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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
2009-02-04 07:29 pm UTC (link)
Haruka had been off like a shot at the sound, and had let out a cry of delight at the movement of the jet-ski. She had little difficulty handling it, and while it was harder to maneuver than the snowmobile the day before, it was still doable. She was just glad she had strong muscles from all of the running and fighting at home. She glanced around, noticing Tonks and Gwen keeping pace with her, and grinned. Competition always made the race interesting, and she was glad to have some proper competition here.

She waved back at Tonks, impressed by the woman's handling of the jet-ski. Then, she caught what Gwen was shouting, and laughed. "Breaking the speed limit is always fun!" she shouted back. "Let's see how fast these things can go!" With that, she gunned her engine, tearing through the water and making a bee-line for the buoy at the far end of the lake. She'd have to swing wide to make the turn, and if the others were too close on top of her, it would be difficult. She spared a quick glance back and caught sight of V still struggling with the jet-ski. The poor elf. Elves and technology didn't seem to go together at all, from what Michiru had told her of Legolas's ignorance of anything electronic, and what she was seeing of V's driving. But, she spared little thought for it, since she was trying to race like the wind.

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[info]vaarsuvius
2009-02-05 06:23 am UTC (link)
V hated looking stupid, and this whole situation seemed set up to do just that. S/he growled and wrestled the jet-ski into a more or less straight path and gunned the engine. This time s/he was a bit more prepared for the machine's sudden lurch forward, but still only just managed to stay on. Face set in a mask of concentration s/he headed for the others. There was no way s/he was going to win this, but s/he wasn't going to give up.

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