Jaime Elizabeth Davies (finder) wrote in reality_dome, @ 2014-04-03 13:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | jaime davies, ~pace matthews |
Acid Tests
Characters: Pace, Jaime
When: Saturday 8 PM-ish?
Location: Cabin 9
Warnings/Rating: half-nudity, Pace's acid, probably language
Summary: Jaime's testing her skin and wants to try all the things
Status: Complete
Mike was not thrilled with this, and Jaime didn't blame him. After all, if he was the one running around to everyone with offensive powers and asking those people to abuse his skin, she was fairly certain she'd take issue with it, too. But it wasn't him, and she wanted to know what she could withstand. Or not withstand. So that if a situation ever arose, she would know already without asking someone to test her real quick if she could do it. Or worse, assuming she could do it and winding herself up hurt. After all, they had no healer, so it seemed prudent not to dive into situations that might kill her, magical skin or not. On her way over to Pace's cabin, Jaime had the idea to swing by April's after to see if she was fireproof or not. She guessed she'd see how the acid test went first, and decide from there, but she wanted to find out. Could she now walk through fire? She'd dressed for the situation. She had no desire what so ever to ruin her clothing, so she intended to be pants-less. In the interest of pretending to be decent, she'd put on the bikini she liked least of the two she had here; if that one got ruined, she'd at least have a backup. She really didn't have any problem being pantsless around guys -- she'd changed in front of jockeys and trainers in the tack room countless times, after all -- but she didn't want anyone else to be uncomfortable. While there wasn't a lot of structural difference between a bikini bottom and a pair of panties, she thought the former was just more acceptable for this venture. Since she also didn't want any shirt tails dangling into acid, she hadn't bothered putting a shirt on. So it was that she arrived at Pace and Jeno's cabin wearing a bikini, a pair of shorts and a pair of sandals. Lifting one hand, she rapped at the door to see who was home. |