<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Riorden</span></span>* Character Sheet (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163693.msg7601174#msg7601174) * o/o (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=4514.msg151178#msg151178) *<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i623.photobucket.com/albums/tt317/in_the_dark_photos/Male/brown%20hair/gaston_willig/gaston_willig_1.jpg)</div><br/>The Communal Bath Hall was as beautiful and inspiring as the first time he saw it during his orientation a couple of mornings ago. The acoustics weren't that great but then again it wasn't like the local YMCA where you could have numerous rambunctious, yelling youth.  The room was quiet and relaxing and it was his job to add to that ambiance. Riorden chose to set himself up on the right hand side of the huge arch way on a short bench. Taking the flute and recorders out and laid them on the soft bag underneath the bench. He also tucked a bottle of water he picked up from a hospitality tray on his way by. Then he sat down to tune his guitar, trying to ignore that there was no way to sit 'lady like' in his uniform. While the guitar was in his lap, he wouldn't be flashing anyone but when he changed to smaller instruments there would be no way of hiding what he was thinking. That was the hard part to get past really, not the fact that strange men could see his body but that he might not be able to hide his appreciation of theirs.