Hestina

Vicki gave a polite smile and looked around, wondering where the girl had come from. Probably from the ceremony as she had, although it was certainly a little more casual than she would have attempted. Still, there were no dress requirements that she knew of and certainly everyone had their own upbringing. While it was a little unnerving to be snuck up on so easily, that was perhaps something to be forgiven since she had been so intent on reading the markers of the fallen. Really the only issue was one that she had long standing experience with, her inability to speak. Turning more to face the girl she tapped her lips and shook her head before pulling out her phone and hitting the saved message, "Hello. I am mute, but I can talk through this if you don't know ASL." Then, she quickly cleared the message, and typed out a quick one so that it wasn't quite the boilerplate greeting, "No, you are not bothering me. I was just wandering from the ceremony and guess I like to pay my respects a little different."

Usually! I am thinking that a super team needs to be forming... add Saku in there and you're set!

I find that I tend to be available for threads as I have one character and a fair amount of time to check the site and write. So Hestina/Vicki would be more than open to meet/adventure with Samaritan. Suggestions would be: (1) Social Meetings on Claremont, could be some kind of event for the end of the year? (2) Training time with some kind of Movement class? Vertical Movement Study? Or just combat training. (3) A street level robbery or minor criminal element that they combine to defeat. Perhaps a tie into the organization that's after him? Just some thoughts as I would be more than happy to enter a thread with you.

Vicky silently giggled and shook her head to indicate that everything was alright. She was pretty used to the fact that people did not always realize that she couldn't speak. It was not the first time that she had been the recipient of an unintentional monologue. Pulling her arms into her sleep shirt, looking a bit like a burrito, she wrestled a bit to remove her bra. After finally removing it she was able to slide it down the bottom of the sleep shirt. Pushing her arms back into the sleeves she walked back over to eileens bed, and plopped down. Sitting close enough that their shoulders rubbed she gave Eileen a very wide smile, as well as two thumbs up. <"Hey don't worry about it. I've had a lot a very one sided conversations with people. although I haven't been able to communicate like this with more than one or two people. You know, most people kind of freak out."> <"So I think your idea is a great challenge, or bet or whatever it is. Not sure that I think it will happen yet, but if it does that'd be awesome. I mean don't get me wrong, I'd love nothing more, but I'm totally fine now too. Just getting here and being with all of you is more than enough to make this a pretty awesome year. Guys are cool and all but not required."> There was a certain sincerity in what she said. over the years, relationships had been more of a bonus instead of something that she needed. Perhaps it was always having to move and the knowledge that regardless of how much she wanted it any relationship would be a short term endeavor. she wondered if that was going to change, since her parents had said that even if her father was reassigned she would remain at Claremont. <"Friends however, totally different story.">

As Eileen started to change Vicki felt a surge of relief. She was a little worried that this was going to be one of those awkward moments, like gym showers. Actually there was a lot that she had been relieved about. Eileen seemed pretty at ease with most things and didn't seem to put on pretentious airs or anything like that. While Vicki had practice dealing with lots of different people in her life, she was very glad that she seemed to be paired with someone who was just happy to be who they were. It was also good that she didn't seem to mind being comfortable, because at the end of the day, there was nothing better than comfy clothes. She quietly smiled as Eileen moved to her dresser and realized she didn't have her phone with her. It was still setting across the room where she had left it. Quietly getting up, she padded to the other side of the room to her own dresser. She kept an eye on her roommate, hoping at some point Eileen would realize that she was holding a one sided conversation. Vicki figured a thumbs up would do the job, but only when she was looking. Besides, she kind of liked the challenge or bet that Eileen had tossed out and wanted to agree with her idea. However, in the mean time, getting ready for bed was not a bad idea. Finding her sleep shirt in the mostly disorganized pile of clothes that had come from her dimensional pocket, she gave one last look back at Eileen to see if she could catch her eye. Seeing her still getting ready, she shrugged with a smile and slid off the sun dress which she had been pleased to wear on the first day of school. Pulling on the large light blue cotton shirt, which fell nearly to her knees she did a little wiggle before popping her head out.

Vicki stretched her foot back out, pressing her sock clad toes against Eileen's knee so they could remain facing each other, <"thanks, I mean, I guess I don't mind too much. Probably the same as everyone, you want to have something a little different in how you look or feel. Otherwise why would I read Seventeen?"> she finished the thought with a whimsical smile. <"...and I think you look awesome. I mean, guys like curves and you're cuper cute! I guess that means we'll just have to find that right person?"> She nodded determined, it was going to be a great year. Well a fraction of a year, but who cares? As she talked, she started to play with the french braid she had tied for school. It was late enough that it was time to undo it. Her hair was just a little longer than shoulder length, and while she normally kept it in a ponytail, today she felt like doing something a little special. As she was literally letting her hair down, she wondered how tolerant Eileen was to being casual? <"So... I sleep in an oversized tee, you don't mind if I hand out before bed in that do you? Haven't had a roomie before and don't want to mortify you or anything.">

