nineteen detention slips

[delincuente]

[The weather finally warming up means one thing for Alex - sunbathing. So she'll be trooping on down to the front lawn this afternoon, with her towel and (virgin?) drink and iPod speakers set up to play totally obnoxious rock music. Setting up camp right in the line of foot traffic, she stretches out to catch some sun.]

Does this place even have an outdoor pool? Someone totally needs to dig one, because this whole pool-under-a-roof-in-a-gloomy-castle thing isn't going to work out. 

((ooc: open! journal + lawn))

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[huffythedragon]

[Sup, Alex. Have your favourite dragon out on a walk]

Don't we have a duckpond for that?

[Yes, because duck ponds and pools are exactly the same thing]

[delincuente]

Dude, you can't just lay out by a duck pond.

[She peers over her sunglasses at him, with a total "like, duh!" expression.]

[huffythedragon]

Why not? It's just a bunch of water, isn't it?

[delincuente]

Yeah, and ducks.

[huffythedragon]

I'm sure they won't mind.

[delincuente]

It's not them I'm thinking about.

[huffythedragon]

The alligators, maybe? I don;t think they're all that dangerous...

[delincuente]

... There are alligators too? Well that's just awesome.

[huffythedragon]

I think they were someone's pets.

[delincuente]

Okay, either that person is the reincarnation of Steve Irwin, or they're a total idiot.

[huffythedragon]

But they're pretty safe, right? I mean, they haven't hurt anypony.

[delincuente]

"Anypony", maybe, but what about "anyhuman"?

[huffythedragon]

I'm sure it would have been mentioned that over the journals...

[delincuente]

I don't know. But either way, I am totally not getting near any alligators.

[huffythedragon]

You loss, man.

dictated

[amiable]

What's wrong with the pool in the castle?

[delincuente]

Well you can't get a tan inside a castle, can you?

[amiable]

Eh? Don't you get those in summer?

[delincuente]

Like I have anything better to do with my time until then.

[amiable]

There's the Four Seasons room.

[delincuente]

Oh. Hm.

Can you get a tan from a fake sun, though? Therein lays the question.

[Grammar is hers, not mun's.]

[amiable]

Well, it's magic! So... you must be able to!

Or maybe you can wish up one of those tanning beds...

[delincuente]

Yeah, because skin cancer is really awesome.

Hn, I'll try the Four Seasons room next time I feel like walking all the way up there.

[amiable]

[ FFFFF. ]

I'm sure that's impossible here!!

[delincuente]

What, like they're actually some rulebook somewhere around here that's all, "Thoust cannot fry thineself while in Paradisa", or something?

[amiable]

People don't get really sick here that often. [ No life threatening diseases, at least. ]

[delincuente]

... Well that's magically convenient.

[amiable]

How long have you been here?

[delincuente]

About a year.

[amiable]

You didn't know...?

[delincuente]

Hey, there's a lot to keep track of. Cut me a break.

[amiable]

Sorry!

[delincuente]

[Snort-laugh.]

I'm just kidding. Nah, I didn't know that. I just figured I'd gotten really lucky or something, never getting sick.

[amiable]

It's only happened to me a couple of times. [ She relaxes a lot more. ] But it's really rare!

[delincuente]

Huh. Well I guess I can log that away under "Things that might not totally suck about this place".

[amiable]

Paradisa isn't so bad!

[oneechan]

But isn't it a bit cold to be swimming outside still?

[delincuente]

It's March. That's, like, practically summer here.

[You're talking to a New York girl, Ran.]

[oneechan]

Summer usually starts in May, at the earliest, where I'm from.

[More like June, really.] Is it really warm where you're from?

[delincuente]

Where I'm from, it's usually still, like, fifty degrees. I'm taking what I can get.