WHO: Jojo and Susan Pevensie and anyone who wants to jump in. WHAT: Jojo tries to help Susan get into the swing of things. WHERE: The docks. WHEN: Day 98
As much as it seemed like a betrayal to be thinking this, the clarity of the water here near rivalled Cair Paravel. Her feet were completely immersed inside the crystal clear water, her socks and oxford shoes having long since been discarded on the dock, thrown haphazardly along with the restricting school blazer and tie. Much like the first time they entered Narnia, except that now she was alone
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"No problem! I was glad to have an excuse to go flying!" Jojo had developed a liking for being in the air - he blamed Max for that - so he generally didn't mind going flying places. He hovered the glider a little ways in front of her face, smiling and waving from his seat beneath the propeller.
"Come on, the town's this way! There are plenty of places to stay, for a little bit of cash. If you look in the journal there should be enough money for you to find a place. And if you get a job you'll have more - which is really easy, since everyone needs help around here."
When they started moving, he moved just ahead of her, level with her head so he could tell her what they were passing and where they were. Jojo never figured himself the tour guide type, really, but he was doing a well-enough job.
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Since he got bitten by the dog, Sena had been feeling a little more than under the weather. But he couldn't stay cooped up inside the house for much longer- for some reason, ever since he got here, he had a habbit of trying to stay outdoors for as long as possible. Maybe it was because of Hiruma-san's house arrest. Who knew.
But whatever it was, Sena figured that a little fresh air would do him some good- even if he was still feeling dizzy and feverish. He walked down towards the beach, spying a familiar figure in a glider next to rather pretty girl he didn't know the name of.
[ooc: XD OMG... we never finished that log, did we. <.<' maybe we can just assume they fixed it...]
Jojo hadn't expected anyone to call out to him. His glider dipped a little as he turned his head - a little to suddenly - at the name, and it took a little pedaling and a little work for him to get it flying steadily again. When he did, he spotted Sena, the boy who'd come in to get his camera fixed.
"Oh! Hey Sena!" Jojo couldn't help but frown. Sena was pale - like he'd had a case of the Who-Flu for days without medicine or hot soup. He led Susan over to the boy. "What's going on? ...Uh, you okay? You don't look so good..."
"Oh, I see. Well- I'm not particularly good at many things, so I'm not sure what kind of job I could get.." she chattered on as they walked, holding her shoes and socks in one hand, and her tie in the other. The glider certainly was comical, and she couldn't help but giggle every time she saw it. Again, his earnestness was touching, and although she found him adorable, Susan would never say that out loud. After all, if Reepicheep was to be used as an example, little people or creatures didn't appreciate being called 'cute'.
Susan listened to his words intently as they walked, although part of her was also trying to take in the scenery as well. He mentioned things about money, and sure enough she'd found a pouch with silver coins in her journal. As a tour guide, he was exceptional. She found that the confused furrow of her brow was loosening even as they walked, and things were starting to make sense, now.
She'd just been about to open her mouth and thank him again for helping her when another boy had rushed up to them. San? What
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"Come on, the town's this way! There are plenty of places to stay, for a little bit of cash. If you look in the journal there should be enough money for you to find a place. And if you get a job you'll have more - which is really easy, since everyone needs help around here."
When they started moving, he moved just ahead of her, level with her head so he could tell her what they were passing and where they were. Jojo never figured himself the tour guide type, really, but he was doing a well-enough job.
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But whatever it was, Sena figured that a little fresh air would do him some good- even if he was still feeling dizzy and feverish. He walked down towards the beach, spying a familiar figure in a glider next to rather pretty girl he didn't know the name of.
"Jojo-san!" He greeted waving slightly.
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Jojo hadn't expected anyone to call out to him. His glider dipped a little as he turned his head - a little to suddenly - at the name, and it took a little pedaling and a little work for him to get it flying steadily again. When he did, he spotted Sena, the boy who'd come in to get his camera fixed.
"Oh! Hey Sena!" Jojo couldn't help but frown. Sena was pale - like he'd had a case of the Who-Flu for days without medicine or hot soup. He led Susan over to the boy. "What's going on? ...Uh, you okay? You don't look so good..."
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"Oh, I see. Well- I'm not particularly good at many things, so I'm not sure what kind of job I could get.." she chattered on as they walked, holding her shoes and socks in one hand, and her tie in the other. The glider certainly was comical, and she couldn't help but giggle every time she saw it. Again, his earnestness was touching, and although she found him adorable, Susan would never say that out loud. After all, if Reepicheep was to be used as an example, little people or creatures didn't appreciate being called 'cute'.
Susan listened to his words intently as they walked, although part of her was also trying to take in the scenery as well. He mentioned things about money, and sure enough she'd found a pouch with silver coins in her journal. As a tour guide, he was exceptional. She found that the confused furrow of her brow was loosening even as they walked, and things were starting to make sense, now.
She'd just been about to open her mouth and thank him again for helping her when another boy had rushed up to them. San? What ( ... )
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