Vicki leaned and nudged Eileen playfully keeping the shoulder to shoulder contact, <"Are you asking if I was dropped a lot as a child... it's possible, I hope not. Although, yeah, I did fall a lot in Gymnastics. It's kind of part of the learning curve, not the pleasnat part of it either."> She did give Eileen a sympathetic and knowing look, making a little bit of a pout as she thought, <"I do know what you mean about older boys in school. I saw enough of that to kind of miss that trap early on. But hey, if they are looking for small and QUIET, I am certainly up to that task! Don't have a whole lot of choice in the matter really. Although I guess they say, if you never had it, you don't really miss it."> Then looking down at her far less developed figure she paused, <"yeah, whoever said that was trying really hard to delude themselves.">

Okay, Saku's parents were in a very different league than she had guessed. When you talk about buying islands for a steal, then you had real money. It was cool though that she hadn't guessed it already. Most rich people tended to flaunt their wealth as some kind of divine right. It made her appreciate the girl even if she had just met her. Of course, that might also be due to the fact of just getting invited to a tropical island over the summer! She tapped a response, "Sorry. I didn't mean it like that. That sounds very cool, and I'd love too! I mean, I have to check and all, but that sounds like about the coolest summer ever."

Owned a whole island? Okay, she had thought it amazing that her parents had a used RV. That had seemed like a luxurious extravagance for anyone to possess. I mean a home with wheels? How cool was that. Yet if that was extravagant, what did that make a whole island. Her fingers danced atop the screen on her phone, "your parents own an island?"

<"Well you're a few inches taller than I am... so no... not really."> she sent with an appologetic shrug. <"Besides if that was true, then we should all be... well spilling out and wearing physics defying spandex. I'm only 5'5" most guys are my height or taller. Although I'll take a double of broad shouldered and muscles. There WAS a real advantage to gymnastics beyond sparkly outfits and falling on your head. Actually, I kind of liked watching PT on base too, some of those boys were very very good looking. Okay... maybe I've been spoiled for choice."> She pulled her knees up to her chest, sighing at the memories, <"I think I was pretty lucky on the guys I've dated too. Although, maybe not lucky enough to find someone that I kept in touch with after moving bases. I mean, there's like no evil exes out there... I don't think at least. They were nice to date and have fun with, but nothing that seemed to last more than a few months. No one I really keep in touch with anymore. What about you? Do you have exes in your past? Should I have some kind of secret sign for stalkers?">

Vicki listened to the young man struggle with the speech and her heart felt for him. These affairs were difficult in that often the young and living had a hard time relating to the men and women who had survived the challenges he attempted to articulate. Regardless, she thought, he was better for it, giving his time and effort to honor those who had come before him. While there was supposed to be some kind of raffle, one which she suspected that many of the attendees were here for, she had not entered it. Standing in a modest black dress she was here to give her own silent prayers to those who had come before. Those who had passed when her own father had returned. They deserved to be remembered and she made a point of attending the ceremonies each year. Although, it didn't mean that she always stayed for every speech. Instead, she quietly willed the poor young man some luck even as she wandered over to the graveyard. She was told it was old, and it looked the part. So it was unlikely that many soldiers had been recently buried there. Still, she decided a walk through the grounds, quietly contemplating life would be a fitting tribute. Perhaps a prayer and a word of thanks to dead ears would go well... as much a word as she could manage that is. Pausing at an old stone in a quiet corner of the yard, she looked down and wondered what had happened to the poor person.

Smiling Vicki blushed just a little, <"yeah, I saw it and I liked it and maybe I can sing the soundtrack... It's not my guilty pleasure though... I loved Scott Pilgrim vs. The World and V for Vendetta, I think they qualify as my guilty pleasure movies. Oh! I'll never ever turn off Sixteen Candles! I love that one."> She sighed and wiggled her toes togther, <"that was a tradition with Dad when he'd come back from deployment. We'd pop up some popcorn and curl up on the couch watching movies until I fell asleep. I don't think I usually got through more than one until recently."> there was a giggle across her link, <"now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure mom would have rather us had a different tradition. I kind of monopolized him when he came home. But she understood."> <"But who wouldn't want a clone? I mean your clone could sit at home doing homework and doing dishes while you got to go to the movies, or a party or something. I think I'd love a clone!">

I'll let her answer that. Up until a few posts ago, it was mostly social and unstructured. We'll be heading into a more structured post order as things start happening. Sorry to whiz ahead Heri.

