City of Cresthall

The attendant walks over to the reception desk and checks some paperwork.

"Ah!" he finally says, "Yes. We have been expecting you. Mr. Sargt has made us aware the situation. Come. I shall give you all a quick tour."

Fast forward. (loud annoying old school cassette tape fast forwarding noise insert here)

"..which is, of course, cleaned three times a day so the water is always fresh and free of floaters. We hope you enjoy your stay here at blah blah blah." The attendant finishes, "Let us know if you have any questions."

He hands you all room keys, towels, and passes to access all of their services. Crispy grabs one of the keys and tosses it to Ashley, who was so beat she weakly lifted her arm to try and catch it, but the key clattered on the floor. 

"Ok, kids, let's rest up, clean up, eat up and meet back downstairs in the morning?" She partly asked, partly commanded beginning to walk away with Ashley to their room.

Ashley barley noticed as the key hit her in the face with a soft thud and fell into her hands.  Crispy quickly grabbed her hand and lead her off to who knows were.

Bennett looks around and looks back at Sargt. Sparring does sound nice... but I deserve a day to relax.

He grabs his room key and heads to his private sauna and bath and starts undressing, letting his armor fall to the ground, then his clothes underneath. He very slowly sits down and just relaxes his muscles and closes his eyes. When he opens his eyes he is not the spa anymore, he is somewhere dark. He rubs his eyes, but the darkness is still there. That is when a voice calls out to him, "Go, my champion. Go. Find. Seek." in a very monotone and deep voice that seems to echo around in the darkness. Bennett snaps up and he is back in the spa, and starts to feel a sharp pain just below his right ear, both his wrists, and his right bicep. He looks around for a nearby mirror and upon finding one notices that he has a tattoo of a mask where the faces are split between happy and sad. He looks at his wrists and sees he has the word "Agony" written in Abyssal on both of them. He looks at his bicep where he sees a blade, similar to his longsword, dipped in a vial of some kind. "What the **** is going on with me?" Bennett whispers to himself. He sits back down and spends the next couple hours "relaxing" in the spa.

Crispy and Ashley went to their room, like two weary soldiers.

"I never thought we'd get off that boat. I can't wait to unwind." she said.

As they entered, they both sighed in relief. They took a moment and looked around. A large bed, baths, a nice view, clean furniture. A painting on the wall. Crispy found a spot near some furniture and immediately started shedding her clothing down to her bra and underwear. She leaned her blade holster against the wall and put her dirty laundry in a sack and dropped it down the laundry chute to be cleaned. She found a mirror and looked at herself for a moment. She was a complete dirty mess, and even so, still looked amazing. She traced the lines of her stomach and was still amazed just a short time ago she was bit in half by a huge dragonturtle. She wanted to get flirty with Ashley but decided against it, as she probably wouldn't appreciate the fact that she was filthy in body, not just mind. She walked into the bathroom and turned on the tub faucet and waited for it to fill with nice hot water. 

"Oh Gods, this is gonna feel good." she moaned, dropping some soap into the water. She undressed completely and slowly stepped in, taking her time and sinking in. Her taught, tense muscles eventually relaxed, and she laid there for quite a while as she unwound. She washed up, cleaned her face, washed her hair, cleaned her nails, the whole nine yards. The water felt amazing and she could feel the stress and fatigue melt away.

She looked over to see what Ashley was doing.

Ashley, wanting to finally spend some private time with Crispy, went to join her for a bath. She sat on the end of the bed to properly undress and, before she could finish taking off her shoes, she passed out from weariness on the bed.

"Hey." Crispy called out. "Do you wanna get some room service? Or join me? I'm finally clean!"

No answer.

"Ash?" Crispy called out again. She leaned out of the tub over to find her completely knocked out. Poor thing. She thought. Eh. Let her sleep. She can bathe later.

Crispy finished her bath, and even though she didn't want to, she got out and dried off. Wow, I could get used to baths like that, she smiled. She put on some much more looser, revealing, more comfortable clothing, and fixed her hair in a ponytail. She moved Ashley's boots out of the way and made her as comfortable as possible while she slept. After that, Crispy went and sat on her side of the bed, completely clean and relaxed, and didn't fight the urge to sleep. She curled up next to where Ashley was and in a short while was completely out as well.

(Pretty much everything but the laundry chute.)

@Gasp

You all clean yourselves from your journey here and enjoy the pleasure of relaxing. After a few hours an attendant knocks at all your doors. They say that Master Opsola is here with their gold. 

Gasps eyes narrow, looking at the earings. All identical pieces...each giving a feint, familiar glow. That's when he sees the rune. His eyes widen and suddenly he can see them. The Wardens. The Judge. He sees the people, eyes wide and mouth open in a gasp as they see him. Gasp's heart races, and when one of the attendants approaches him to offer a towel, he bolts. A flash of dark feathers darts into a room, giving little heed to who's room it may be. He resists the urge to slam the door, instead, he closes it gently. The kenku slumps down to the floor, breathing heavily. If he could sweat, he'd be drenched in it by now. 

((At work.))

Bennett is putting on his clothes deep in thought when his door flies open. He immediately summons the longsword and points it at the intruder. "Oh. Shit. Sorry Gasp. Are you okay? What happened? Is everyone okay?" He dismisses the longsword and kneels next to Gasp.

