[ in his dream, he is falling. or maybe it's not a dream at all - he wouldn't dream of anything like that, surely; the steely edge of his brother's eyes mirrored in the way he tips his hand up, up, up the thin spider's thread that's twanging from the pressure, about to break. then it's not a dream at all. he remembers falling. he remembers the discordant slide of metal against metal, the thread snapping, the recoil, and the horrible, terrible weightlessness followed by the inevitable fall, all of the weight of the air and metal and water closing in on him. he can't move. he can't breathe through his tongue thick with panic in his mouth.

if you happened to be at the morgue, you might hear a bloodcurdling scream followed by a bunch of loud thumping coming from within one of the sliding trays. please help? ]

[ the metal table is cold against his bare ass, prickling with how it seems to sap the warmth right out of his bones - but vash sits there for a moment, his expression for once unsmiling and pensive. in his hand, he holds a tag that he's just taken off himself - in big letters it says POOL ACCIDENT. WHAT DEGENERATES.

he has to suppress a weird sort of hiccup beginning to rise from the back of his throat - some kind of hysterical laugh bubbling in his gut - and quickly crumples it up in one hand and aims it at the open bin sitting a few metres away. not that it really matters whether he misses the mark or not, considering the state of the clinic - but it's the principle of the thing, you know? don't litter!

the crumpled piece of paper leaves his hand, sailing towards the open bin - but before it could hit or miss, the path is blocked by someone walking into the clinic - maybe to loot around, maybe with good intention to help - the piece of paper bouncing off their head, or their chest, or whatever you desire. he is immediately on his feet, and his face automatically lights up into a bright smile. ] Uh, hello! Sorry about that! Can I help you??

[ it looks like you're the one who needs help more, vash ... ]

[ okay, showers are good - any running water is good at this point, with the phantom salty odour of the chemical conglomeration that holds his sisters suspended in their tanks still clinging to every bit of him. vash isn't even expecting any hot water, so it's a delightful surprise when he turns the knob and a nice steaming spray bursts from the overhead shower.

but alas, he's destined to not enjoy it as much as he'd like, because the ghouls are at it again ...

if you're walking past the shower booth, either finishing up or wanting to find an unoccupied one to wash up in, you'd hear some voices coming from within ... ]

Uh, sorry! I'm- [ a loud, panicked squawk, and a sound of a plastic wash bucket hitting the tiled floor. there's lots of giggling too. suspicious ... ] Sorry!! I really don't need my back washed, I can do it by myself!!!

[ do you: mind your own business and leave them alone to their fun, or do you: be a hero that vash needs???? ]

[ alright, vash isn't a sort to be picky at all - coming from a planet full of sand and nothing else besides, you can't afford to be - but did they really only have these clothes in his size at the shops? how do people wear this sort of stuff?? it's so tight???

ah well, vash is nothing if not rolling with the punches, so he's trying to make the most of it and attempting to get used to all the squeaky uncomfortable leather everywhere - so might as well start exploring the casino while he's at it ... currently, he's at one of those shady stalls being talked nine words a second by the ghostly sellers. look, it was a little bit weird, but he isn't the type to judge them for being non-corporeal in the exact sense of the word! besides, they're being so nice to him? ]

Hmm ... [ he's holding up a shiny lucky penny between gloved fingers, turning it over in his hand and squinting down at it. the ghostly seller hovers around his shoulder. ] Is it really lucky? So how does this work, you just keep it in your pocket?

[ he doesn't sound convinced, and the seller quickly shifts to trying to sell him some other dubious cursed item ... are you really going to leave him gassy and bad luck magnet? come on! ]

[ if none of these work, please hit me with a starter or we can chat about a closed prompt! vash comes with his prosthetic intact, but nothing else besides a whole lot of scars. here is my permissions page with some information, including xeno headcanons if that's your thing and would like something veering off from gen. feel free to PM to discuss! ]