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Basement pool, Thursday evening

Walter led Alphonse down to the basement, his arms laden with some things you likely wouldn't expect in this weather, including blankets, ice skates, his electric kettle, and what appear to be the makings for hot cocoa with marshmallows.

He dropped most of those things off to the side of the pool and looked expectantly at his roommate.

"Come on. I want to see you turn all of that to ice."

[ooc: Pool party! The pool has been frozen solid, the room should be not just cool, but downright chilly. Enjoy the relief from the heat with a few goosebumps. Open to all. Anyone who wants their character to have an excuse to be down here can handwave a phone call from Walter. It's possible he randomly grabbed the school directory and dialed.]

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After being whisked away to a decadent middle eastern seraglio, one would think there wasn't much that could leave Seras speechless.

One would be mistaken.

"Brilliant!" she managed to breath, a small cloud to vapour puffing at her lips.

Walter pointed toward his roommate. "Al did it! But it's all my responsibility if anyone gets in trouble because I made him."

Seras crossed her arms and grinned.

"You're a right bully, you are."

"It's all for a good cause, yes? Bringing relief for those of us accustomed to temperatures not commonly found in Hell?"

Seras tapped her index finger against her lips.

"For once, I've got no argument. We must celebrate this momentous occasion."

"You'll have to write it down in your diary when you finally get one," Walter said, grinning slyly at her.

Seras took a deep breath and put on the air of an inspired young authoress.

She held her hand out flat, palm facing her, and pretended to write on it, with a flourish of her wrist.

"Dearest Log...You shall never, if given an eternity of guesses, divine what happened to me today..."

Earnest? Seras made Pollyanna sound like Lady MacBeth.

Walter laughed and spun in a circle on the ice before going to the edge and sitting down to remove his skates. "That's exactly what you would write. I know it."

Seras raised an eyebrow.

"Just wait until I get the bugger in code."

"I thought that was your code," Walter said, setting his skates aside. "Just concealing your meaning behind hearts and flowers."

"Huh...that's not a bad idea...Heart-Heart -Pansy-Violet -Rosebud -Rosebud -Fluffy Pink Cloud..."

"Which means, 'you should have seen how big a wanker Blackadder was being today'?"

Seras gasped and looked stricken.

"You cracked my code!"

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"Hey, Seras!" Anders flail-wobble-waved at her from the frozen pool surface.

"Anders!"

Seras waved to him.

"Looking good out there!"

Not that she'd be doing much better, really...

Not that Anders had any illusions about how graceful he might look sliding around on a frozen pool in his old sneakers. "Not really, but it's fun!"

Seras grinned.

"You've done this before. I can tell."

"Actually, no. I just fake it --" Anders wobbled and fell again. "Not very well."

Seras winced.

"Need a hand?"

"Nah. I'm used to taking hard falls." Anders levered himself up off the ice and slid around some more. "Not gonna try it?"

Seras shrugged.

"Don't see why not..."

She stepped onto the ice and pushed off, slipping a bit but laughing and trying to spin.

"That's the spirit!" cheered Anders. "Just remember, if you fall, stay there until it's too numb to hurt."

Seras snickered and attempted a figure eight.

Anders attempted a laughable imitation of a double lutz, which was really, really silly in sneakers. "I think having actual skates helps with, you know, the figure skating."

"That's true. I think, to be fair to ourselves, we should call this something different..."