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[Thread] [Shampoo and Bart]

Who: Shampoo (

impulsities)
What: Part of the chronicles of Shampoo's shower commandeering ways, before she was finally assigned a room. This time, Bart's turn to wonder who decided to take a trip into their territory.
When: In the not so distant past moment.
Where: In Bart's room.
Rating: R for technical nudity, and language just in case.

Honestly, you might think Shampoo would learn. She really did, when she bothered paying attention to details. Yet details on the how and why of her lack of rooming situation were frankly, not that important. She was still searching out Ranma, and that had been fairly unfruitful. The frustration was enough to drive her into a series of intensive exercises she'd put off her training menu since she'd left her village some months ago. Frankly, she reflected on the reason for that - one, they drained her, and two, they made her sweat. While Shampoo wasn't opposed to sweating, she was opposed to letting said sweat dry on her skin.

Hence she'd commandeered another hapless person's room, when they'd left in good conscience (or so she assumed, granted how they weren't here to tell her otherwise). Really, it wasn't much of a challenge, and she wasn't inconveniencing anyone who wasn't home - not that she really would have cared, otherwise.

Especially not once she felt the hot water flow over her skin, and sighed in the happy little way of someone who has achieved a level of bliss does. Heat did wonders, loosening her muscles even as it cut through the mass of her hair to her scalp. She had found a new, interesting shampoo to try out today - something with a bit of a spicy scent. She wasn't sure she entirely liked it, but Shampoo wasn't going to complain. Perhaps, she thought, she'd keep some of this around in case she ever found herself needing to use the particular memory-rewriting pressure points on the scalp in the future. Or if she started up an impromptu hair-salon. Really, the idea was below her, but Shampoo certainly had the skills to set people at ease when washing their hair. (Cutting it was another matter entirely.)

She hummed, all too happy in the shower which belonged, on technicality, to a stranger.

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((ooc: a really tough choice, but go go tag Bart XD))

Nothing would terrify a sixteen year old boy more than coming back to his room to find an Amazon woman all naked in his shower. But that was what was about to happen to Bart as he walked back to room 910.

He'd left a bit earlier that day, on the lookout for some of that escargot that Clark said was so delicious, and believe it or not, the fastest kid alive didn't always rush everywhere. He just pretty much slouched and shuffled off like any normal kid. And now he'd returned. Somehow those snails made him want to use the toilet. Weird. Well, they did taste like rubber balloons rubbed in butter. What that had to do with the toilet, he wasn't sure, but he kinda grinned at the thought.

When he stepped into the room, he stopped immediately. "....The shower's running? I don't remember leaving it on..." he mumbled to himself. Sure he was a bit clumsy sometimes but seriously.

Sniff. Sniff. What the heck was that smell? Hot sauce shampoo? "HEY!" He called, busting the door open and stepped inside, his golden eyes promptly meeting with the silhouette of a very naked young lady. "WHO THE.... ARGGH!!!! I'M SORRY!!!" he screamed, turning red as a beet. Wait...why was he apologizing? It was his shower....

Really. People were much too loud around here for Shampoo's tastes. It wasn't like she was boiling their pet cat or anything particularly horrible like that. She was only bathing, it's not like these people could seriously think she thought this was a new occurrence.

"You is very loud," she said under her breath, rubbing her face with her hands and closing her eyes as her hands dropped away and she let the water hit her face again. "Is no reason be scared," she said; her first assumption, yet again. Really, people yelled most loudly in fear and startlement, and Shampoo was quite used to inspiring both.

"Shampoo no be much longer," she said, as reassuring as she cared to be. Honestly, she wanted to, but he'd had the damn inconvenient timing to show up in his own room unannounced.

Bart just sort of stared at the naked woman...until he realized that he was staring at a naked woman. "I'm not scared!" he insisted, averting his eyes. Quite honestly, he'd only just gotten past the 'girls are weird' stage not long ago. "It's just...this is my...."

