Where's the spa??

[.Rabid Lycan.]

“…oh, there it is.”
Sanceul stood at the entrance to the Wolves of the Mist Public Spa, it’s glossy golden gates and majestic décor only making it more attractive. Collapsing at the gates, she sent a silent cry of gratitude to the heavens. She was beaten, bloody, scarred, and burnt.
“The wildfire can wait—hallelujah!” She rushed inside, half-crawling to the doors.

Behind her, Mephisto paused at the entrance… then shrugged and entered casually. Never really noticed this place before. Must be new.

[Njack]

"That wasn't just makeup?" Ene felt her stomach, then winced. "I guess the fire was real, after all. Thought maybe they got into one of those fancy CGI graphics, but I guess you can't get more real than the real thing."

She padded towards Sanceul, noticing another wolf walking in the spa as well. "Wow, I think you got the worse end of the stick..."

And wow, they didn't spare any costs on this thing, did they? How'd they build this thing overnight? Or did they, like, smack me into a coma for a few months?... Given the narrator's sadistic tendencies, either could be true.
---

Shaw lounged near the pool in the spa, keeping his detective hat placed neatly over his eyes at all time.

He leaned against a conveniently placed pole to act casual.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Sanceul grunted at Ene’s remarks. “Yeah, well… budget cuts, and all that. Most of it has been used for battles and whatnot… gaaahhh…” She sighed heavily as she stepped into one of the heated pools, not even bothering to check and see if she needed to pay. Then, after about three seconds, she more or less fainted and slid under the water.
Screw it—I’m finding a new line of work.

Mephisto joined Shaw, sitting beside the fellow male and selecting “option D” as well. “Hello, mate. What’s up with the hat?”

[Njack]

Ene blinked, and gingerly touched the surface of the water, where Sanceul had just disappeared. I don't know why someone would want to go into a heated bath when we've just been roasted. I wonder if there's a complaint office or ice cream stand of the sort...

Ene reached in and hoisted Sanceul's head above water so she could breathe.
---

"It's a detective hat," Shaw replied. "Detective Shaw, Private Eye, at your service. Cases have been looking up, so I finally scrounged up the funds for a hat."

It makes me look cool, which is important. However, I haven't had food for a while... As if to emphasize the point, his stomach rumbled loudly.

[Sivoncé™]

Death entered the spa with a towel casually thrown over his shoulder. He attempted to strut -- after all, he had to show off for the bikini-clad ladies. His groove was abruptly thrown off as Damien entered in the exact same manner. Damn him! Death abandoned towel and dipped sulkily into the enormous, bubbling hot tub.
"So, Ladies---"

"Sanceul?" Damien to the rescue! Complete with lifeguard tube! He did a compact jump into the shallow, heated waters, then did an approach stroke towards the guest in distress. He preformed a front drive rescue by pushing the tube under her front legs and gently guiding her forward towards the edge of the water, ignoring the fact that Ene had pulled her back up . "Are you all right, (little lady)?"

Death cursed under his breath. Should've stayed at work.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

“Huh, funny you say that—me too!” Mephisto then proceeded to pull out his Santy Paws hat from that imaginary pocket all cartoon characters seem to have. Because Mephisto is special, and gets to have a cartoon pocket. Then, gazing about, he noticed the entrance of Death… and Damien. He whistled softly. “Damn, that boy can swim. Hey, Death!” He slid towards Death, hitting him good-naturedly square in the back. “How’s the bar and all? Can’t get enough of your stuff, m’self… ah, just taking the day off?” He looked around in his eternally-drunken haze, checking out a particularly attractive fae as she stepped by. “Hey, look at that lovely lady…”
Shiver rolled her eyes at the comment, sitting on the other side of Death and raising her brow at the rescue sequence. “Umm… did somebody drown?”

Sanceul coughed, suddenly dragged back under—in which case, she swallowed more water—and then back up. Confused and groggy, she simply waved her paws and fell back into unconsciousness.
And by unconsciousness, I mean quite nearly sleeping. But it looked the same.

Morgan, too, stepped into the spa, raising his brow at the scene. Erm? He then proceeded to join Lucifer in one of the chairs sprawled out over the place. Lucifer, clad in James Bond-esque attire and dark sunglasses, chimed in, “Need help with her, Damien? I know CPR.”

((rofl, "little lady" xD))

[Sivoncé™]

Damien blinked at Morgan for a moment, then shook his head decisively. "She might wake up and be disoriented and think she's in roleplay and flip our when she sees you," he shrugged. Then, lifeguard Damien sprang back into action. Having decided to do the job himself, he abandoned regular extrication procedures and simply lifted Sanceul out of the water with his own paws. It's not like it's a spinal or nothin, she'll be fine! Damien noted her unconscious state. Or at least I hope so!
He sprang out of the water and retrieved an easy-seal mask from his lovely lifeguard fanny pack. Breathing mask at the ready to blow two breaths should there be no breathing, Damien bent over Sanceul's mouth, eyes on her chest. Look. Listen. Feel. "One-one-thousand, two-one-thousand, three-one-thousand, four-one-thousand..."
His eyes drifted to the seal and suddenly noticed there was a large tear in it. Well, I guess it'll be old-fashioned mouth-to-mouth.

