Tags: Lux, Riven, Sejuani, Sona, Kalista. Comedy.

Riven sighs as she wills the hot water springing from the showerhead above to wash away the stiffness of her shoulders and the terrible exhaustion weighting her body. Today had been a real disaster so far! Skillful opponents and rude amateurish teammates, a Summoner had the bright idea of sending her to support Draven at the bottom lane, whereas for some reason two of her last teams were entirely consisted of spiteful Noxians that either dubbed her a weakling or a traitor.

The albino defector heaves another long-winded sigh as she lightly presses a fist against the damp white tiles of her shower booth. Riven's ears perk up when she hears the shower room's door open and then close, the last swarm of champions departing for the changing room outside whilst gossiping.

"What am I even doing here, wasting my time in the shower when I should be training and getting stronger?" Riven mumbles quietly to herself under the continuous barrage of the falling droplets. The pale Noxian warrior decides to just wipe herself with a towel and follow her peers outside after standing alone in the shower booth for a couple more seconds brooding.

Riven promptly turns the right valve, stemming the flow of water. The stoic albino swordswoman then opens the door of her shower booth only to come face to face with Kalista, the spectral Spear of Vengeance. The puzzled Noxian warrior slightly bows her head in greeting and then attempts to bypass the haunting spectacle of the ghostly woman. Kalista seems to have some business with her, however.

"Exile…" The wrath's reverberating voice echoes across the empty shower room making the Noxian swordswoman freeze in her tracks. "Noxus betrayed you and your comrades, and yet its treacherous influence still remains unpunished."

"Take the oath." The malevolent spirit echoes as it wraps its incorporate hands around the black spear that's protruding from its body. "Pledge your alliance to us." The weapon slides out of the flickering silhouette of the ghost with a terrible sound. "Pierce your heart with this spear and Vengeance! Will. Be. Ours!"

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"That was a great match, guys!" Lux praises her teammates as they all head towards the shower room, two pink towels and a bottle of shampoo clasped against the Demacian mage's chest. Luxanna mirthfully skips ahead of her company. Sejuani blatantly ignores her, Sona offers the bubbly light mage a quirky musical tune in reply.

Lux is still wearing a big easy smile on her lips as she raises a hand to grasp at the shower room's doorknob.

"Take the... Spear... Be Ours!" A loud reverberating voice suddenly bellows from the other side of the door. The blonde Demacian blue-blood blinks in confusion. 'Was her entrance about to interrupt a love confession or something?' Luxanna muses abruptly perplexed, the light mage's hand hesitating over the shower room's doorknob.

"D-don't be ridiculous!" Riven's voice instantly blurts from the other side of the door sounding flustered. "There is no way I am going to shove this thing in my..." The rest of the Exile's words are muffled by the thick door splitting the room from the corridor and Luxanna's rapidly accelerating heartbeat.

'Oh Gods!'

The Demacian noblewoman instantly recoils away from the door, her towels and shampoo bottle unwittingly falling from her hands as Luxanna uses her palms to cover her beet red ears. The light mage's face a bright red, near scarlet with embarrassment.

'That wasn't a love confession!' Lux instantly realizes with another flash of heat rising up to her face. 'S-she was about to intrude upon... K-Kalista and Riven were... Those two were...!'

Minutely distracted due to taking quick deep breaths while trying to calm down, the blonde mage jolts in fright when somebody places a soft hand against her left shoulder.

A very flustered young Crownguard literally pivots on her heels in order to face an equally confused and surprised Sona, Sejuani following shortly behind the Maven of Strings with a bored expression worn on her face.

"I'm sorry for startling you Sona." Lux nervously finds herself apologizing at the blue-haired support even though she had been the one that had almost died from a heart attack a few seconds ago. The light mage backtracks until her small frame is pressed flat against the door of the shower room.

"It might hurt a little at first, and yes there will certainly be some blood to clean off the floor," The reverberating voice sternly admits right behind Luxanna's hot ear. "But the pain will fade away before you know it, Exile. There is nothing for you to be afraid of, I.. will be gentle..."

"You are acting strange." Sejuani suspiciously comments when she notices how bright red Lux's face is and the saucer-like size of the blonde aristocrat's bulging sky blue eyes.

"Hmp, as if a Noxian would be afraid of such a thing as pain. And yet, I will have to decline your tempting offer, spirit. I am not ready to forsake everything I know and pledge myself to you for eternity."

"You would deny our pact?! Our goal? Our bond just like that? Does taking- me- nothing to you?" Kalista's muffled voices continues harshly.

'Uh-oh! It seems like the indecent couple inside was in the midst of clearing some important issues.' The light mage concluded urgently.

