Molly Fullin: Welcome to the aft deck of the SS Dreamline, sunny with just enough shade available and a cool oceanic air blowing over the deck. A typical laid-back day on the luxury liner.

Cheye~Pie: Cheye~Pie is lounging, laid back in one of the chairs on the deck, in a very large tunic style light green shirt that comes down to her knees.

Angus Weaver: Angus, meanwhile, wanders onto the deck wearing his usual denim, sipping at a glass of orange juice.

Molly Fullin: Molly's just now coming on deck, towel across her shoulder and wearing a low-cut iridescent blue one-piece.

Cheye~Pie: Cheye waves at Angus and Molly as they appear.

Molly Fullin: Molly waves back to Cheye, slips her towel across the back of a chair, then heads to the diving board.

Angus Weaver: Angus waves back, then takes a long look at Molly, and smiles. "Huh." At a loss for words, apparently. Nodding once, he takes a lounge chair about two or three away from Cheye, and sits back.

Molly Fullin: She makes a high jump off the board, arching mid-air and collapsing her tails behind her to minimize their splash, then expanding them again after she enters to propel herself across the pool much like a squid would.

Angus Weaver: More staring, more blinking. "Feh." Absently, he splits his tail into three again, and tries copying the motion in the air, still sipping at the orange juice. After a few moments, he glances over at Cheye again. "So, how've you been?"

Cheye~Pie: Cheye smiles at Angus, it may seem a bit forced, and she nods. "I've been great, never been better!" Something in her voice might indicate she's not quite as great as she says. "Yourself?"

Molly Fullin: She's had twenty-seven years experience working those things, Angus. She's going to know what to do.

Angus Weaver: "I'm... alright, I guess." He's almost unreadable. "I'm not... eh." There's another glance, mixed emotions. Worried, anxious, apologetic? Could be all of them. He goes back to watching Molly's technique for a bit longer, finishing off the orange juice.

Cheye~Pie: The otter rests her hands behind her head, leaning back and closing her eyes. "So what's been going on?" she asks, casually enough for it to be small talk, but also open to Angus to answer as deeply as he wishes.

Molly Fullin: Anyhow, the 'Spinner starts to slowly swim laps, being a bit more present than she has been in past times.

Angus Weaver: "Not a whole lot, here. A few notes, a few half-formed ideas, nothing big." He sets his glass down on the deck floor, lies back, and hides his eyes from the sun with his arm. "About the other night... I know I screwed up. I'm sorry if I said or did anything that might've..." He pauses, searching for the words.

Cheye~Pie: Cheye's eyes flutter open and she rolls onto her side so she's facing Angus, propping herself up on one arm. "When I got sick? In what way did you screw up? It was nothing, just a bit of anxiety, none of that was your fault..."

Angus Weaver: "Eh, I'm just worried I might've made it look like I was trying to reach too far. I just worry about people when they're not feeling okay, and I'm kind to folks at random." He risks turning to look directly at Cheye. "I didn't mean to butt into anything, and I'm sorry if I gave that impression." He looks down at the empty glass again, then.

Cheye~Pie: Cheye shakes her head. "Oh Angus, I didn't get that impression at all. Please don't be bothered by it. It was just a really weird night. I appreciate you caring, I really do."

Angus Weaver: Angus looks up then, and his smile's back. "Thanks. I'm glad I didn't mess things up, then." There's a slight blush, and he looks back to the sky. "And it's good you're doing better. But, it really was a weird night! Especially with that big squid, or jellyfish thing in the water." He chuckles a bit then. "Still not sure what to make of it."

Split: *Split sneaks out onto the aft deck, and looks around suspiciously. She pulls out a cardboard box with 'So totally not a sneaking box' printed on the side, hides under it, and resumes sneaking around. Of course, sneaking in the middle of the deck doesn't hide well*

Cheye~Pie: She returns the smile, and lays back on her back and closes her eyes. She smirks a bit to herself. "Yeah, it really was a wild night..."

Cheye~Pie: "I hope I didn't miss too much when I left... I wonder what today has in store."

Angus Weaver: Split apparently got her sneaking skills from MGS. They're working, for now. "Could be anything, really. Hmm..." He takes a long look at the pool, then grabs his glass and gets up. "I think I'll try swimming again, for now. It's good weather for it." He waves, then, and walks off the deck, teleporting down to his room once he's out of sight.

