Lt. Cmdr Robin Hopper: Come On, It’s Fun
Robin Hopper
((Sub-Tropical Biome, Peace Park))
Treading water, Robin exchanged a few splashes with Nate before lying back and kicking off back towards the shallower waters and the trepidatious Ensign Esma. She glided towards her on her back before flipping around and touching the sand beneath her with her tip-toes.
Hopper: How’s it going? Not so bad, hmm?
Esma: Yes, this is good. It is not traumatic.
“Good” and “Not traumatic” were hardly synonymous in Robin’s book.
Hopper: Hey, don’t worry. You’ll be fine. ::Waving Richards and Ylvor over:: Why don’t we all have some fun in the shallows for a bit? ::Back to Esma:: You know how to cannonball’?
The other two made their way over, forming a little swimsuited group in the shallows.
Richards: Would be easier to cannonball off of one of the docks, don’t you think?
Ylvor: I'd worry the water would be too shallow here. Off the docks would work.
Esma: Response
Robin turned to her naysayers and made a ‘brushing away’ motion with both her hands. oO Ye of little faith… Oo she thought. Swimming over to Nathan, she then put an arm around his neck, resting her side against him.
Hopper: How far do you think you can throw me?
Richards: Hmm… ::Scrunching up his face:: Good question.
Ylvor: Medical teams on standby. Possible bruised ego. ::Torvi laughed::
Esma: Response
Robin laughed along with Ylvor, and looked to Nate with an amused smile – her eyebrows raised expectantly.
Hopper: ::Wink, to Richards:: Give it your best shot.
She felt Nate’s metal right arm – COLD! – wrap around her lower back, and his left forearm tucked under her knees.
Richards: Hold on tight.
She happily obliged – not wanting to fall out his arms early, keeping an arm wrapped around his shoulders. He waded inland a meter or two, until she was fully out of the water, then turned back towards the lake. Robin tucked her legs up, into her best impression of a ball, and waited for the inevitable launch.
A moment later, he tossed her with a slight twist. As she sailed out of his grasp and towards the lake (a little higher and father than she’d expected, given the extra torque his prosthetic could manage) she couldn’t help but let out a startled yelp – which was quickly cut short as she splashed down into the water.
Ylvor: New entrants into the Starfleet diving team I think! ::She clapped::
Esma: Response
Robin popped up out of the water, her feet just touching the bottom where she’d landed, and pushed the tangled mess of wet hair out of her face with an enthusiastic “Woo!”.
Nate, meanwhile, was showing off for the other girls – flexing and striking poses. As Robin caught sight of him, she covered her face with a hand to stop from laughing out loud at the silliness of it all.
Richards: And the crowd goes wild!
Ylvor: You alright Robin!?
She uncovered her face, nodding slowly as she continued to try and hold in her laughter. Walking back through the water towards the others, she made sure to double-check and adjust her suit, just in case there had been any slippage during her flight (or, more likely, during the landing).
Hopper: I’m great. What do you think?
Esma: Response
Richards: ::Chuckling:: Who’s next?
Robin grinned, hoping for another volunteer, but Torvi immediately opted out, raising her hands in a ‘not me’ gesture.
Ylvor: I can happily throw myself in..
She was about to admonish the new security officer for not being sporting – but Robin was unprepared for what came next, as Torvi leapt acrobatically back into the water, tucking herself into a ball as she went, and sending a rain of water up in the air. Robin managed to shield her face, but still got a hefty splash.
Hopper: Woah! ::Chuckling:: Yes. Yes you can.
As Ylvor emerged from the frothing water, Robin clapped for her a few times.
Hopper: Okay – that was impressive. ::to Esma:: What about you? Want him to throw you? It’s fun! ::Patting Nate’s arm:: He’ll be careful with you, right?
Esma/Richards: Response
((OOC – Please continue to backsim here, i.e. if Esma goes along with it))
Ylvor: A drink would probably taste better than this water.
Esma/Richards: Response
Hopper: ::Pointing over towards the area where Wil was cooking:: I’m sure you can grab something over by the grill – and you can say “Hi” to our First Officer while you’re over there. He’s the one with the tongs.
Esma/Richards: Response?
Ylvor: There a replicator nearby?
Robin looked back-and-forth between Nate and Esma, wondering if either of them knew about the set up. There wasn’t typically a replicator on hand in the park, but the station did have several mobile replicator units on hand for special occasions, or extended away missions. She had requisitioned a few of them herself during the carnival the prior shore leave.
Hopper: ::Smirking:: Why, you thinking of something a little more unique than whatever’s in the cooler? Maybe someone could show you where the nearest replicator is.
Esma/Richards/Ylvor: Response
Hopper: I’d take you myself – but if I dry off, I’m not going to want to get back in. ::Chuckling::
She once again looked towards Nate and Esma, hoping one of them would volunteer. Really, she hoped that Esma would volunteer, since she didn’t seem to be enjoying herself much anyways – and Robin wasn’t mad at the idea of getting some time alone with Nathan…
Esma/Richards/Ylvor: Response
TBC
