shield_maiden:

Apparently fighting off vampires and cultists earned a person a stay at the city's palace. The local king was most appreciative of having his city emptied of the vampires and cultists and had invited the Avengers along with Red Sonja and Conan to stay for the night in his palace.

Svalin cared not where she stayed, only that she had a place for Tryggvi and someplace to sleep. Hard or soft, it didn't matter. She was used to sleeping on the ground as much as she was used to sleeping in a bed. The girls were shown to one suite and the guys to another. In the middle of the room that connected to the two bedrooms was a large bathtub put into the floor. Servants filled it with steaming water. The same was in the guys' room. They were all expected at dinner in two hours.

Svalin carefully checked her weapons and equipment and laid the out one by one on a table in the room. Getting clean was not the highest priority for her.

franklen_four:

It had been awhile since Franklin recovered from his coma, and he had been working on keeping himself in check.  Therapy every week helped him control his emotions better, although he was happy that his sessions were over in the coming week.  He sighed in relief and sat down in the kitchen with a hot mug filled with hot chocolate in front of him.  He made it himself, and it tasted particularly good.  The trade secret was two little baggies of the hot chocolate mix.

no_relation:

Jack hurtles his way across town after leaving the hospital. He knows he should still be on patrol, should be hunting down the attackers, but he just can't right now. He can still feel the girl's blood on him. Still smell that disgusting overly antiseptic smell of the hospital. Still remember the look on the doctor's face.

He wants to go home. Whatever's closest to home, anyway.

He slips in the window and goes straight to the bathroom, costume fading into an equally bloodied pair of civilian clothes as he loses what little he had for breakfast.