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Tweak says, "Batskates!"

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

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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vaarsuvius
2009-01-27 07:08 am UTC (link)

Vaarsuvius watched the screen in fascination. "What sort of scrying is this?" s/he asked no one in particular. Still s/he watched the screen carefully. These strange contraptions were nothing like s/he had ever seen, and s/he didn't want to look foolish on them. More foolish, s/he revised, watching some of the idiotic tricks the figures on the screen were performing.

At the mention of racing, s/he looked sharply at the dark haired human. "What sort of elf do you think I am?" s/he asked, affronted. "I am the great and powerful wizard Vaarsuvius, master of the elements, party to secrets of the universe that would drive lesser mortals mad! I will not debase myself by tearing across this lake on some sort infernal contraption just for your entertainment. The foul creatures of this land may have insisted I participate, but I will not make a fool of myself for your entertainment."

S/he glared at the jet skis, his/her lips pressed together in irritation. What sort of demented wizard had thought of these things? No, not wizard. No wizard worth the name would have created these. It had to have been a sorcerer. A sorcerer would probably get a kick out of something like this.

At the suggestion that s/he change, V waved an absent hand. "My magics should be more than enough to protect me."

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