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They enter.

That simple, no dramatics, no fanfare, just tired faces. Faith's body is covered in streaks of brown-red, the result of trying to clean off blood without time or water to do it properly, and the rest don't look much better. Dirt, sweat, blood--in some cases their own, in some others', because you can get things cleaned up, bandaged, but the long showers that get it clean in the end, that takes time. There's the scent of violence, smoke, gunpowder, ash, tears, anger, all around them, and they are tired, and dirty, but they're alive, and not hurting too badly.

They enter: Ace, Faith, Kitty, Susannah, Zoe, and the door closes behind them.

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Damn straight she has. He stands, reluctantly, and offers his hands to her.*

Allow me to guide you m'lady?

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Her hands tighten around his, and she allows him to pull her to her feet.

Obviously, sitting down was a mistake. Ow.

"Stop at the Bar for asprin?" She asks as she leans against him, her empty pack hanging low off the opposite shoulder.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Got some in my pack. I'll give it to you when we get to the shower. Stopping can be dangerous.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Right." Ace agrees. Momentum, that's the key. Keep moving so it all can't catch up to you. "Lead on to showers."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim guides her carefully into the staff wing, kicks open thier drawer, then drags her towards the bathroom.*

Baby, doule wide....

*It helps to have magical assitance. And I bet you thought the only reason Tims cell adjoined the Offices was for speed. But yup, when that door opens, it's a nice big spacious shower, four nozzles, and a couple of seats along the walls.*