He frowned, putting his hands on his hips. "This is my shower! As in, it's in my room? What's wrong with your.... you're Shampoo?" They'd met briefly on the magic notebooks, although this wasn't exactly how he would have liked to meet her face to face.

Of course, then he realized that he was still standing there talking to a bathing female. Bart smacked his forehead. "Oops, I'm sorry..." he mumbled, zipping out of the room. What was he supposed to do?

Shampoo snorted to herself. Really, males were so recalcitrant to admit to what scared them! Irregardless of the situation, females were far more practically aware of what impacted them. Shampoo would readily admit to her fears - if she ever found them out herself.

She tried to not take much longer - really, her peace had already been shattered, or at the very least tapped on firmly with a toothpick, and as everyone who was Shampoo knew, sometimes this was enough.

Or else she'd gotten the last of the conditioner out of her hair, so could consciously step out of the shower and towel off. One may never know.

She was dressed (or what passed as dressed for Shampoo; some held the opinion half the week she just put on an overlong top and forgot her pants elsewhere) and continuing to towel dry her hair when she popped out of the bathroom, still humming. "Is you ask if Shampoo?"

For once, Bart couldn't even act without thinking. He couldn't do anything at all. There was a naked girl in his room! Not to mention, he still really had to go. Maybe if he just used his super speed.... no. He shook his head. Definitely not going to do that!

When Shampoo stepped out, only half dressed, he smooshed his cheek against his hand. "Huh? Oh...oh yeah. You called yourself Shampoo so I just assumed." He'd remembered clearly the girl who talked about herself in third person like she was a hair product. Mostly because Bart Allen remembered everything he'd ever seen, read, and heard.

"Oh and uh...don't go telling people about this, or something." he scratched his head. "I think I might get in trouble."

"Trouble? You no do anything." Then again, customs of others were often best understood as alien beings which Shampoo did not, actually, understand. Also, the statement of not telling anyone... what? That Shampoo bathed? Well, she did hope people at least expected that much from her, no matter their own hygienic preferences.

"Is Shampoo," she said, nodding her head. "Good assumption." Few assumptions were - but then again, assumptions were a necessary part of living. Shampoo understood this point keenly. People assuming things about her made her life mission that much more straightforward.

"Uh..well." Bart just sort of gave her a look. He didn't want the rest of the castle to be thinking he was some kind of weird pervert. Actually, come think of it, he couldn't even tell how old Shampoo was. It might suck if she was a lot older. It'd probably just be more embarrassing if she happened to be sixteen.

He nodded a bit then, scratching his head. "Hiya Shampoo. I'm Bart..." He didn't really think when he said that; introducing himself just seemed to be the thing to do. With a shrug, he attempted to smile at the half-naked Chinese girl. "Actually, it wasn't even really an assumption at all. I just remember you from the notebook." Why was he rambling like that?

Shampoo looked mildly interested. "Is you remember many things from the notebook?" Her interest in the device went from one extreme to the other. In a way, she could keep excellent track on the people she wanted to. On the other hand, that was only the lying male Ranma, and he was frustratingly hard to locate outside of the journal. Supposedly the size of the castle itself helped with this difficulty, but so did the general complaints which arose from breaking down literal walls with large round metal objects.

Really, people could get quite picky.

"Is nice meet you, Bart." Shampoo offered a sort of bow; she didn't entirely meant he pleasantry of meeting someone - was he slightly shorter than she? It appeared so - but rather that he didn't act like an idiot.

Compared to many others, this was working in his favor. "You recognize many from notebook?" The possibilities were quite intriguing if he could.

Bart just sort of scratched his head a bit. "Well, yeah! I remember everything from the notebook that I read." It all came with a photographic memory, except in his case, it was about three times the power of a photographic memory.

When Shampoo offered him a bow, he raised a bow quickly, before it clicked. Ah, Chinese customs. Well, he didn't want to look stupid being a white kid from Kansas bowing to her so he just offered a nod and a smile instead. "Nice to meet you too, Shampoo, even under the circumstances."

