness), sans very tiny breasts that are hardly noticeable anyway - he thinks he can get away without being caught. As long as he stays mostly submerged, he should be fine.

He's shoved into a corner of the springs, looking mighty irritated as he steers clear from the crowd around him. Like hell is he going back to those secluded springs. After what happened, he can't say he trusts them. What else but to be with these people, then? Pssh. What other choice does he have?

Whatever. He just hopes no one bothers him.

By that, I mean that he's totally open for bothering. The bait is out in the open, Smash folks. It's time to bite and get reeled into Crabbyland.

( first response to the initial gets dibs on witnessing shadow's freakout OH JOY. all others just get a grumpy femmehog stewing in the springs in either scenario. yep.

anyway, as it goes in the hotel log, respond with a scenario, any scenario. make sure you state which one in the title! i.e. "preswap," or, "sexswap, march 26th," or, "sexswap, 27th/28th/29th, (location)." this will avoid some possible confusion. C: )

[Copy X was feeling a little self-conscious about this trip, to be honest. He couldn't help feeling a little uneasy about his body. Not necessarily for the reasons the average person would, though -- he worried that someone would notice the obvious seams at his joints that marked him as visibly robotic. The real X looked perfectly human, down to the last detail, after all; putting that little inconsistency on display felt more than a little embarrassing.

Still, sitting alone in a hotel room all week would have been pretty boring, so despite his hesitation, he could be found soaking in the water most of the time.]

It was the second morning there. Chili wasn't sure why so many people were freaking out about turning into girls and how they managed to make that happen to them, but it wasn't about to happen to him! No way! He'd chalked it up to them just having bad luck, and if it hadn't happened to Chili, it sure wasn't about to!

But he wanted to go for another dip in the hot springs. Ah... that would be nice. Early, early in the morning, Chili headed out with a towel and entered the unisex springs, wondering if he might find somebody he knew there. Like Cress or something, considering... what happened to him. Her. Erm.

Well, at least he thought he was headed for the unisex springs. The trail sure was windy to get there!

Once he found the secret spring, Chili smiled broadly. "Whoa, I must've found a secluded spot! All right!" he said to nobody in particular. Needless to say, he was pleased with his find. And then, he went to take a step in. He stuck his foot in and decided that it was time to relax.

It's time to relax is synonymous with it's time to experience regret.

When Connor was told everyone was going on a trip out of blue, Connor had no idea how to feel.

What?

Everyone was taking a trip for leisure? Now??

WHY?

Connor didn't want to have any part of this. He would've vocally expressed on how much he didn't want to go and how ridiculous it was.

...Until someone (can be whomever), would force him to get on that damn bus and lighten up. Killjoy, thy name is Connor.

He stayed quiet and kind of unsocial until they reached the destination. He skipped the hotel for now, and instead surveyed the place.

...The resort was...nice?

And there were hot baths here that admittedly took Connor's attention. The warmth of the water beckoned him, and he would soon learn that it would soothe him so well.

But he was unsure if he wanted to bathe right now. That is, until he found an empty spring deep in the resort as he almost aimlessly explored.

Huh.

...

...

After looking around, he took off the clothes he came with and hopped right in.

He was right to assume this would soothe him. It felt...so good. The heat calmed his muscles and his nerves seemed to leave him.

He closed his eyes and drifted off a little even...this felt, nice.

It will take just a bit for the, ahem, effects to get a hold of him. Care to join him?

Eventually...HER??

Hot springs weren't exactly something she had ever encountered before. The idea of just relaxing almost seemed foreign. That was what nobles did, who had nothing better to do with their time. Manah was a revolutionary, not some princess.

Then again, here she was just a guidance councilor who needed guidance herself. Relaxing wouldn't be that out of the question. So she picks a spring and goes with it, wrapped in a very long towel. Public baths aren't necessarily an unknown, but she has her modesty.

[The springs are divided by gender, we all know that.

Well, most of us know that. The signs labeling the springs don't mean much to the illiterate. Some helpful soul had been nice enough to delay disaster by directing Kieran into a more male-friendly spring, but the emphasis here is on "delay." He wanted to know why one of the springs was forbidden, and the best way to satisfy curiosity is to take the direct route, of course. He stood out of the water, looking at the wall dividing the springs, clearly hoping that he'd find a spot to get a peek into what was so off-limits about the neighboring spring.

Well, this was clearly something that warranted immediate discouraging. Or encouraging.]