Angus Weaver: After a few minutes, Angus reappears out of thin air on the diving board, now jacket-less and wearing his trunks. His three tails twitch nervously. "Right, now how'd it go..."

Centaur Prime: Talk about MGS sneaking skills. Split is able to creap in front of a lounging 'taur and not even be noticed.

Cheye~Pie: Cheye isn't paying a whole lot of attention to what's going on around her. She's on her back, eyes closed, hands behind her head, and seems to either be napping or really enjoying the sun.

Split: *Sneak sneak sneak! A large red exclamation point appears over the box as she spots the taur* "Target Sighted!" *A camera muzzle is pushed out the front flap of the box* *Then retracted... then the light of the camera... then retracted. She's frustrated with the size of the hole.* *Finally, she just pops up, dressed as a clown. There's a pop of confetti as she takes a flash photograph!* "Say fuzzy pickles!" *And she runs away giggling madly*

Centaur Prime: The 'taur blinks. "What the...?" A large yellow ? also appears over his head.

Angus Weaver: Angus focuses, bringing his tails together. "Okay." He bounces as he counts, "One, two, thr... what the?" Unfortunately he notices Split's antics just as he jumps, goes into a dive, and catches himself sliding into the water hands-first. Safe, but not without a sizeable splash!

Molly Fullin: And an additional splash coming from the direction of the red 'Spinner, diving under the water to avoid the turbulent surface waters.

Cheye~Pie: Cheye must be deep in a nap, she doesn't seem to notice ANY of this.

Split: *Bonus points if you get the fuzzy pickles reference* *The clown split retreats to a corner of the aft, her tail twitching, facing the corner* "Bweee heee hee. The security system will never detect this!"

Centaur Prime: And the 'taur extends a wing out to protect his CASES unit from the splash, just in case.

Angus Weaver: Angus surfaces, shaking himself a bit. "Brrrvphh. Ah, sorry about that. Not quite what I had in mind." He looks behind him, and spreads his tails out, pushes them together to force himself forward... then pulls them apart again, ending up right where he started. Shrugging at that, he tilts his head to one side, staring off into space as he treads water.

Cheye~Pie: (Earthbound? =3)

Split: ((Indeed! *Pie gets pie for win*))

Cheye~Pie: (Yay! Classic game... ^_^)

Angus Weaver: (Huh. Really need to play that series sometime.)

Split: ((If you can get your hands on it, play it.))

Split: ((I played a rom on an old computer. Yes, I did the legal thing, downloaded and erased by next day... also got a buttload of virii and had to wipe the drive... but I did get to play earthbound for a few hours.))

Molly Fullin: (( That's actually still not legal. ))

Split: ((It's not? I thought I read the whole agreement right? ..dangit. I'd better go hide from the fuzz.))

Angus Weaver: (Ah, yeah. *won't discuss legality further here* I'll see what I can find. I'd prefer a port if possible.)

Molly Fullin: Anyhow, Molly surfaces, rolls her eyes, then gets out of the pool, preparing to dry off.

Angus Weaver: "Okay, like wings, then." He tries spreading his tails out, pushing forward, then pulling them forward close together, spreading out... and repeat. With that, he starts to move slowly across the pool.

Split: *And she is confronted by.. CP in a general outfit? No, it's just a picture of CP, stuck to split's face.. her in a general outfit, with some feathers stuck to her arms... it's a rather poor likeness* "How goes the war, soldier?"

Centaur Prime: The 'taur shakes his head a little as he returns his wings to their normal resting position.

Molly Fullin: Molly cocks an eyebrow... blinks... and then. Well, it's hard to describe, but she doesn't give Split as much attention as she normally would as she proceeds to shake her tails off. The water off her tails, to be specific, not tails actually disconnecting from her butt.

Angus Weaver: Hey, Angus only used to swim as a human. The whole fur and tails thing is a bit new to him in the water. Anyhow, he's slowly getting the hang of it, using tails, hands and feet in tandem to swim a lap around the pool.

Meridian Fairweather: * stops in to see if any of her pack mates are around *

Molly Fullin: This does, though, involve quite a lot of water flying in different directions. The spray pattern's worse than a dog shaking off.