Death stared at the entire scene with disbelieving eyes. "You've got to be kidding me," he snorted, not really paying attention to who was talking to him or why they were slapping him on the back. "I need a margarita..."

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Morgan nodded his understanding, sighing a little. “The curse of being typecast as a villain; alas, I get it.” Sitting back in one of the chairs, he opened a copy of the Complete Works of William Shakespeare and began to read silently to himself.
Lucifer rolled his eyes at Morgan, sipping at a margarita. Wherever that came from.

“Huh? What’s… is she dead, or something?” Shiver raised her brow, not quite believing the scene either, but for different reasons.
From behind, yet another femme fatale, Kill, stepped onto the scene.

Sanceul was… very unaware. Just sort of thankful to not be moving, or thinking, for that matter.

[Sivoncé™]

"No breathing...okay, two rescue breaths!" Damien proceeded to create an airtight delio by suctioning his mouth over Sanceul's 0_o
"BREATHE, BREATHE!" He watched her chest to see if it would rise and fall. If it doesn't, retilt and two more. Still doesnt, 30 chest compressions for blocked airway. If it does, reasses. No pulse, 30 chest compressions/begin CPR. No breathing, begin A.R. and do one breath every five seconds for an adult victim....

Death, suddenly in posession of two margaritas (one in each paw) set to work on gettin' tipsy.

All uh sudden, Lucinda swaggad into tha spa and jingled with hur gangsta bling. "Yo, what be happenin' in da hot n' steamy hood? Hey, is dat chick drownin', or iz she just dead?"

[Njack]

Ene blinked as a lot of things happened at the same time. For one, this wolf dude was kissing Sanceul. CPR, whatever. Same thing. "...Is that completely necessary?"

Dude, he looks like a vacuum cleaner. Sounds like? Ah, the heck with it.

She watched the other wolves drinking margaritas and wondered if she ought to get drunk as well.
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...I do not think that is a detective hat. Shaw eyed Mephisto's Santy Paws hat with suspicion.

Then he drew out an imaginary cigarette, because he couldn't afford nor cared to buy real ones, and produced large quantities of fictitious smoke. Actually, getting a real cigarette out could have resulted in expulsion from the premises, but as it was, they could only pretend to kick him out.

The narrator had now confused himself with overusage of fake words. No, the words weren't fake, but stuff was. Eurgh...

He casually eyed Lucinda, making a note of possible gang activity in his imaginary detective notebook.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Morgan peered over his studies, lowering the massive volume that had absorbed his attention. “That ‘chick’ happens to be my daughter, and is not dead. Well, I don’t believe so, anyway.” He rolled his eyes. Abomination of the English language, tsk.
He glanced toward Ene, shrugging. “Probably not. I don’t think she was drowning in the first place.”

Wait… wha?? I’M BEING SEXUALLY ASSAULTED.
Suddenly squirming around, she coughed and sputtered and immediately attacked whoever was “kissing” her. Well, Damien. But it was a reflex. xP

Shiver cast a slow sideways glance at Death and his beverages. “…where’d those come from? Aren’t you gonna share?”

Kill approached Shaw, poking at the hat and apparently just as intoxicated as most of the wolves in the spa. She laughed. “What’s that for, man?”

[Sivoncé™]

Damien was taken by surprise and knocked into the hot tub He smacked his head and went unconscious.

Death blinked idly, wondering why all of this injury seemed to be occurring at a spa of all places. He ordered two more margaritas, then passed one to Shiver. "Hey...are you single?"

Lucinda put hur pawz on hur hips an glared at Shaw. "Why's you writin' stuff in yo lil notepad?" She whirled at Morgan an bared hur grillz at em. "Why's you gettin' in mah grill?"

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Sighing heavily, Morgan set his book on his lap and studied Lucinda. “Really, can’t you even attempt to speak proper English? Why have so many fallen to casual slang and slander? This is why the world thinks that OOC Village is filled with idiots and drunkards.”
Mephisto let out a bellow of laughter, waving his paws in the air.
Pinching the bridge of his nose (if that were possible), Morgan shook his head. Or maybe there’s another reason for that.

Groggy with a mixture of adrenaline and sleepiness, Sanceul blinked furiously and saw that Damien had fallen into the spa. “…you, of all people? Are you drunk?? Answer me!” She jumped in after him, barely managing to drag the massive brute to the surface and lying him against the floor. As Wolfie has already forgotten the procedure for CPR and has not renewed her certificate, Sanceul simply stared and poked at the immobile body. xD
“Are you alive in there?” She put her ear against his chest, listening for… breathing, I suppose.

Shiver shrugged, nodding her gratitude when the drink came her way. “Well, my previous man pretty much vanished on me, so… single it is.” She sipped her glass, nonchalantly watching Danceul and their spazzishness.

[Sivoncé™]

Lucinda bitch-slapped Morgan an went ta get hurself a drank.

Death moved casually closer to Shiver and winked. "Baby, you must be a broom, cause you just swept me off my feet!"

Damien sloshed groggily ashore the ginormous hot tub, spewing out some water. "ZOMG are we alive?"