Wesemdpushingtheboat
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Revision as of 21:46, 30 July 2015
The only way everything fits is if you all stack yourself on top of one another, a feat you find, if anything, hilarious. Jo is resigned to sit in your lap, which you try not to think too hard about - you don't want any surprises for either of you. Instead, to distract yourself, you begin to pretend to sing Italian gondola songs as you two paddle down the river.
It does not take long before everything goes wrong.
The boat flipped in a single wave barely a fourth of the way there. In a panic, you try and grab for the belongings that are sinking, finding one of the bags. You move up out of the water with the bag on your back, and see you are alone. Quickly, you submerge again, flailing and searching for Jo. You find her, grab her arm, and begin to pull her up. You find it too hard to move, and desperately kick your boots off your feet. You drag her across the river, pumping your legs as you go, until you reach the shore of the mansion. You throw the bag down and place her down. Your muscles are flaring and weak. You fumble with her zipper and decide to just rip the whole thing open to reach her chest, where you compress again and again. After an eternity, she spits out water.
You sit back. Jo sits up, hardly saying a word, taking in her surroundings. She feels her chest.
"CPR." He says without delay.
She moved her hands to her mouth. "I was dying?"
"Just chest compressions." You lay back, breathing hard. Your muscles are tired. You hardly can speak.
"You brought a bag." She said.
"It's yours." You manage.
You hear rustling for a short while, and then Jo is standing above you. "Give me your shirt." You are surprised at what is happening. She is holding her hoodie together.
"What?"
"Just give it." She said again, this time more angrily. Slowly, you move your sore muscles to remove your shirt, which you hand up to Jo.
"It's just as wet."
She turns around, taking the hoodie off her shoulders. You see her back with only the small clasp of a bikini-style black bra covering the sight. She is fit and slender, and you can easily see each movement she makes to put your shirt on over herself. She turns back to you, fully covered. "What?"
"Nothing, just, well, are we doing this still?"
"Of course we are. We still have paint. I just need to scale the building, and make a four story tag."
"I just..." You begin to think. "This will sound stupid, maybe, but if we are going to walk around in the mansion, or step around out here in the rocks, I'm out of my boots. I can wrap my feet up like moccasins - it'll help me get around, if I had some stuff to do so."
Jo points to the broken hoodie on the ground. The zipper must have broke. "Right. That's one foot. Unless you want me to rip it up." You feel a little sheepish asking this, but you know there will be a lot of walking, climbing, possibly even running ahead of you. You wanted some protection more than thin black socks.
"What would the other foot be?"
"Maybe your leggings? I mean you've got my shirt - it's long. Look, you don't have to. It's just a thought."
Jo does not look pleased, and looks to her own clothes. You doubt she had more than underwear under the leggings, now, and wish you never asked. Still, she looks considerate. You decide to either ask again for both the hoodie and the leggings, or just tell her to forget it, and stick with mutilating the hoodie for both your feet. You doubt she would miss it.
| Status | ||
| Wearing | wet black jeans, belt, Swim Trunks | |
| Mood | Exhausted and sore | |
| Inventory | None | |