Angus Weaver: After reading Molly's recent post, this PG would advise one not to give Split ideas.

Split: "Gyah!" *Split is soaked! Her oufit runs in the water! It's nothing but 3d paint!*

Split: *Aw. v.v *

Molly Fullin: "Now that's different..." And the outfit is quickly sucked up by dozens of tiny robotic janitors. One of which decides to go for a drink and scoop up some bits in the pool before climbing back up over the edge.

Delphi: *appears, dosed up to the gills on motion sickness remedies, and makes a run for the pool in a sport two-piece* Canonball!

Split: *Split.. is outfitless! She's naked! Eep! ..Well, she's naked anyway unless she puts on an outfit. Nothing visible anyway.* *She blinks, and bows to molly with a smile* "HI!"

Angus Weaver: Angus gives the lot of this a quirked eyebrow and a "Mwaaah?" before shaking his head, and chuckling a bit to himself. "Madness. Utter madness." Then he sees the incoming Delphi. "Hey, what --" In reflex, he dives under the water to avoid the splash.

Cheye~Pie: Cheye rolls over onto her stomach now, and resumes napping.

Molly Fullin: She nods, picking up her towel and starting to work at her fur with it, "Hello there."

Split: "You have discovered me! I must do what you tell me to do for however long like I feel like it!"

Delphi: *resurfaces* Oooo! Foxboy! *paddles over* (( Incoming jailbait torpedo! ))

Meridian Fairweather: * too bad she has be the downer and have a headache right now, looks for a spot to sit down *

Angus Weaver: Angus surfaces, and looks utterly confused. "Meh?" He's back to tail-treading water for the moment, and trying to take all the chaos in.

Delphi: *roll for save versus glomp* Foxy!

Angus Weaver: Let's see, counting distraction, inexperience with water... Nope, he's glomped. "Gznh? ... Hi there." The tails start twitching randomly.

Molly Fullin: There's one confused 'Spinner for the moment... "Um... okay."

Split: "WOOT!" *Happy dance making Split*

Delphi: No girlfriend's come to pry me off you, I guess you're single then.

Molly Fullin: "Poor guy..." Molly casts a glance at Angus, then back to Split... "Okay, well... lesse. You'd best go have fun then."

Split: "Alright! Sounds like a plan!" *She grins, and bounces over to the pool.* "....Hmmmmmm......" *She sits on the edge and dangles her legs in the water... what to do... turn the water to jello?*

Delphi: (( Wouldn't that screw up bouyancy and drown people or something? ))

Xaila: (( Depends on how deep they are... ))

Angus Weaver: Angus gives a quick triple blink, with a look halfway between confusion and sensing impending doom, having no idea how to handle this. "Er... what?" Maybe if she had a few more years on her, but right now he's resisting the urge to say What's your name, little girl... He'll settle for, "So, um, what's your name, then?" His inflection moves up and down subtly with each word.

Rein Sharper: (Have a fun week, folks!)

Xaila: (( But then again there's a club in Nippon that uhhh... has tubs/spas filled with jello that have 'bathing beauties' lounging in em ))

Split: *Could always release some tropical fish in the pool... Maybe port in the loch ness monster for a bit!*

Angus Weaver: (( Jello? It's heavier than water, slightly. I'd think it'd just seal you in place slightly, but then you just churn it a bit and swim out. ))

Delphi: (( Ah. I reversed my math. Wasn't thinking. ))

Meridian Fairweather: * she could use some painkillers right about now *

Delphi: I'm Delphi! And who are you? Got any little brothers?

Split: *Or that! Split gets up.. walks over to Meridian... and offers her a bottle of aspirin!*

Angus Weaver: "Umm, name's Angus. And no, sorry. I was a single child." The tail twitching's getting more pronounced, and making small splashes when they hit the surface. He leans away slightly.

Delphi: *leans into him, he seems to be the only guy around so his torture will continue* Awww, too bad.

Delphi: (( My female Av's all have a problem. Their PG seems to think a girl violating a guys personal space is hilarious. ))

Angus Weaver: "... Little space?" He says with a bit of desperation. Now even the silver key on his necklace is starting to twitch.

Angus Weaver: (( Heh! Well, Angus hasn't quite figured out the most obvious solution to that, yet. ))

Delphi: Awww, too bad. Swims away a little bit.

