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Ingrid Wolseithcrafte
I was hoping for an ordinary swim
Sun Apr 8, 2018 10:37
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Ingrid made her way to the MARS water room. She liked to alternate her climbing sessions with swims. Swimming was good exercise that worked all kinds of muscles, but it was also a chance to relax her achy limbs when she’d had a tough session on the pitch or the climbing wall the previous day. She had her swimsuit on under her clothes - it was a functional and boring black one that she wore for actual exercise swimming instead of fun swimming/hanging out in the lakes. She had shorts and a shirt on over the top, although the shirt had been buttoned lazily and the top of the swimming costume could be seen (as far as she was concerned that was no different to wearing it open over a t-shirt, and that was perfectly acceptable). Her hair was pulled back in a French braid.

When she got to the MARS room, the sign said it was engaged, but she figured she’d stick her head in and see what kind of water arrangement the person using it had going on because she could happily swim in most things. However, when she opened the door, she found picnickers instead. She had to admit, that she didn’t really get that as a use of the rooms, and she actually found it kind of selfish. Not being blessed with a great patience for or appreciation of fine scenery, she couldn’t see the point of using a MARS room instead of the real outdoors.

She was going to give up on it as a bad lot when one of the picnickers waved her over. She knew the Newells by sight, even if she didn’t really personally know them, and knew that it would be rude to refuse. She made her way over, dropping the sports bag with her towel in it onto the rug beside them and sitting herself down. She raised her eyebrows playfully at the question asked. She was the youngest of five, and not exactly easily intimidated by a bit of banter.

“I think I should hear the cases before and against before I make up my mind,” she replied. As head girl, she needed a dance partner, although she’d been leaning towards Fabian Brockert, though that was more out of mutual convenience than any particularly strong preference for him. The boy she liked - after all, she didn’t like any of the boys here that way. “What’s wrong with him?” she asked the young one, who she guessed was on the ‘against’ side.

  • An ordinary picnic.Dustin, Florence, and Brett Newell, Mon Mar 26 13:32
    The Newells chose the water room for their picnic today. Dustin had been complaining lately (as often he did) that the Gardens were too full of allergens and things. Dustin had no real allergies, but ... more
    • I was hoping for an ordinary swim — Ingrid Wolseithcrafte, Sun Apr 8 10:37
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