For the Whales!

[daxtastic]

((Open RP in the Great Hall. Backdated to Chance and Dax's Meetup at Ravenclaw.

It had been a rather pleasant evening for Dax and Chance. They met at the Ravenclaw bar, had some thinly veiled girl-talk, and generally enjoyed one another’s company.

That was until they had a drink of the purple stuff. Now, the formerly hygienic, productive

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[hot_german]

A man in a towel walked by the two stoned soul sisters making posters in the hallway. Aura cleansing for Greenpeace? Hmm.

"What have the whales done to deserve brownies?" Dieter asked, hitching the towel up a little higher around his waist. The movement caused the towel to flap open for a second, making it clear that only a little bit of terrycloth was keeping Dieter from the world.

[chance_silvey]

Chance regarded this fine specimen of mammal flesh with wide eyes. "Wow," she breathed. "You're so in tune with your own body."

[hot_german]

"Yes," Dieter said. "Being in tune with the body promotes being in tune with the soul, bringing unity to a person. However, there comes a time when one must be above the flesh, to let the soul triumph. Is that what you're doing for the whales?" he asked.

[chance_silvey]

"Yes," Chance told him with absolute conviction. "That's exactly what we're doing with the whales. And the brownies."

[daxtastic]

"And the crystals!" Dax added. Of course, she was speaking in Platypus, so it was doubtful her peers understood what she was saying. But they heard her, and that was totally the important thing. For the whales?