Gasps eyes dart over to Bennett, focusing on him and the sword he conjured. The two seem to calm themselves at about the same time. The kenku looks back to the door and then to the single iron shackle still on his wrist. "Prisoner" Gasp mimics a voice that Bennett most likely hasn't ever heard before. It'd deep and firm and carries with it the certitude of authority. 

"Prisoner? What do you mean, Gasp? Did someone escape the prison here?" He pauses. "Are- are we prisoners here?"

Gasp shakes his head and shoves the shackle in Bennett's face. He then scrambles over to the bed maybe where some towels were left by the attendants. He picks them up as if to emphasize something and then tosses them back to the bed in exasperation. He sighs, unable to actually speak. 

Ashley is awoken by the sound of the knocking. She answers the door and accepts the gold. Soon after she realizes she fell asleep near fully clothed and notices Crispy on the bed next to were she was. Crispy is clean and looks soft. She gently kisses Crispy on the forehead and goes to draw her own bath, her dirty cloths being ritualistically folded in a neat stack to be cleaned later. This is the first tome she has been able to enjoy water in a few weeks and she takes her time to let the hot water do its thing. 

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Ashley is awoken by the sound of the knocking. She answers the door and accepts the gold. Soon after she realizes she fell asleep near fully clothed and notices Crispy on the bed next to were she was. Crispy is clean and looks soft. She gently kisses Crispy on the forehead and goes to draw her own bath, her dirty cloths being ritualistically folded in a neat stack to be cleaned later. This is the first tome she has been able to enjoy water in a few weeks and she takes her time to let the hot water do its thing. 

 OOC: I don't think the servants actually have the gold. I believe they're just letting us know Ominak has returned with it.

((Home now!))

Bennett senses Gasp's frustration and heads to a nearby desk and pulls out a sheet of paper and a pen and hands it to Gasp, "You may not be able to speak, but you should be able to write. Am I correct?"

Gasp nods and begins to scrawl on the paper. 

The servants are slaves! They have earrings that magically bind them!

Hatt passes some time dozing peacefully, but wakes feeling out of sorts and desperately wants a chance to talk to his companions, especially Gasp and Bennett, far away from Ominak and those who serve him.  As he's about to get up and try to find the others, the attendant knocks on the door and calls for them, so he goes out, refreshed and less tired than before.  On the way, if he runs into any of his companions, he will greet them, but also mention that he's keen to leave.  I feel a little uncomfortable amid such opulence; I'd rather find somewhere humbler, and more private, if we can?

Bennett nods to Gasp, "I figured. This seems like the type of society to have slaves. Since you have that shackle on, does that mean YOU are a slave, Gasp?"

At this moment the door knocks with the servant letting us know that our money is ready.

"Our money is ready, Gasp. Whenever you are ready, we can continue this talk, my feathery friend." He says the last part with his most charming and winning smile. "Let's go get paid."

Crispy dreamed.

As she slept, so relaxed after the bath, she dreamt. She was expecting another nightmare, but this time it wasn't. It was more like a conversation. She was in her casual clothing that she went to sleep in. It was cold, and dark. She couldn't tell where she was. A room? A washroom. The same washroom she cleaned up in. An huge mirror on the wall. It was very dark. The tub was full, the door was closed, and she didn't try to leave. She wasn't afraid, she was more curious. The large mirror was fogged up from the hot water of the bath and she saw her dark silhouette in the reflection. She slowly walked to the mirror and wiped the fog away on the glass with her palm.

It was her, and her heart began to beat much faster. It was her reflection, but it wasn't making the same pose as she was. She took a step back, startled. She stared at it for a moment, and her reflection smiled, cocked its head, folded her arms. Her reflection was completely cut up, bruised, beaten..yet powerful, and strong. A fire in her eyes.

Well, well, well. Look what we have here.
What the hell is this?
What does it look like?
Who are you?
Who do you think I am?
...You're me?
That's right. 
What do you want?
I'm here to remind you of something.
What?
You're getting weak. It makes me SICK. You're in love. I can see it on your face. You're changing. And for her? She's nobody.
That is not true.
Isn't it, though? Think about it. Why does it even matter? Why do you continue to fight who and what you are?
I don't like who I am. I hate myself. She makes me a better person. I didn't choose this life. This pain. Everyday is a struggle to try and not be an animal.
I can make things better. I can make the pain go away. Trade with me. Tag me in. Put your hands on the glass.
No. You'll hurt her. You'll hurt everybody. I love her.
I will make things better and give you pleasure you've never felt before. Let go. Let the instinct take over and be free.
No!
Put your hands on the glass! Release me!
NO!
PUT YOUR HANDS ON THE GLASS!!!
NNNOOOO!!!

Crispy startled awake. She covered her eyes with her hands and tried to slow her heartbeat. She realized she was in bed. Ashley! Her head jerked to her left, but she wasn't there. She must have gotten up. Sitting up a little too fast, she called out to here.

"Ash?"

Gasp let’s Bennett’s words hang there for a moment. No one has ever really taken an interest in his story before. That’s when the knock came. The money is ready. They can discuss this later. For now, Gasp just nods and goes with Bennett to collect their dues.