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Tonks, if you please ([info]tonks_please) wrote in [info]mirage_rpg,
@ 2009-01-22 11:04:00

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Entry tags:complete, day 30, group activity, gwen cooper, haruka tenoh, nymphadora tonks, vaarsuvius

WHO: Tonks, Gwen Cooper, Haruka Ten'ou, Vaarsuvius
WHAT: Group activities - Jet Skiing
WHEN: Day 30, early afternoon
WHERE: The lake
RATING: PG?
STATUS: Complete


She'd been having a blast the last couple of days, no doubt about it. Okay, so she did feel a little bit guilty for the fact that she hadn't even remotely been trying to escape, but there was too much fun to be had. Today, though, she would track Marcus down and they would see about getting off this rock. Although maybe she could trip him back into bed first, that sounded like a good idea to her...

With these pleasant thoughts in mind, she opened her door. And was immediately confronted with the note that had been posted there. She sighed softly. "Really? Again?" She knew what the thing was before even opening it. Though she complained, something in her dark eyes and sudden grin implied that she wasn't really upset. She actually really enjoyed the group activities, though she would probably deny it.

She had time for breakfast, or rather brunch, before she was to be there. She dressed quickly and then headed out. Though she was more often than note late, she was actually the first one to arrive at the lake front. There was some strange muggle machines there, and she looked at them curiously as she waited. The light breeze blew her hair, purple today, around, and she tucked it impatiently behind her ear.



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[info]kaze_ni_naru
2009-01-22 03:45 pm UTC (link)
Having enjoyed the snowmobile the day before, Haruka was surprised to discover that the snow was gone when she woke up in the morning. She was more surprised to discover the invitation on her door. "Jet-skiing?" she mused aloud. She grinned. It could be far worse, she decided. And she'd get to meet a few new people, and perhaps pool some information and bounce ideas off of them about how to get out of here.

Early afternoon, she bade goodbye to Michiru and headed out toward the lake, which had been frozen over only a day before. She saw two people by the lakefront, one with purple hair that wouldn't be out of place among her group of friends at home, and another with dark hair. She came up to them just in time to see the dark-haired woman's air quotes and catch the last of her words. If the woman wasn't feeling well, why wasn't she wearing a mask over her nose and mouth? Ah well, it wasn't for Haruka to worry about. She'd just be careful not to get coughed or sneezed on, and ask the planet for a few vitamins later on.

"Hello," she said, making her presence known to the two women. She bowed slightly. "I'm Ten'ou Haruka. Call me Haruka." She grinned at them. "Anyone been on a jet-ski before? Because it's entirely new to me."

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[info]vaarsuvius
2009-01-22 08:17 pm UTC (link)
"Put me down you nartificial creation of rock and stone! Dismissal! How dare you have spell resistance high enough to resist me! You don't even have an intelligence score!" The shouting could be heard before the golem came into view carrying the twisting, snarling and generally very annoyed Vaarsuvius. The golem put the elf down near the three women, and walked off, seemingly unaffected by the struggle it had been to get the unwilling elf from his/her room to the lake. V glared after the golem, debating whether or not to test if the 'no killing' rule extended to the golems. And if disintegration counted as killing.

Eventually s/he sighed. It wasn't worth it, not yet. Not until s/he had unraveled more of this strange plane's secrets. S/he smoothed down his/her robes and turned to the other three. "What sort of inane indignity are these creatures forcing us to participate in? I have never heard of a 'jet-ski'."

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