Sunday Bloody Sunday

[Carthrat]

"I see," replies Shizue, leaning back in her chair, remarkably unfazed. "For now, it looks like you could use some rest. And maybe a shower. I'll have details worked out for you in a few hours, but for now, head back outside.

Barry can see that you get what you need..."

[Bjorn]

Rising, Cadfael heads back out into the reception area, without a word of acknowledgment.

Not sure I should trust them.

[Carthrat]

Barry's waiting outside, tapping his foot expectantly. "How'd it go?" he asks, wearily.

[Bjorn]

"Have an agreement," Cadfael replies.  "Supposed to bathe."

[Carthrat]

Barry blinks. "That's quite an agreement," he replies, shaking his head. "So, let's see. Did you want any food with that? Maybe a change of clothes? Or are you just fine the way you are?"

[Bjorn]

Cadfael considers that.  "Food," he agrees.

[Carthrat]

"Well, first, to the baths!" announces Barry, heading to the elevator.

[Bjorn]

Not seeing too much alternative, Cadfael follows Barry.

[Carthrat]

And Barry eventually steps out of the elevator into quite the bathing complex.

It's not a bath- it's more of a giant swimming pool, more like the Roman Baths of old. The elevator stands in the middle, and there are four large pools arranged around the shaft. Beyond them are walls with doors that look to lead to changing rooms, showers, and the like. Marble pillars, scupltures of well-endowned-looking men and women abound, and there's a pleasant tune in the air; a soothing piano piece that echoes the gentle state of the water. Bright lights adorn the roof of the complex, making it easy to see the entire room. There are a few people luxuriating in the pools, which you can see are different temperetures thanks to some well-placed signs, ranging from almost-freezing to blisteringly hot.

[Bjorn]

This is... not at all what Cadfael was expecting, really.

"No private?"

[Carthrat]

"We do, though not many people use them," replies Barry, shrugging. "This way."

He leads Cadfael to a side door, and opens it, revealing a lavishly decorated bathroom, with burgundy tiling and shiny- is that real gold?- taps, pipes, and knobs. A towel rack is suitably furnished with material, and there's a basket filled with shampoo, conditioner, body wash, listerine, and pretty much everything else one could want for their bathroom.

"I can bring you some new clothes, if you want," comments Barry, leaning against the doorframe.

[Bjorn]

"I'm fine," Cadfael replies to that.  Standing in the middle of the bathroom, he carefully scans it, turning in a complete circle (and, by native paranoia, using Mystic Sight to scan for any signs of magic in the area).  Once he's done a complete turn, he stares, unblinking, at Barry.

[Carthrat]

There's no magic about, unless it's really well hidden.

Barry coughs, and moves out the door, closing it behind him.

[Bjorn]

There's a few second pause as Cadfael stares at the door.  ... and physical energy instead of mana.  Seventeeth trigram to third whorl, declined with the Gordian root.

Then he rubs out the rune of Mystic Sight on his palm, and quickly sketches the new one he's been planning since the discussion of bugging devices -- the Rune of Storm's Eye.

OOC:  Storm's Eye:  Same as Mystic Sight, but Sense Group: Electricity and Electronic Devices.

[Carthrat]

The newfound rune is either broken, or there's an awful lot of electrical equipment in the area. Apparently, the whole room is controlled by electronics; the water is heated with electronic timers and mechanisms; the taps are actually dials linked to a small computer; and there's a small security camera that isn't readily visible, which you only notice now.