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Wow plot time-ish (finally)

The journey up the stairs brought excruciating pain to 8's legs,

Why do they even make stairs here? Why not just build an Elevator?

By the time they made it to the top of the staircase, 8 was panting like a fish pulled out of water. 3 seemed largely unaffected by the fact they had just climbed up a mountain made of cheap wood. She pulled a key off of a ring on her jacket and slid it into the keyhole. The door swung open silently, and revealed the cave 3 had been living in the past few years. Granted, it wasn't messy or smelly, but there was a certain lack of decoration besides a couple of paintings and a low table in the first room.

"This is where I live."

That's surprising.

The thought was a little rude, so instead of saying it aloud, 8 nodded silently and picked at her fingers absentmindedly.

"So!" 3 woke 8 from her daydreaming,

"I don't exactly have another bed but I think there may be a sleeping bag somewhere in my closet?"

8 looked up, "Oh ok... do you have a shower?"

"Um yeah, most people have them you don't have to ask."

"Ok."

3 led her into the bathroom and explained how the shower worked. Even though the shower valve looked more like a puzzle than an actual functioning piece of plumbing, 8 said she understood and ushered 3 out of the room.

8 tossed off the borrowed white shirt and attempted to pry off the gear she wore under the other clothes. They were practically glued onto her skin from sweat and many days worth of wearing. Eventually, she managed to get them off and gasped for air after having to wrestle all of the latex off of her body. When she looked up in the mirror she saw deep lines embedded into her flesh from wearing tight armor for much too long. There were bruises scattered around her body from fighting for her life daily. Despite the fact that all of it hurt like hell she simply turned around again and tried to actually figure out how the shower worked.

Apparently, you would twist the lever that controlled temperature and then click a button for which ink color you had in the moment. 8 turned it to cold and then switched the color from orange to pink. The shower sputtered a little before releasing a steady stream of recycled ink.

8 stepped inside and watched dirt and bits of sweat drip off of her and drain out of the tub. She wondered where it went after being used. Was that how they recycled it? The thought was a little unnerving. She didn't worry about it however, because she was focused on trying to open a tube of soap on one of the sides of the tub.

After a while of fighting it, the cap flicked open and filled 8's senses with smells unlike anything from where she came from. It was a little chemical-y but the scent was largely pleasant. The label on the front of it had a picture of an orange on it, and the soap itself shared the color with the fruit. Squeezing a bit into her hand, 8 prodded it. Looked safe enough. She used it and then rinsed off, flicking bits of ink onto the bathmat as she stepped out. The mat soaked all of the color up but then evaporated it quicker than she thought it would be able to. After opening a couple of drawers full of half-used products she found a spare towel and sat down on the mat to dry off.

Wait I'm not wearing those clothes again am I?

All of the latex was bunched up in the corner, looking quite contrasting to the clean white bathroom. She had grown used to wearing them, but now that she was on the surface she didn't really want to wear them, especially now that she knew what actual clothes felt like. The octoling hung the towel up on a bar next to another and pulled the light t-shirt back on. The shirt didn't cover her entire body, but it was oversized enough to fall around the middle of her thighs, and that was enough. She tied her tentacles up into a loose updo and cracked the bathroom door open enough to look around. There was nobody in the hallway, so 8 stepped out, and walked around a little bit until she found what she assumed to be 3's bedroom. She knocked twice, and waited for the inkling to open the door.