"And yeah, I can recognize pretty much anyone. Which is kinda weird, cause no one recognizes me." Most of the time he passed too quickly to be recognized in the first place. "...Why do you ask?"

"Shampoo curious." Better to state the obvious. "Is unusual." Of course, few things in this situation could be pegged as "usual" or "normal," but Shampoo was beyond the point of being stuck on the details she couldn't change, and fully embracing those she could.

She hardly remembered most the things in her life; unimportant details fell to the wayside and stayed their quite comfortably. What was the point in remembering Mousse had stolen your creamcicle when you were three, even if through a series of unfortunate events.

Or maybe she did remember more than she cared to think she remembered.

"Is you remember everything?" She hadn't meant to make the question vague, but her own attempt at talking in what she thought was broken Japanese worked in this way.

If Bart could speak even the most broken bit of Japanese, he'd probably think it was the coollest thing ever. But it really just seemed like Shampoo was speaking fobbish English. It was kinda cute, but not more than it was interesting.

"Err..." he scratched his head, somewhat confused with her interest in his photographic memory. "Yep! Everything. Not to say I'm some big nerd or anything though!" Yeah. He'd leave that to Robin. Given the option between video games and history books, he'd definitely pick the first.

"How come? Forget something in the notebooks? I could probably recite it for you if so." Still....he had to wonder how her stealing his shower had lead to the interrogation of his special 'gift'.

Shampoo didn't really have a conceptualization of a "nerd." The closest thing, had someone sat her down and explained, would have been Mousse - and mostly for the negative connotations and social ineptness than actual nerdiness.

"Ahh, no," she began, thoughts switching over half-way through, "Shampoo is slow reader." Or a disinterested one - the results were similar. "No able keep up with all lives, words of persons in notebook. Is sad," she said, almost as if she really were saddened by this event.

In a sense, Shampoo was - if her lack of talent with recalling words and responses meant she missed out on important clues to female Ranma's hiding places. Those were things she dearly loved to know.

As far as the conversation switch - Shampoo was hardly interested in the fact she'd been using someone else's restroom sans permission. It never occurred to her to ask, and by the point in which she was discovered? A veritable non-issue. She'd saunter out as needed.

"Ah. Okay then." Bart raised a brow. Well that was strange. Did she have a point in asking him or not? He shrugged a bit though. Her reasoning made sense. He could read an entire library in less time than it took the average person to read one novel. The San Fransisco Library had taken 20 minutes. Paradisa's would definitely take more.

"Soo uh....are you planning to put on pants anytime soon?" The question was just sort of blurted out. It was Bart's trademark, really, to act without thinking. If he remembered anything about his upbringing, he would know he'd gotten it from his mother. Ah well.

"No." Shampoo raised an eyebrow. "Shampoo is dressed, know you." The thought amused her, and highlighted one interesting cultural difference. She spun around, looking at herself, finding nothing out of place. She could wear pants, though not with this dress - despite appearances, it was a perfectly reasonable dress. For pants, she'd need to change into something wider around the hips.

"Is dress. You no have where from?"

Bart raised a brow, taking a second (quite literally) to fan through pages upon pages in his mind about cultural information he'd read up on China. He supposed they wore short dresses like that, and he didn't very well want this woman to be angry at him, so he merely shrugged. "Yeah, we have dresses! I mean, American dresses are a little different. Sorry, I should have known better." He just hoped that was the right response.

He really didn't know what it was about her, but he was guessing she wasn't a force to be reckoned with. Even the impulsive ex-Impulse knew how to be cautious from time to time.

She wasn't greatly concerned; if anything, Shampoo was amused and pleased he was at least honest. "Oooh, is from America? Very interesting place. Is big, no as big as China." She smiled, then dropped into a shallow bow.

"Is nice meet you, Bart Allen. Seem very interesting. Shampoo is go now." She waved, a sly waggle of her fingers, moving toward his door.

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