Staring at the Sun
Who: Chelsea and Ios Where: Helios Deck When: About 8amish
Chelsea had left Lisa another note. It probably wasn't nice to leave her like that, while she was still sleeping, but Chelsea wasn't the type who felt like she needed to be mother henned constantly. She'd always bristled at it as a teenager, and she certainly didn't like it as an adult. Last night's strip poker adventure (which Chelsea had lost spectacularly, getting naked rather early) had proven that she wasn't exactly taking advantage of the sun. And since they were still at sea, and there didn't seem to be anything else particularly pressing going on, she slipped into her new bikini and headed up to the sun deck.
Thanks to the early hour, she didn't seem to have any competition for the deck chairs, thankfully. As she'd passed the mud treatment room, she briefly looked around for the source of the odd not-quite-strawberry smell that seemed to be around her. Probably some weird facial cream or something. Shrugging it off, she found a deck chair that was fairly close to the restroom, just in case and parked her chair. It was still an odd sensation for her, really- being in public this close to naked, her scarred and bent legs and lower torso so exposed to the world, but if she could get naked in front of a bunch of people like last night, sun-worshipping was positively tame. She transferred herself to the deck chair and arranged her legs before leaning back, putting on a large pair of sunglasses and putting her iPod headphones only in one ear, in case someone came looking for her. Of course, the first song it shuffled to was "Don't Speak," which she quickly forwarded past. She'd heard that song enough already, even when she had no reason to.