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Who: Errybody
What: HOT SPRINGS: HOT SPRINGS EDITION
Where: Hot springs. Different hot springs. Not the hot springs that turned everyone into six year olds.
When: March 25th - March 29th
Warnings: Cursed springs. Sex swapping.

Right outside the resort is the main attraction, a collection of natural hot springs, separated by gender with a co-ed spring in the middle. Despite it being late March, there's still a dusting of snow on the ground, making the warm springs all the more inviting.

If the main resort area is too crowded for you, there are whispers of a secluded, private spring down a secret path. It's supposed to be very nice--if you can find it.

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Man, what a total butt. Although she was quickly narrowing down the list of possible suspects by the additional samples of his voice, and to those were were bold and daring enough to invite her over.

She slowly turned around, sinking lower into the water before lurching out of it, and resting on her elbows, breasticles conveniently hidden by the rocks at the water's edge.

"I'm over here for a reason." Her eyes darted to the top of the fence, then around, looking for any immediate, obvious cracks.

"There are better reasons for you to be over here," he replied without missing a beat, shifting to have his back against the fence, letting his head fall over his shoulder.

By this point, Falcon was mostly certain he'd given himself away, but the intention hadn't really been to disguise himself.

"I can list them for you, if you want."

An amused smile played on her lips, like it didn't want to belong there. Samus was almost positive this was Falcon, but a final confirmation couldn't hurt.

"I'll humor you." His list surely would give him away if he wasn't trying to disguise himself. By now she'd spotted a sizable peep hole and shuffled nearer to it, sounds of disturbed spring water and her voice being closer indicative of this.

"List them for me."

"First and foremost," he began, ticking the reasons off on his fingers even though she could not see, "I am much more enthralling than anything in that spring, I guarantee it."

Falcon was sure there were billions of reasons, practically. They'd be here until nightfall if he were to list them all.

"I am also more attractive than anything in that spring. I guarantee that too. I can go on if you like."

Billions of reasons ACTUALLY WERE NOT VERY PRACTICAL. CAPTAIN.

"You're much more attractive than anything in this spring." She repeated, hoping he caught the unintended insult he just delivered, to the implied spring that currently contained one (1) Samus Aran in.

"Why don't you come over here instead?" Was it a dare? It was probably a dare.

"Yes," he answered without missing a beat, the unintended insult actually slightly intended. He was the prettiest princess at the ball. "And if you stay over there, you'll miss out."

Falcon had entertained the idea of infiltrating the women's spring, of course, but wasn't sure if it was going to be worth the trouble.

"That depends on who else is there with you."

Samus Aran was always trouble.

"Well..." She lowered her voice, taking on a more serious edge. "This woman's not let me out of her sights for a while. It's a little unsettling."

"Yeah?"

Falcon was, of course, keeping in mind that this was going to be a game of some kind. More than a game--a contest, and the Captain certainly couldn't resist a little bit of competition.

"What does she look like?"

"Shoulder length blonde hair." She started, "Speaks with a British accent."

He'd have no way of knowing unless he took a peek for himself. Samus was certainly giving no indications if this "she" she was describe was currently still present in the spring or not.

(At the moment, no.)

"Very interested in my equipment."

He frowned--Falcon had been at the school for a very, very long time, and liked to think he knew of everyone in it, at the very least. This blonde woman with the British accent didn't sound familiar in the slightest, and that put him on guard.

He stood from the crack in the fence and began to see if he could spy over it, feet trying to gain purchase on the slippery wet rock.

"What kind of equipment are you packing?"

"...Four inch barrel." She started, "The slide's been reinforced, and the interlock with the frame is tightened for added precision. Original sight system, the thumb safety is extended to make it eaiser on the finger, a long-type trigger with non-slip grooves, and the best part..."

She paused.

"Unlimited ammunition."

It was more than a little difficult to gain some height on the fence, but with careful placement of his bare feet and a stunning display of upper body strength, Falcon was able to hoist himself high enough to peek over the top, looking down at the other bounty hunter below.

"In a hot spring, Samus?"

There was a time and place for guns.

She lifted thigh halfway out the water, halfway displaying said gun. Now that he could visually appreciate it.

"Why not?"

The answer, Captain Obvious, is that according to Samus the time and place for guns, is always.

"You don't like what you see?"

On any other day, Falcon would certainly not object to a little bit of leg. However, he seemed to be too busy lamenting the fact that Samus was apparently wearing a firearm strapped to her thigh and submerging it.

"In water, Samus?"

"Yes, Douglas." She answered, dryly. Most guns did not like to get wet. Most guns were also not super advanced weapons made by space birds andor the space Federation.

...Then again, given the nature of this gun in particular, firing it underwater would be disastrous for everyone occupying the water, Samus included. It'd be like dropping a live wire into the springs, which she admittedly did not consider. (Shoot first and ask later, as typical... or suffer later as it would be in this case.)

"..." She paused as that ran through her head. All the more reason to not trifle with her, she mentally justified, though that went unspoken for the sake of her own pride.

"...I haven't had to use it yet."

Edited (verbs) 2013-04-22 02:49 (UTC)

Alas, poor gun.

Falcon was pretty sure it was waterproof--Samus wouldn't bring something like that into a pool of hot water if such an action would break the thing, but firing weapons while submerged could be another story entirely.

He could feel his feet scrabbling for purchase on the smooth wood fence as he did his best to hold himself with upper body strength alone.

"Were you expecting to use it?"

"Better prepared than not." She countered. In efforts to try and ease the witty commentary off her, she decided to crane her head, curious about some of the scuffling and sliding coming from behind the fence. Falcon himself looked stable as could be to her--or at least his top half did.

"Are you having problems over there?"

Edited (hear her) 2013-04-26 08:10 (UTC)

Though Falcon knew that was true enough, he still couldn't help but question the decision to sit in a hot spring with a gun strapped to your thigh. Still, he wasn't one to question Samus' motivations--at least not while he was trying very hard to hold himself up over the fence.

"Problems? No. Hanging here is good for me. Work out the arms."

"You're too short to reach the rocks, that's kind of adorable." She quipped, knowing fully well he was in fact, not at all short. About as much as she knew he was definitely not working on his arms in any intended sense.

Falcon made that squinty plurk face for a few fleeting seconds, as if to ask Samus if she was for real.

"This fence is like...eight feet high."

The Captain, of course had only a mere six feet three inches.

"We could avoid this entirely if you came over here."

"Why don't you come over here?" Getting up out of her relaxing pool of hot soothing water? Nudidly at that? No way.

Not that Samus had any shame in her body, but given the choice, she would definitely choose the 'heckle Falcon and see how far she can push him' option.

"Liquid isn't here anymore eyeballing my equipment."

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