Vicki nodded, which was hard to do laying on the floor on your back. She concentrated, vanished and then reappeared on the bed sitting. Reaching back over, she touched Eileen's shoulder even as she sat back against the wall again, <"Oh yeah, that's very true. I just think it would be a shame to get to know you for what... a month?... and then go through it all again in the fall. Besides, I don't start playing Bollywood until 2AM. Before that it's Polka and Waltzes..."> her mental laughter mirrored the wide smile on face. <"You're right though. No sense getting carried away just yet. Although now I am wondering, what are you doing for summer? Are you here, or going back? For me it's no big deal, Dad's at Lonely Point Naval Base right now, so I'm in town for the next couple of years whether I'm boarding here or not."> She thought about it, the one problem with moving around so much was that you tended to come and go to different schools at odd times of the year. You'd just get settled in, make some friends, and then summer would creep up and everyone would scatter like a pile of leaves in the autumn wind. <"Oh.... and at some point, my Mom is likely going to invite you over for Dinner or Sunday lunch. I hope that's not a problem... just giving you fair warning. She's already told me that like five or six times before I came here today. As for the Thunderdome?"> She raised her other hand and made a fist, shaking it like she was chanting, which of course, she couldn't, <"two men enter, one man leave!... that was one that Dad watched all the time. He said it was his guilty pleasure. That and Big Trouble in Little China.">

<"Yeah... I was held back a year in one of my transfers. Not sure why, I've always gotten good grades... but it is what it is."> she said explaining her year. At some point Eileen would have wondered about her age and year in school. <"But as far as practice, I'd love to practice with you. I mean as long as you can kind of tone it down. Not sure I want to be zapped... All mine is non physical harming, or however you want to call it. I'm kind of a pacifist when you get down too it. So anything I can do to incapacitate people is good. Which means... I can train with anyone! Well I think at least. Don't want to start breaking rules... yet."> Vicki paused for a long moment, <"So you're a Junior? I'm just finishing my Sophmore year. I hope they don't move us to new rooms next year when it starts. I mean... I know it's just been a day, but... well I think I'd really like to room with you next year as well. I mean if you want too as well. I suppose we don't need to make any hasty decisions or anything.">

Vicki silently giggled and wiggled on the floor, <"watch the feet, that's like my super vulnerability..."> she thought some of her silver laughter leaking through as well as her actual thoughts. Getting control of herself, she finally replied to the question, <"Oh, yes, I guess that's why I have Power and Responsibility on Thursday. I kind of figured they would have to teach that, because... well I mean they wouldn't want to be training the next generation of super psychos. Are you in that one too? I saw a bunch of different ones when I registered."> <"Although I hope not just classes, but also like training time. You know, where we can get together in pairs, or groups and train that way. Maybe with, or even against each other. I mean, I was able to handle some bank robbers a year ago, but I worry about what it would be like to face someone who can do other things too.">

Success! 12 Lifevests, and I'll also give you some reasonable containter/packaging for them. Your call.

Okay, so if you're just looking for wet suits. Nothing needed. If you want other stuff, then notice away!

To find the shed and equipment. Since I posted it first, Vicki is already there. If she had failed, then yes, I would have wanted one. Just more for a how much time is it going to take them. Unless Sakurako is going to a different location, then yes, I would like one.

Nah, no worries at all. Vicki is not the easiest to understand. She'll be there just starting loading things into her Dimensional Pocket when they arrive.

Far from the case, after greeting Elias and letting him know that she wasn't intentionally being rude she turned back to the Sailor suited technological wizard. She had some kind of idea, and while there were lots of people who had all descended on them, Vicki wanted to hear what it was. Or at the least get to know all the people here better. She reached out ot touch her, then realized that private channels were going to be rude. Thankfully her text speed was pretty amazing with all the practice she'd had over the years. I should totally enter some kind of texting contest, she thought to herself even as her phone chirped, "Sake Rake. ...and I know the phone is going to kill your name. I'm so sorry, I'll enter a phonetic spelling later. What was your idea?"

Oh, I didn't think you were dallying. Now how we get out there... that's up to all of you. Vicki is getting wet suits and gear.

Notice Roll for wet suits. [Notice: 1d20 10 = 21]

If there's space, I'd love to participate! She's a Sophomore at the moment turning a Junior next year. However, I will bow out for Seniors that want to have a last run in Claremont adventures.

Vicki shook her head to Eileen, looking very serious, but confirming what Sakurako had just said. While it was remotely possible that it was a Navy ship, she highly doubted it. Time however, wasn't something they were going to have an abundance of. In weather like this, the Coast Guard was going to have it's hands full, although it was good that Eileen was going to make sure they knew. Having some backup might be something they were very thankful for. What she didn't realize was that it seemed like all of them had just made the assumption that they SHOULD do something. Later, much later, she would recall this and thank whatever fates had landed her here. Now there was no time to think things over. She made a curved gesture, kind of like what guys did when they were trying to describe a woman and then tapped herself before then repeating the gesture and pointing to the rest of them. She didn't want to take the time to use the phone and hoped that they got the gist of her message. Her campus tour had given her a pretty good idea on where some of the store rooms were, and with a thought, she snapped out of existence, appearing briefly 100 yards away as she vanished again, making her way to the large ivy covered brick building. She wasn't sure how they were going to get out there, but hopefully one of the others could solve that as she appeared in the dark storage room only a few moments later. Where were those wet suits... Thankfully, everything was organized in a logical fashion and she began scooping suits and other deep water equipment into her Dimensional Pocket not caring that things were going to be a jumbled mess inside. Sakurako was right, time was not on their side.