[Alorah didn't mind crowds, per se. She didn't like feeling too cornered, but she was perfectly content to sit in the corner of a busy space and simply enjoy people-watching. She could have made a pleasant enough trip out of that alone, sure, but to be honest, she was at her happiest when she could be by Gold's side.

A quick peek into the co-ed spring had made it apparent that he wasn't there, so Alorah had decided to wander, thinking maybe he'd found his way to some other spring. She couldn't exactly go looking into the men's spring to make sure, after all. If nothing else... it'd be a nice, relaxing walk on a secluded path. It was awfully pretty here, even if the lingering snow did make it a bit chilly for her tastes.]

She was grateful for a place to bathe that didn't involve sharing the space with others. Back home, it was a quick reminder of what was and was not appropriate behaviour befitting a woman of regal bearing. So many things were already pushing against that line, but she had handled them as gracefully as she could. Sharing a hot spring, however, was the boundary at which she would not willingly cross.

Hot springs were meant to be private as far as she was concerned, and she would take her privacy by the horns and into her own control. Which meant investigating the pleasant rumour of the quiet springs away from the undoubtedly noisy and rowdy shared pools.

It'd give her time to think. That was what she'd thought as she'd managed to claim the spring to herself. At least for the time being. For the gods knew how long that would last and ultimately, it wouldn't be the fair princess at all, but rather a prince in her stead.

It wasn't what he was expecting. He hadn't hated it, of course, but it wasn't exactly on his list of priorities. But since everyone else was having a good time, there was no reason he couldn't do the same. That meant, housing a cig between his lips, shutting his eyes, and slipping his arms behind his head.

Heaven, if such a place existed, and it was easy to question just such a thing.

Any other time, perhaps he would have gone hunting for the ladies and undoubtedly, he had his plans to do exactly that. At some point. Yet, that didn't seem to be quite as high on his list of things to do as it was to simply take the time to think.

[Ocelot can be found at the Mens' Spring this day. But he's not in the water yet... wearing just a towel, he's wandering around the outside of the spring, apparently looking for something. He stops at one spot to the next, examining small trees growing nearby. Finally, he seems satisfied by what he sees, and twists a nice leafy young branch until it breaks free. He twirls it a bit, nods to himself, then heads back towards the spring area with the branch gripped in his hand.]

[Now what could he be up to?]

I've needed this.

It was the winning thought as Nabooru hoisted her hair up in some halfhearted attempt to keep it in some kind of remote order. It was too long to leave down and the hot springs were no ordinary bath. But there was too much hair to pile it upon her head. In the end, keeping her hair neat and orderly wasn't possible, but she was able to keep it out of her face.

Melting into the water seemed like a good idea, though. The last time she'd been in a hot spring, things hadn't gone according to plan. So far, the present was a significant improvement, in her opinion. She could keep an eye on the students and enjoy herself. Who was she kidding really, though? Nabooru wasn't keeping an eye on anyone.

Fine, Cyrus would take the bait. There was no way this distraction was focused on him, since the Hands had demonstrated previous similar irrational activity.

Just the same, he was taking his briefcase with him, instructing Honchkrow and Crobat to guard the valuable notes and half-written speeches and back-up laptop therein.

Sinnoh had a few hot springs, so he wasn't unfamiliar with the processes, but it was something he hadn't experienced in a long time, and the heat took some getting used to, even with the courtyard being as humid as it was.

He stepped into the spring cautiously, noting any possible sign of instability that might cause a slip, but the stones were surprisingly sturdy. And there were no raucus Ambipom around to splash about in the water and deposit who-knew-what parasites (he had tried to check when he was a child, but the staff had frowned on the use of his chemistry set. What did they think he had packed it for?).

Whatever. Since his mind worked so hard, it was good to find some time for his body to relax.

He sat on a seat-hight outcropping, leaning back against the natural wall and watching the steam rise into the sky.

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Virtually the first thing Pit does when he gets to the resort is hop on into the hot springs. Ergo, he's the first one in. Out of everyone.

There is one small problem, though...

He's fully clothed. Uh-oh! That's a big no-no! For being the number one fan of hot springs, Pit sure didn't bother to dress down for them properly. He's too busy laughing and giggling and swimming around burbling something about how he didn't know how he could live so long without springs to notice the occasional dirty look given by passing staff.

((I accept (and encourage!) more than one person per thread!))

Schezo never liked being around a large group of people, so he did his best to pick the times when the least amount of people would be in the spring. Naturally, it fell during the nights, when other people would be asleep.

As he sat down in the steaming water Schezo let out a relaxed sigh and enjoyed the moonlit night sky.

