User blog comment:Affectos/Role-Play 2: An Agent Paradise/@comment-1674153-20130717224439

(OK guys...watch this magic work.)

While the others went straight to the whirlpool, Sandy was gripped by the urge to explore in his baby blue swim suit. He was acutely aware that his playful side was being enhanced by his desire to avoid the thought of Felix, but with a bright smile he grabbed a sinfully fluffy white towel and began to poke around.

He first ducked into the locker area, apperciating the pale green colour of the lockers and sandwood benches. He ran his hands along the lockers with a light thudding as his hand slipped from one door to the next. They were large enough to fit a person in, he noted mischieviously.

He was still entertaining that thought when he ran face first into a wall.

Except the wall oofed in surprise.

Clearly something was off here.

When Sandy looked up, he realize he had just run into a very tall, very glamourous looking man - he looked slightly familiar, actually. But he was also In a towel - Sandy wasn't going to forget that fact anytime soon - so that may have just been it.

The man looked at Sandy neutrally, even with a slight amount of disdain, before telling him, "Watch where you're going next time."

As Sandy watched the man walk off - in a towel - he stuck out his tounge at the man's back.

"Jackass," he mumbled, before raising his hand in a victory position. "To the sauna!"

...

Bri, in her changing room, was having bit of a problem getting around. The room had several ladies inside in various states of undress in a very heated, but interestingly very thinly polite, discussion.

"Mrs. Prill, I'm afraid you are just not aware of the beauty that Stanley's love for Monica holds in relation to the story line. After all, the show's key theme is life and loss," one rather large woman said, her brown curls bouncing with every vowel.

"Oh, Mrs. Rubineck," trilled a sharp woman with owl eyes, "To say that life and loss is a theme would be like to say the play is named after Hamlet - evident to anyone's eyes but offering no barings to the inner working of the show at all."

A third woman butted in with, "Ladies, while you have wrapped yourself into a fit over such rudimentary discussion, you have failed to identify with the pain that Mr. Barten suffers from loving Monica's twin sister in vain."

Mrs. Rubineck seemed to puff up like a balloon at that. "That is simply not worth discussing, Mrs. Chang."

Mrs. Chang flushed red and seemed about ready to retort when a different, smaller voice rose up hestitantly. "I've always rather enjoyed the love of Helena for Tyler. It's a beautiful story."

The other women, including the three who had most recently been talking, looked at the owner of a voice, a woman much younger than all of them, with an almost mousy look to her, in the corner. Suddenly, each of the ladies burst out laughing.

"Miss Rose, what humour!" Ms. Prill almost cackled. "To say that Helena's infatuation for Tyler is beautiful...how silly! If only your mother was here to hear you say that!"

Miss Rose, for her part, paled and ducked her head. She then started to change into her normal clothes as fast as possible.