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[nomen_est_numen]

Shen did not quite manage to find an outdoor hot tub (he read the map wrongly), but he did find an indoor one in a place with openable windows. He has done just that in order to let the fumes escape, and is currently soaking blissfully in hot, vapourous water.

He is certain nobody will come in with the fumes of melting polymer everywhere. Assured of his privacy, then, he shivers his feathers, fanning out his tail and creating rather a lot of splashing in order to clean all of said feathers. About the only birdish thing he doesn't do right now, between the wing-flapping and the feather-shaking is verbalise any kind of sound.

So. There are fumes seeping out of the windows. And rather a lot of random splashing going on inside. What the hell?

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[trustycrowbar]

[Lo and behold, the first person to notice him was the one who prescribed it in the first place. The most common breeding grounds for hot tubs are near the swimming pools in fitness centers. Gordon had just recently been reminded he can swim (after bouncing into a pond over at the park) and was planning to use that fact to mediate some of his rapidly-dwindling muscle mass.

[The green fumes catch his curiosity and in he goes, and he boggles in the doorway at the five-foot peacock birdbathing-it in the hot tub.]

...So. How's it working? [Is the only thing he can say.]

[nomen_est_numen]

Flutterflutter splash. Splashity splash flutter splash splish sploosh. FLutter.

FluttersplooshWARK!

"Wha--? Who's there?"

[trustycrowbar]

Easy, Featherduster. 'S just me.

[Somehow or another he managed to get a hold of some orange swim trucks (He wasn't crazy about the color, but they were cheap.) and a towel over his shoulders. He leans against the doorway.]

What'd I say? Told you steam would work.

[nomen_est_numen]

Shen has sunk down into the water until all one can see is his head.

"Ahem. Yes. Yes, it seems to be working quite well."

A beat.

"Thank you. For--for suggesting this, I mean."