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Marie avoided drinking the water on Friday night, instead drinking the rest of a bottle she'd frozen before. (Un?)fortuanately, the first thing she did in the morning was drink a glass of tap water. And drink. And drink. And drink. And find a hot pink crayon and draw fish and octopi and kraken and turtles and pigfish all over the walls. Around four she was struck by the revelation that she had not yet gone swimming! So after an hour of struggling with her outfit she went off to run.
Not "run" as in "exercise," "run" as in "move your legs as fast as you can with your arms spread out behind you and thwacking anyone who dares get close to you." In the whole of three blocks she managed to trip over her shoelaces several times as well as knock over several unsuspecting pedestrians, then ran straight into the freezing water.
"........IT'S FUCKING COLD!"
She ran straight out of the water and back to the dunes, "Auugh c'est putain froid putain froid putain putain froid FROID-" where she tripped over her shoelace again and fell flat on her face. She was sitting on the dunes, grumbling, rubbing the sand out of her eyes when she had another flash of brilliance. A flash of brilliance that involved the Seaside Antiques store that just so happened to be across the way.
{French="It's fucking cold fucking cold fucking fucking cold COLD-"}
[Text to Francis, Sindre, Valdi, Kai, Gilbert, Ludwing, Emilina, Gupta, Nicoleta, Ion, Feliks, and Dwei @ about 4:30]
I have a bathtub! Come help me!
{OOC: I'm laaate. Feel free to ignore the text, she just sent it to everyone on her contacts (mainly from work.) If you do respond.... Please don't let her drown. ;_;}
Not "run" as in "exercise," "run" as in "move your legs as fast as you can with your arms spread out behind you and thwacking anyone who dares get close to you." In the whole of three blocks she managed to trip over her shoelaces several times as well as knock over several unsuspecting pedestrians, then ran straight into the freezing water.
"........IT'S FUCKING COLD!"
She ran straight out of the water and back to the dunes, "Auugh c'est putain froid putain froid putain putain froid FROID-" where she tripped over her shoelace again and fell flat on her face. She was sitting on the dunes, grumbling, rubbing the sand out of her eyes when she had another flash of brilliance. A flash of brilliance that involved the Seaside Antiques store that just so happened to be across the way.
{French="It's fucking cold fucking cold fucking fucking cold COLD-"}
[Text to Francis, Sindre, Valdi, Kai, Gilbert, Ludwing, Emilina, Gupta, Nicoleta, Ion, Feliks, and Dwei @ about 4:30]
I have a bathtub! Come help me!
{OOC: I'm laaate. Feel free to ignore the text, she just sent it to everyone on her contacts (mainly from work.) If you do respond.... Please don't let her drown. ;_;}