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Tweak says, "we're gonna need a bigger boat"

ladyofscience (ladyofscience) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2009-02-01 16:55:00

Entry tags:

complete, day 31, group activity, ianto jones, illyana rasputin, l lawliet, violet baudelaire

Who: Violet Baudelaire,Illyana Rasputin, L Lawliet,Ianto Jones (Posting Order Set)
What: Group Activity - Swimming in the Lake
When: Day 31, Morning
Where: The Lake of Course
Rating: PG-13 for language at worst
Status: Open

One thing came to Violet's mind when she found the note (besides her fear of having to wear a swimsuit in public) was this: "Not now! I am ankle deep in soil samples". She had planned on spending the day gathering samples for her tests since she had been kicking around a hunch about the planet. But while she went looking for a single test tube was her fear only got worse when she found the swimsuit, tasteful since she was only 16 but she was still freaking out. *What if I happen to be the only teen* not knowing Illyana was close to her in age. But when she spotted the golem she only asked for a moment to put away her supplies (like any scientist) before following it to the lake. Since she was first she decided against taking off the floral coverup untill she had to.

But anyone could see the pale teen would rather be back among her books and samples than being told she had to go swimming. She took the test tube from her pocket and scooped enough water to fill the tube for later water tests when she spotted someone in the distance. "Pardon the nerd!" trying to joke to cover her racing nerves,"Water samples for later testing and I would be Violet" the British accent clear in the younger woman.

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ex_darkchyld899
2009-02-13 11:29 pm UTC (link)

"Thank you," Illyana said, smiling at Ianto. She noticed how polite he was being and her smile widened. Gentlemen were hard to come by, but Ianto seemed to be one. She glanced at the young man beside him, and had to bite back a giggle at his reaction to her. He seemed embarrassed, and he wasn't looking at her. It would be rude to laugh at a stranger, especially for behavior she wouldn't be surprised to see on a friend. Rahne would have averted her eyes as well, in horror at the idea of someone wearing so little. The boy's reaction actually made her relax a little more, safe in the knowledge that the two males present wouldn't do anything rude or outlandish.

"We are supposed to be swimming," she said, turning back toward the water. "And I for one intend to swim. If I can't have my snow, I need to make the best of this new environment, right?" She grinned as she turned and made her way back toward the shore. She looked over at Violet. "Why not swim out a ways and take some samples from the middle of the lake, or from the bottom, or something? Then you can do your experiments and enjoy the water." It made sense to her, at least.

Illyana walked into the water, feeling goose-flesh rise as the cool water hit her skin. It wasn't unpleasant, but it was a bit cooler than she'd expected. That also made her happy. Lake water that was too warm was unnerving. Once she was waist-deep, she pushed forward, kicking her feet from the bed of the lake, and swam out a ways, making herself warmer through movement. She turned back toward the shore. "It's not bad," she called to the three who were still on shore. "What are you waiting for?"

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meticulous_soul
2009-02-20 02:00 pm UTC (link)

More comfortable on land. That certainly made more sense. The swim trunks laying on the ground next to L, if he chose to wear them, would expose his bony, pale body in most of its vulnerable entirety. He didn't like the idea much at all, or the prospect of having blistering, peeling sunburns. Even under Violet's shelter, the water would reflect the Sun's rays and L's nocturnal skin would pay.

The two girls were very different, from what L could observe as he was (which, in a way, meant attempting not to observe anything at all.) Indeed, the idea that L would "do anything" with a scantily clad woman was, itself, outlandish. Despite his genius, his emotional maturity left much to be desired. He didn't think about the opposite sex "that way." Illyana seemed intent on swimming and making the best of the situation, but L glanced at the other man.

"You can go, but I like it here," he said earnestly, biting his fingertip. "I don't want to get wet, or burned, or hurt, or..." he stopped; it was bad enough that he sounded like a paranoid basket case over journals.

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