Angus Weaver: The spell was already in motion, though, and as he exhales, he's suddenly teleported back up to the diving board. He shakes himself off a little, spraying little droplets far and wide, and climbs back down.

Delphi: *get's sucked into his cavity* Eep!

Delphi: *splutter* That wasn't nice!

Angus Weaver: "Sorry, sorry..." As he sets foot back on the ground, he puts a hand to his nose, and closes his eyes. His fur puffs up for a moment, all the water in it shedding off onto the floor at his feet, then it all returns to normal.

Cheye~Pie: Cheye at last feels rested enough to at least sit up. She blinks as she looks across the deck, catching up on what everyone was doing.

Delphi: *gapes* That is a cool trick! How do you do that?

Angus Weaver: Angus just shrugs. "Magic." Literally, but that doesn't explain anything.

Delphi: That's too general. It's what people say when they think I'm too dumb for the thorough explanation.

Angus Weaver: That gets a quirked eyebrow, and a smile. "Heh, you sound like a younger me. I take it you know something about it already." He stares into space for a moment again, putting his thoughts together.

Cheye~Pie: Cheye stretches and yawns before standing and moving below deck to her room. (Gonna actually go to sleep early tonight, yall, good night!)

Angus Weaver: (G'night, Cheye-PG, and take care!)

Angus Weaver: "Right. It's a combination of two forms: shapeshifting and thread-weaving. The second's a family trait; we can work and change anything made out of threads, and that's more than you'd expect. Anyway, I just make all my fur slick and waterproof, from the core out, then reverse it."

Delphi: *puts her hand down on top of the water and steams a small patch of water under it* I know a thing or two.

Angus Weaver: He watches the steam curling out from under Delphi's hand. "Hmmm..." A young mage is a dangerous thing, he muses silently, waiting for her response.

Delphi: Shapeshifting for instant hydrophobic furr? You must be pretty good to be generating nanosurface features like that! *is dutifully impressed*

Angus Weaver: "Well, I've had some time to work with it; and it's all natural changes. Normal fur can be made waterproof if it has enough oil in it, so..." He shrugs then. "I've tried working with other chemistry, too, but I don't trust it as much."

Delphi: Too bad I cant use that. No shapeshifting. *shrugs* Oh well.

Angus Weaver: "Ahh. I'm sure in time you can learn, though." Angus walks around and takes a seat on one of the free lounge chairs.

Delphi: *gets out using the side ladder and sits in the edge, feet dangling* Unfortunately stuff like shapeshifting is unusually difficult from my approach. Same with healing. They call it paradigm contamination. The physics-based understanding we technomages have of magic makes it very easy to do things like heat rays and moving metal magnetically, but makes it difficult to try things like healing or shapeshifting which lack analogs outside of magic.

Angus Weaver: "Hmmm... I guess it's easier when you're born to it. But yeah, from the physics side, biology's a whole different nut to crack. It's like several billion little chaos machines all working at once."

Delphi: *giggle* And right now all my little chaos engines seem to be manufacturing hormones to their hearts content.

Angus Weaver: "Ehhh... Well, mine are getting tuckered out." He stifles a yawn -- he was up a bit late the night before.

Delphi: Now you're making ME tired!

Angus Weaver: "Ack, sorry." (He's getting bleed-over from the PG; time-zone differences. Gotta love 'em.)

Delphi: What happened to all the chaos anyway?

Angus Weaver: "... Equilibrium?" He looks around, wondering if everyone else has vanished, or something.

Delphi: Guess the party's winding down.

Angus Weaver: (Chemistry is about things heading to equilibrium. Biology's about things avoiding equilibrium. If a bio system stops doing that, we call it dead. So...)

Angus Weaver: He nods. "Well, I should head back down and try to get some sleep, then. Take care, Delphi." With that, he walks back towards the hold, again teleporting back to his room once he's off the deck, to head to sleep. (As the PG will in a few minutes. G'night, folks!)

Delphi: "If you hadn't nailed him to his perch he'd be pushing up daisies!"

Delphi: *finds herself a towel and also wanders off.*

Molly Fullin: Molly finally looks around after her PG got distracted playing Brawl, and shrugs... "Guess Sis can re-open things for the night."