Hot springs were known to be healthy and even therapeutic. While Liquid had put off the risk of being caught unarmed for at least one day, the temptation to ease his muscles after his prolonged training period was too much. So he chose a time when surely few people would be around, and slipped down to the spring. Bathing suits were for civilians. Real men took their dips in the buff.

As the warmth sank into his tired muscles, he heaved a sigh of relief. There was no telling how long before other people came along, but for this one moment, there was peace. Despite that, he refused to relax. Closing his eyes, he listened intently for any sign of people coming near. Mm, warmth. It reminded him of the desert sun, a little. Only much wetter.

Ahhh... she had tried the heat in the women's spring a little earlier in the day, and had wanted to give this one a go too ~~to enhance the amount of cr~~. As she sank down to her collarbone in the piping water, she began to slowly undo her braids. This was total relaxation. And best of all, she was alone!

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.

Oh hell yes, a completely empty spring that was all hers for the taking!

"CANNONBAAAAAALL!" Kumatora roared as she jumped in with a splash, and no lifeguards around to scold her for causing a fuss. She paddled to the side and lay with her head in her arms and eventually dozed off.

Naturally, Pit, being so gung-ho about hot springs as he is, had to dunk himself in every pool possible- even the ones that only went as high as his ankles. So when he found the secret springs, he was overjoyed and did not hesitate one bit to take a dip.

He did not realize this as a fatal error. Not even after the fact.

He stayed there for quite a while, relaxing in this lonesome tranquility. What he didn't notice, however, was that his... er, "sacred treasures" had undergone quite a modification. That was it, though. His hair length and everything else about him hadn't really changed much. And he was wearing clothes- tight black underarmor that, to the observer, would still betray his sex swap by the way its wet fabric clung so tightly against his perky chest. But how could he notice when it was submerged beneath the water?

Wow, it sure was getting lonely back here, though. Pit silently hoped someone else would find this secret spring and join in.

It was a less than ideal situation to begin with.

With spring starting up, Vinnie could feel his flowery bits ready to turn him into a one man walking pollen factory. It was going to happen soon, he knew. So the fact that it was now of all times to go to a hot springs? He really didn't want to be on the receiving end of someone complaining about flower spunk in the shared pool.

Which sucked, because he really did enjoy hot springs - it was a pretty fun the last time he went. So he figured, maybe if he found a smaller pool, out of everyone's way and took a dunk in the evening, things would go okay.

And it worked out about as well as he really should've suspected.

Still, it was all probably temporary, as usual - so Vinnie really didn't see the point in hiding away out of embarrassment. Fuck that. But when it came to taking any more soaks, he'd just stick to evenings at the co-ed pool.

All they'd wanted was some private time. And that was hard to get in co-ed springs. Voile wasn't particularly keen on advertising her relationship with Marie and it didn't take much observance to know that he felt precisely the same way. Consequently, if they were going to do anything together, they had to do so away from prying eyes and ears. And if that secret spring was anything the way whispers were making it out to be... it must have been pretty darn secret.

Donned in a flowery robe of pastel shades, Voile had wound an arm around Marie's and was gently tugging him along, not thinking it impossible that he probably would have been happier being left alone in one of the resort rooms. But he was humouring her, just as he frequently did, and it made her want to burst with some form of foreign joy.

"Thank you for coming along," she reassured him with a reserved smile. "I'm happy that we get to do at least something together."

Eggman knew enough about events at this school to know that he had to be exceptionally careful even on vacations. So he only went into springs he knew were safe, either by watching other people get cursed by them, or conducting experiments. Did he warn anybody of his findings?

Of course not.

Now if someone intended to push him into a cursed spring and see what happened...

25th: Jolt was so stoked to get into those hot springs that he failed to read up on the curses. Or maybe it was because he was new to the whole "life at Smash Academy is nothing but misery and body horror" thing. Woe be to the one with him when he got himself cursed.

26th: Jolt was going to TRY not to let the curse ruin her vacation. She still wanted to enjoy the springs... she was just going to be very careful about it now.

Banjo loved having him some relaxation. And a hot spring was perfect for that. He had made it this far without getting cursed, and he was blissfully ignorant of the nature of the cursed springs. How long he stayed that way was another matter.

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Evening of the 25th; Men's Spring

anywhere, multi-scenario; entire trip (sans 26th).

Co-ed spring, whenever [open]

Morning of the 27th - Secret Springs

25th; Secret Springs...eventually moves all over the spring grounds, intital swap and then swap

around mid-day every day (pick one), coed springs