"M-me acting strange? Haha! N-not at all!" Luxanna stutters with a wide fake smile dancing across her lips. "You're the one acting strange, not me, Sejuani! Is there something troubling you perhaps?" The Demacian noblewoman's artificial cheerful guise suddenly rearranging itself into a mask of pure panic when the huge Freljordian warlord abruptly steps forward to enter the shower room.

"You can't go in there!" The blonde light mage frantically screams as she latches onto the Freljordian woman's arm like an affectionate overexcited monkey.

"And why is that?" Sejuani gruffly mutters while trying to shake Lux off her arm with the shorter woman clinging on the white-haired warlord's appendage for dear life. Sona is apparently content with just watching the bizarre interactions between her two teammates with a faint smile.

"The shower room is a mess!" Luxanna frantically yells as she wraps all of her limbs around the muscular arm of the barbarian warlord. "Rek'Sai has made numerous nests inside the shower booths! You can't even approach the showerheads now without falling into a tunnel! You fall down there and you will end up in Ionia! Forget about the damage caused by the fall, the culture shock alone will instantly kill you! It's like a fed Talon!"

"I will just plug the holes with ice." Sejuani states as she grabs Lux by the straps of her chest plate, but before the barbarian warrior has the chance to throw the blonde noblewoman on the floor Luxanna latches on the new appendage like a koala that's hanging from a tree branch.

"Nidalee has started shedding again!" The Demacia blue-blood exclaims as she eyes the shower room door worryingly. "You want cat fur on your nice... errr... fur boots? No, of course not! Come on Sejuani, let's use the showers at the opposite wing for a change!"

"I've bathed in frozen rivers exposed to the harsh elements and the predators that roam the icy plains. A few strands of cougar hair won't dissuade me from using the facilities here."

The Freljordian warlord takes another step towards the door, her free hand hovering over the pristine white doorknob causing Lux's heart to pummel inside her chest frantically. The panicked blonde light mage closes her eyes at the imminent havoc that is certainly about to ensue.

"Elise released a few billions of her Spiderlings in there!" The Demacian aristocrat all but shouts in immense despair. "They are huge, almost as tall as an adult yordle, with venomous fangs that are dripping lethal poison, mechanical drill-arms and red eyes that shoot lasers!"

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Sejuani pauses and stops waving her arm to get rid of Lux. The tall warrior stares at the blushing blonde woman incredulously. "There are giant spiders in there?" The female barbarian slowly asks and Lux opens an eye to peek at the Winter's Wrath and vigorously shake her head up and down.

"With... drill-arms?" Sejuani questions looking uncertain once again. Meanwhile Sona has some trouble stifling her mute laughter.

"Mechanical drill-arms." Lux clarifies as she dares to open her other eye and examine the tense posture of the white-haired Freljordian warlord.

"And those spiders..." Sejuani continues reluctantly, the warrior's already pale complexion gradually draining of its little color. "Are able to shoot laser beams out of their eyes?" Sejuani drawls and Luxanna once again nods her head in quick agreement.

"Does this seem plausible to you?" The pale battle-hardened warrior turns to hesitantly address Sona. The Maven of the Strings merely shrugs with a polite smile and knowing look at her face. The tall barbarian pointedly averts her gaze.

"Well, we are at the Institute of War, dear Sejuani. Everything is possible here!" Lux rushes to helpfully state her thoughts in the currently ongoing conversation. The poor light mage finally untangling her legs from around the Winter Wrath's arm and carefully lowering herself to the floor as if she is climbing down from atop a tall palm tree.

"All right… Let's use the west wing shower room instead." Sejuani grudgingly concedes as she glances towards the closed door in front of her wearily. Sona and the Freljordian warlord silently follow the Demacian noblewoman's lead as a very giddy and secretly relieved Luxanna Crownguard proceeds to guide her two companions through the numerous crowded corridors of the Institute of War.

'Good luck, you two.' Lux thinks as she leads her friends away from the secret couple's love-nest. 'I hope that the two of you will be happy together. Sniff, sniff, love is so beautiful.'

Meanwhile Riven and Kalista are still arguing inside the shower room over the betrayed Noxian exile becoming the vengeful ghost's next Oathsworn.

"I've already said that I don't want your damn spear, so beat it!"

"What if I lube it first?"

"No! Get out!"

Extra: "Fucking hell!" The tall Freljordian woman screams as her wide sky blue eyes take in the sights of the west shower room. The ominous purple holes littering the ground, the enormous piles of shed cat fur, the abandoned modified Zz'Rot Poltral by the door that's spawning deformed spiderlings with drill-arms and scarlet eyes that shoot crimson lasers. "You said it was the other shower room!" Sejuani accuses Lux as she hurriedly closes the door and starts sealing it with ice. The stunned light mage just blinks owlishly, too shocked to talk and slightly fearful.

Vac Day 25: You can probably speculate my mood by the fact that I wasted time to write this little snippet.