Chu-e was a clean person. Meticulous. After being kind of a greasy little shitstain in his younger years, he could now appreciate what a good warm shower could do for someone. What smelling nice and being cleanly could get you. Of the few people who had been close enough to notice, they might catch that Chu-e tended to smell faintly of vanilla and pomegranates. His nails were kept short and clean, usually with some type of polish over the top. He made sure to wear clean clothes and did face masks and moisturizers for his skin. Chu-e Choi, at the end of the day, did not need to come to this little event.

But he showed up anyway, partly because he wanted to at least fake scolding glitch maverick for doing the equivalent of an @ everyone before Cillian Quinn or, flames forbid, Walsh got their hands on him.

"Glitch!" He called out when he entered the room, not noticing Leon Vercetti who was being a creeper. "This is very needed. But also, uh... don't use the system for these things. Bad." A finger was waggled before he walked over to the various products, picking them up and looking them over. "Ooooh... this looks like it smells good...." Flicking the lid open, he would catch eyes on Leon finally mid-sniff.

A brow was raised at the blond, hand raised before he made his way over.

"And what are you doing here? You don't stink."

he knew that someone would probably scold him for the use of the @ everyone system but he also knew it would probably be his bestie Chu-e Choi. so he wasn't really worried about it. he knew that deep down the underboss thought the same thing that he did about the way that this place was an absolute shit show with hygiene. "you should get a face mask Leon Vercetti , it'll really help clear up some of your pores that are tightened up in all the wrong fucking ways. if you're gonna sit around here you need to help promote good hygiene!" having more members down here that were already cleaned up would encourage people to come in and get their shit done. if not then his conkeldurr could always start rounding people up.

"you should use it if you like it, i have about four more tubs of stuff that cereal is still carrying down here." so it didn't matter who wanted to use what it was all going to get brought in and used eventually. digging through one of the tubs full of facial materials he found a mask he thought would be nice for leon. "here, this is called dew you love me. it's red and will match your wine. use it on your face." he tossed over the gel face mask and an applicator over to the blond to take a look at it. "it prevents premature wrinkles after all." and those were just as evil as they were if he was being honest.

Skinship was a time-tested way to build camaraderie since the days of old. Warriors from ancient civilizations would bathe together sharing stories, anecdotes, and stratagems relieving themselves of the day's many stresses. Many would describe these events as sacred or honorable even for the criminal syndicate, Miles did not. Miles found the idea of bathing in what would most likely become a mud pit of villains and degenerates fucking gross. Still, if the message was as dictated there was no way on this godforsaken submarine that the germaphobe would miss out on an actual spa day. Thus he'd come up with something of a plan to minimize interaction and still manage to get what he needed out of the experience.

It was a simple mission, get in early and ollie the fuck out before the cavalcade of deviants decided to cannonball into two-foot deep bathwater. A flawless plan if he could say so himself. And one that was successful so far seeing as there were only four or so faces in the area. He'd recognized most of them the most obnoxious of course being the host of the event closely followed by a few other high-ups he'd heard tales about. In particular, his eyes fall on a scientist whose brain he'd been meaning to pick at some point and an underboss who was said to be quite the devil when he wanted to be. Still, it wasn't the time nor place talk shop, not that they even knew the grunt existed and so instead he'd peruse the acquired goods. In truth no one here looked particularly smelly they all would rank at the lowest a 7/10 on his personal scale.

Miles was even pleasantly surprised at the acquired selection, in fact, he had half a mind to acquire a few of the products for his sole use, a nanab berry facial scrub perfect for opening pores, but not too heavily scented. A tamato berry body wash with activated charcoal perfect to purify natural toxins and dry up overall accumulated greasiness, absolutely divine. The urge to reappropriate a few soaps permanently grew exponentially, but for now he'd grab an item or two before making his way toward a washing area, eyes falling on what he could only assume was a pervert drinking wine before watching them bathe. A thought concerning HR forms, but he doubts the organization had something of the sort choosing to ignore the voyeur in favor of the first pleasant wash down he'd had in what felt like weeks.

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- Miles has speedrun strats so he doesn't get bodybagged by sweaty dudes
- Frame 1 considers stealing some of the already stolen products
- Frame 3 Too much of a bitch to hit up Lulu Flint
- Frame 7 Wants to call HR on weirdo Leon Vercetti for just openly peeping

Man oh man was Ezra tired. Due to a job related quest, the man had been trekking through the wilderness for a few days, forced to experience the relentless mood swings mother nature had to offer. But that was over now. He could finally return to Rocket HQ to take a relaxing hot shower - maybe even treat himself to a bubble bath for once.

A soft whistle left his puckered lips as he sauntered down the cavernous hallway of the submarine. Only excited thoughts of relaxation fluttered inside his head. "I wonder what I should start out f....irst." Stunned, Ezra had reached the entrance of the communal bath expecting one, maybe two rockets lurking about. Not a whole party full of them!

"Wha... Huh??" His confused eyes darted across the room, desperate to find the hidden reason these men had convened at the baths. But alas, the only information he gained was that several attractive men now flooded his vision, including that of his underboss. AKA the only man in rocket he actually liked.

"Sorry for interrupting...this bath party...?"

glitch hadn't been expecting Lulu Flint to show up but he couldn't say he wasn't glad for it. turning his attention away from Leon Vercetti he smiled at the person who ran the labs. "he thoroughly reamed me out over it, but who can stay mad when there's a lot of nice smelling stuff around." after all it was the point of this entire thing. to make the submarine a little more bearable for them all. he moved to another basket of things and rummaged around. "you could do with some eucalyptus. it calms and relaxes. and if you spritz some of it on your pillow it helps you fall asleep!" he was full of fun knowledge like that after all. he handed her the emerald green containers of face mask goop and lotion. it was better than nothing, right? and sure to quell whatever building anger there was.

"Miles Sharp! buddy! welcome!" he grinned and waggled his fingers at the grunt. he was already someone who had immaculate hygiene anyways but it was good to see that he had decided to join them. even if it was on accident. "if you see anything you like make sure to grab it while you can. this stuff is going fast." with a wink he didn't elaborate what exactly he was talking about but there wasn't much to garner from it. he was either talking about people or about products. maybe even both. "i'm always looking for entertainment!" and it was then that was when taki the conkeldurr walked in with the rest of the products and a tray of drinks. "welcome to the first annual rocket spa day! clean yourself up and get yourself smelling nice." with a wink he handed the newcomer a bottle of apicot berry body wash.

Chu-e's attention was pulled away from Leon Vercetti when Lulu Flint phased into the room. That whole shadow thing was so cool. Forcing his face to look serious, which did not suit him given his usual demeanor, he nodded. "Yes, Glitch is correct. I've made sure he will be punished properly. Maverick!" He spoke up, turning his head to speak to glitch maverick. "When this is over, to my office. You're helping me file." He said it like a death sentence. Which, given the copious amounts of paperwork that him and Cillian Quinn produced, it may as well have been.

But, honestly, they would probably just play with his cat pokemon and gossip the whole time.

When Chu-e turned to speak to Leon again, he caught the tail end of the flirting. He didn't know Miles Sharp as well as some of the other people here but a sudden flash of something dark and ugly spiked in chest. Scowling, the bottle in his hands crinkled as he squeezed it, a bit of products spilling out dripping down the side sadly. A pause, for a moment, to step back and really... assess that. Then he shook his head and brushed it off, moving for the newest person to enter the room.

"Zeze!" Chu-e walked over to Ezra Zeke, not hesitating to try and take his arm and pull the other closer. He could flirt with other people, too. "You don't stink either! This isn't working. Only the people who are already clean are showing up."