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Basement Pool: Thurday after classes: Pool Party!

Various inflatable pool toys are scattered in the pool and around it.

There's a radio playing any number of random CDs provided by Pippi. So unless somebody else wants to bring some music there's an eclectic mix of Flogging Molly, Butler Fetish, The Ramones, and sea shanties blaring.

There's also a table chock full of foodstuffs.

Swim. Eat. Play.

Leave your emo at the door.

[[ooc: OCD threads ~~going~~ up.

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"Not much," Ivanova shrugged, putting her hands on her hips in an unconscious pose. "You?"

Pippi struck a pose herself.

"New bathing suit!"

"Nice," Ivanova said, pursing her lips and nodding. It was. Pippi in a bikini.

Think of England, Ivanova, think of England. Let's so not go there. Besides? Probably straight leik woah.

"Have you decided what you're going to do over the summer?"

Oh Pippi, you're so oblivious! Awww!

"I have to go home," Ivanova replied, keeping her eyes on Pippi's face. Not that it was really hard to do so, but things were just safer this way. "After graduation it's right back to work for me."

Pippi looked disappointed.

"Aw sucky. I'll miss you. I guess I shoulda payed closer attention to who's a Seignior huh?"

"I should stop corrupting the young," Ivanova smirked. "I mean, hanging out with younger people." Much younger. And her with the actually pushing thirty. And still not looking down.

"I like hanging out with younger people." Pippi, who Ivanova couldn't know was well over 80, said. "They tend to be more fun. But your friend who likes the duck sounds like he'd be a blast."

"Michael?" Ivanova chuckled. "Yeah, you'd like him." She looked down at herself. "And he'd be killing himself if he found out that he missed me in a bikini."

"We could send him a picture!" Pippi grinned.

"Something with a bit of blur and grainy. Because that's all he gets since he's not here."

Ivanova grinned. "Sure! If we can find a camera. I lost mine a while ago. I should probably try to find it before Saturday . . ."

Walter swam over and splashed some water on their feet. "You need a camera? I can go get mine if you want?"

Ack, cold water on feet suddenly. Ivanova jumped. "Could you?"

"Yeah!" she says. "That would be great!"

"My pleasure." Walter climbed out of the pool and dried off before running upstairs to fetch his camera.

"Thanks!" she called after him.

"He takes good pictures." Pippi said to Ivanova.

"We need to get a bunch to fill up that corkboard of his again," Ivanova replied. "It's looking emo-inducingly barren."

Walter returned with his camera and held it up. "Right. Stand a little closer and say 'brownies!'"

Ivanova moved closer to Pippi and put an arm around her shoulders, grinning. "Brownies!"

"Brownies!" she said putting her arm around Ivanova's waist.

Click.

Walter caught the picture as it popped out and fanned it before passing it over to Pippi and Ivanova. "There you go. I'll leave the camera and spare film on the table. I'm going back in the water."

"Thanks!"

"Oooh, that's a good one," Ivanova said, peering at it as it developed. "I definitely need a copy."

"We can get it done at an NPC photomat... Or just take more later."

"Either works," Ivanova grinned. "Now if you'll excuse me I think I'm going to try a cannonball and hope I don't fall out of my suit."

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