jana jezeršek knows how to make an exit (portares) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2013-06-19 23:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log, jana jezeršek, noah maloney |
WHO: Jana Jezeršek [SLOVENIA] and Noah Maloney [IRELAND]
WHAT: Jana accidentally teleports in on Noah taking a shower. Oops.
WHEN: Wednesday, June 19th sometime after training.
WHERE: The boys bathroom on the 6th floor.
WARNINGS: Implied nakedness, wet t-shirts, and talks of fetish clubs.
STATUS: Complete
Toucan Training wasn’t so bad, Trask still working his distracted single parent schtick and fostering them off on surveys and forms more often than not. It was more the principle of it that Noah objected to. Noah was objecting to a lot these days, though mostly internally in sound bites directed either to himself or emails he fantasized sending to his parents. Even on the Undernet, while for the first time he felt able to let himself uncoil slightly, not having to self-edit so much, he tended to listen and reason more than vent. His default setting when faced with negativity was to float through, attempt to weather it somehow, oil on water. Or more like a piece of driftwood which someone who was being sucked under could cling to, gain some buoyancy from if it all got too much. But essentially, directionless. His phone sat securely on the top shelf of the cubicle (thanks, Oscar). He kept it within sight as he squirted shampoo into his wet palm. Jana hated training. She hated IVI. She hated IVF. Most of all, she hated that she allowed herself to be taken so easily and hadn’t bothered putting up a fight. Her parents had risked everything getting her away from officials and she had just given into them so easily. The only benefit she could see in this place was that she was able to teleport so freely, which she did constantly. Unlike being on the run where she had to do it in secret, Jana could do it as much as she pleased within the grounds of IVI. Down the steps, across the cafeteria, drunkenly home on Pub Night. She did it all. And today, thanks to a slight misjudgement in distance, she ended up teleporting into the shower currently occupied by Noah. “WAARGH!” The bar of soap slid out of Noah’s hands. Quickly he moved to cover himself, wishing that he’d been one of those blokes who actually used a wash cloth. Generally speaking, he had no problem with a fit bird sharing a shower with him, but prior knowledge was the deal clencher when it came to the difference between an enjoyable experience and a startling one. “What the hell?” One moment she was standing in the lobby and the next she was being soaked by water to her face. Disoriented, Jana flailed for a moment as she tried to turn herself around, but it wasn’t long before the voice screamed out and her arm hit something fleshy. Oh God. She had teleported herself into a shower. “I did not mean to do this!” she quickly explained as the water started to soak through her t-shirt. “It’s – shit, fuck, bollocks - okay.” Remembering that he of course had touched his own towel, Noah gave it a mental nudge, making it flap onto the floor and crawl its way up his leg before knotting itself very securely around his waist. “Animation – I can make objects move,” he said by way of explanation, as even in IVI, towels moving across the floor of their own accord were a somewhat unusual occurrence. He then concentrated very hard on keeping his eyes above the neckline of the (rather fit, it had to be said) girl’s shirt, which had started to become transparent. Doing the polite thing, however, he gave the showerhead another command and made the nozzle swing itself to the side so that it was no longer spraying Jana, then reached over to turn the tap off. “So, how often does this happen to you?” he asked. “Gotta say, it’s a first for me.” Now that the water was out of her face, Jana finally had the opportunity to look and take in her surroundings plus her nearly see through t-shirt. Quickly, she crossed her arms over her chest as she did her best not to look downward at Noah’s... well. This was awkward. “Does what happen often? Seeing naked men in the shower or accidentally showing up places?” Because the first part basically never happened. “The latter,” he said, reaching over to his clean pile of clothing and handing her his own t-shirt - again, managing not to look at the goods. “What’s the strangest place you’ve ever been? I mean, present location excluded.” Taking the shirt, she quickly slipped it over her head and moments later the sopping wet one was removed. Jana would make sure to return it once she was somewhere not in the shower. “The strangest?” Tilting her head to the side, she thought about it a moment. “I accidentally teleported myself into one of those fetish clubs in Amsterdam when I first arrived. Very strange. To each their own, I guess.” “A fetish club?” If Noah had a drink in his hand, he would have choked on it. Instead, he hooted with laughter. “That must have given them quite a start. Weirdest thing I’ve done with my power is before I was able to control it properly, I once animated my alarm clock so that it ran around my room in the mornings; I’d have to get out of my bed and chase and catch it to be able to turn it off.” He realised it was probably a bit odd, standing here and making small talk quite casually with a (former) classmate who had just teleported into his shower. “Well then. This has been suitably eventful. No hurry on giving that back, yeah?” He motioned towards his top which Jana was now sporting. “It’s not one of my favourites.” “Ja,” she answered with a matter-of-fact nod. “I do not understand nipple clamps, but whatever floats your ship.” At her failed attempt at an idiom, Jana gave a little smile as if to congratulate herself for a job well done for mastering another part of the English language. “And that sounds like the most annoying clock to ever have existed.” She then looked down at the shirt and nodded. “Okay. Thank you. I will let you get back to being naked now.” And before he could even reply, she disappeared just as quickly as she had appeared to interrupt his shower. |