Basement Pool: Thurday after classes: Pool Party!

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

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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Re: Poolside

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova noticed the following as she moved to the end of the diving board, turning around to face him as she bounced a little bit on the end.

"Hey," she said with a grin. "Susan Ivanova."

And then she dove off, making a high arch in the air and cutting the water surprisingly smoothly for being extremely rusting.

Re: Poolside

[cerulean--eyes.livejournal.com]

He headed for the opposite board. It was about two meters over the surface of the water, so... "Boone Carlyle." He said and dove. He managed to hit the water straight after a somersault, causing very little splash.

Re: Poolside

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova came up laughing not far away. "Impressive," she chuckled, her eyes sparkling with humour.

Re: Poolside

[cerulean--eyes.livejournal.com]

He emerged, dripping wet and blue eyes bright. "You, too."

Re: Poolside

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Hmm, she appeared to be in autoflirt. Shouldn't have eaten the brownies.

"Thanks," she said with a smile, swimming lazily towards him.

Re: Poolside

[cerulean--eyes.livejournal.com]

[[You're not making my decision to pull Tonks an easy one. You know that? Right?]]

Re: Poolside

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

[[Yup. *smug*]]