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The pool, Thursday after classes

"...and here we are! Ta-da!" Amber exclaimed, arms extended. "The pool, Hannibal, in all it's non-YMCA glory."

Amber had indeed, stopped by his room to see if he was ready to head to the basement, and to see if he had still actually wanted to go. It was a yes on both accounts and she couldn't have been more pleased.

Shrugging off her bag, slipping off her flip-flops, she grinned over at him. "Last one in is a rotten egg." And she ran the few feet towards the pool, diving in.

[Amber's here for Hannibal, who was modded with permission, but the pool is totally open, yo!]

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Well, he was already a rotten egg so he decided to just take his time and watch a little.

The water might be cold and all. He had to warm up.

"Looks like you won," he said, smiling when she surfaced. "Bigger than I expected."

Amber loved the thrill of going in head first. She was daring like that.

She floated on her back, still with the grin as she looked over at him. Yah, boy, was he fit. Holy cow. Loretta'd be all over him like white on rice with a side of 'mmhmm'.

"It's nice, and are you bein' a baby? Or just lettin' me gawk at you a little?"

"I dunno, are you gawking at me?" he asked, moving close enough to the edge of the pool to sit down and stick his feet in.

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"Not if it's unnervin'," she admitted with a cheeky wink. "Someone gawks at me? It's usually the lutefisk stuck in my hair, and that's just bad."

Amber dived down and came back up, flicking water towards him.

"It's not unnerving," he said, trying to, futilely, block the water being flung at him before just slipping into the pool. "And I'm not gawking at you because of lutefisk either. Not that I really know what lutefisk is."

"We won't talk about it; it's not an enjoyable conversation," she said, floating back again.

"Tell me how you're likin' Fandom so far?"

"I'm liking it just fine," he said and ducked under the water to get his hair wet before surfacing and flinging said wet hair around. "What's not to like about a place with a pool, pretty girls, bars that don't card and classes that let me blow stuff up?"

"Absolutely nothin'," she stated, running her hand down her face. "The bar is totally cool, zombie band and all." Amber's been there three times. The fourth could very well be tonight. Who knew?

"One of my classes this session is all about childhood games. This school pretty much rocks for its class choices."

"Yeah, I heard all about that zombie band," he said, refraining from rolling his eyes. "And here I thought they were just indie and deep, not really rotting corpses."

"If you don't get too close? You can actually enjoy them. Or drink enough so that the smell doesn't affect you." Not that she'd done either.

"Feels good in here, doesn't it?"

"It does," he said and swam closer. "How do you like it here, Amber? You're still here so I figure there's something good. I'm sure you're just not staying for the view, nice as it might be."

"I like it," she anwered, mulling over her bottom lip while she thought to add to that. "I mean, there are times when things have happened when I wish I was home. But the fun here and yah, the view," she smiled, "is far more entertainin' than anythin' I have waitin' for me back home."

"What sort of things make you wish you were back home?" Hannibal asked, frowning and floating lazily near her.

"Well..." Amber wasn't sure she really wanted to talk about it. "One, a couple weeks back or so I was kidnapped and taken to... I guess it was hell. Alot of students were." On her back, she closed her eyes a moment while brief flashes of her nightmares pricked her memory.

"It wasn't much fun," she added quietly.

"Like...actual hell?" Hannibal asked, lowering himself in the water until just his head was visible. "Or...is that a metaphor for something?"

"I can't think of an appropriate metaphor for hell, so I'm pretty sure it was hell. Hades sent us to his kingdom; gave us nightmares. The god of the underworld is evil."

"Harsh," Hannibal said because, really, what does someone say to that? "You okay?"

"Yah, I'm fine," she replied, treading water easily. "Few nightmares. It's done and overwith so..."

Amber grinned and dove down under the water. She didn't want to talk about hell anymore. She was perhaps, wondering just how good of a swimmer Hannibal was.

"We all have those," he said to the water since she was gone. Well, when in Rome...

He ducked under as well and swam smoothly after her.

Eyes open, she looked behind her and waved, and then kicked harder, swimming for the other end. Amber would never make it; she couldn't hold her breath that long no matter how much she thought she could.

[running a quick errand! shouldn't be gone long.]

Fortunately, he had his own eyes open so he waved back and then kicked harder, using his long legs and arms to catch up to her quickly and then just kept pace with her for a bit.

[Bye!]

Amber surfaced a moment later, catching her breath and looking around to see if he'd surfaced too.

He hadn't.

Not yet, at least.

He swam past her legs, close enough that she could probably feel it before popping up in front of her, smiling.

She felt it and it startled her into a giggle, laughing lightly as he popped up.

"So now you have an honest opinion of the pool, I'm sure. Is it everythin' you thought'd it be?"

"And more," he said brightly, swimming closer...just so he could splash her.

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