Sunday Afternoon, Patio Area

One would think that going to a fancy traditional Onsen Inn would consist of at least SOME time in the water. A dip in the large got spring baths, the communal baths, or even a private one. Maybe even to dip only the legs in. Bring a swimsuit and relax.

That wasn’t on Sal’s vacation plan list however, he didn’t even have a suit with him. Instead the journalist just sat in a chair on a patio of the Inn and wrote in a small notebook. Lots of thoughts, tidbits, and ideas to write about littered the pages in handwriting that seemed hardly legible. He did promise to his employer he’d write about the traditional Inn.

Sal leaned back in the chair and let out a small sigh.  There wasn't a lot that got the journalist down, he was normally quite upbeat about most anything he could work into a positive.  There was always a good side to any story, even if it was just life experience.  Though that's how he looked at it usually. 

Female Naked Baths

The brunette had willingly woken up early for a second day in a row, thought the day before she had only done so to join the morning prayer, she had a different destination in mind. 

June walked her bike up to Numel Inn, keeping a tight grip on the handlebars to ground herself. No negative, introspecting thoughts allowed. No pondering what could have possessed her to stay in Mauville for two whole nights instead of going to this awesome onsen with food and hot baths and good company, and especially no running away. Nope, none of that here. 

She glanced down at the baby Buneary and fiery orange egg in her bike basket, both of them reminders of the time she’d spent in the general Mauville area when she could’ve been here instead. It seemed fair, though- two nights fretting over nothing at all and staying in one place, two new Pokemon to help her through it. 

"Wonder how long I'll get to stay here?" June muttered. She was really late: not even fashionably late, just plain old late. No amount of frilly dresses could turn back time, no matter what.

[I don't think they'll kick you out at dawn,] Aoyama interjected telepathically. [unless you feel like leaving early? Oh, but then you'd be leaving by yourself, not because the staff told you to.]

"You're kidding, right Aoyama?" June's eyes turned in the opposite direction to her Gallade. "After missing out on so much? No way I'm leaving early!" Having lightened the mood sufficiently, the two of them finally reached the inn.

After a blasphemous night that consisted of far too much alcohol, sleeping with his enemy and waking up in a pile of towels and limbs in the private bath he'd ordered (for far too many sessions, he noted) the heir retreated full force. He quickly showered and escaped in the clothes he'd worn the previous day and made his way to where the free breakfast had once again been set out. 

Coffee. He needed coffee. Locke stared down at all of the pastries and sweet things and decided that perhaps he could further indulge. With a plate full of sugary breads and strong coffee the sore man picked out a table and nearly shrieked as he sat down on the relatively soft seating. Bruises on top of bruises on top of bite marks and aches he didn't think possible. He bit back all of the mortified tears and swears he wanted to scream in the room that would no doubt echo-- but he refrained for obvious reasons. 

"Fuck," Tyler hissed through his teeth as he slipped down into the steamy waters of the Co-Ed bath. Instantly he'd felt the warmth begin to work at the knots in his tired shoulders. When the initial ache of the heat dissipated he opened his eyes and glanced around rest of the area. 

It was early morning and he didn't expect too many people to be out and about (what with the nightlife being so active). He didn't mind that though. It was a nice break from how loud the weekend had surprisingly been. Each time he'd snuck off to do something either Sal would burst in, mouth going a million miles an hour, or an event kicked up and crowds of people flooded the halls, or some girl crying about losing her face would run by...yeah it had been a weird weekend. 

Sunday Morning-Courtyard

Jason stuck his hands in his pocket as he watched his babies do what they did best. A Rapidash and an Ampharos cantered in the morning light, sunlight shimmering on their luxurious fur while a Gogoat rested on a patch of grass, chewing some leaves thoughtfully. His Arcanine chased after his Rapidash, tongue out and tail wagging as Jason sat back and waited until he saw someone take notice of the Pokemon so he could not so subtly make his pitch.