Jynx's activities were similar to Becca's. She tried not to think about the young mechanic, about her unique needs, or about Fanya. She even tried to forget about Jynx. For now, she was Sue... the girl she had been before the chems, before the Fiends, before her first starvation-induced bite. She tried to forget killing and death. Tried to forget the wasteland. For now, she was in a paradise, a place she would likely never see again. A place of food, cleanliness, comfort.<br/><br/>She dumped her "armor" (her only outfit) onto the shower floor as she fiddled with it, trying to get it to work. She'd never seen, and certainly never used, a real shower before -- the cleanest she'd ever been was when she fell into an irradiated pool of water right after slaying the deathclaws that guarded it. The water was unlike any other she had seen, besides that in the bottles Bill Ronte had been handing out back in Freeside. It was clear. It was clean.<br/><br/>She carefully extended one hand, hissing and retracting it -- too hot. It took a while for Jy-- Sue, to get the water to a temperature she enjoyed, and finally the korean girl stepped inside. It was glorious. She used the razor she'd found near the sink to take care of her legs, armpits, and unmentionables, even trimmed the sides of her head of pink stubble. Shampoo was new to her as well. After some roars of pain and an asian fist nearly going through the bathroom wall she learned not to get it in her eyes.<br/><br/>Finally it was over... the experience of cleaning, truly cleaning, for the first time... it had been alien, but so pleasurable. She glanced into the mirror when she was done dumping her armor and boots into the laundry, still nude. Despite the lasting effects of her lifestyle -- scars, and the pallid look chems had given her -- she was... pretty. Maybe not beautiful, like Becca or Fanya or Annie. But she didn't look that bad.<br/><br/>She went to the wet bar and enjoyed an unrealistically tiny bottle of gin. She didn't have anywhere to be... maybe she'd hit the bar. After about ten minutes, stood up and dressed herself to do just that.<br/><br/>She was then out the door, wearing a pair of shorter, cleaner boots, a little pleated blue skirt, and a black, stretch velvet corset. Maybe a little over the top, but... it made her feel pretty. She even took the time to apply some eyeliner to the golden orbs. She scraped up what caps she had and loped down to the bar.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>