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[ablativeholopleather]

Yo, you found Wayne, leave me a message if you wanna.

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[decrypter]

[the joy that pours from her in the laughing is wholly honest, bright and earnest in where it comes from. she feels the spinning and can only think of certain carnival rides, and they're soaring through the air, and this is one of the best days she's had on this ship.

it's only when Wayne chooses to stop that she'll loosen her grip on him, but no matter how windblown she is, she's still in the highest of spirits.]

How did you do that?

[ablativeholopleather]

[Best not to exhaust themselves entirely, he figures. They can go get something to drink and cool down and he jokes that if she really wants to get somewhere fast and doesn't mind her hair being a windswept mess he could certainly get her there.]

Pneumataphores. Some of us back home could use them to get across the water after the Accretion destroyed the island chain where I lived. I can't exactly do that here though.

[decrypter]

You probably could whenever we have an excursion, if there's water in it...I can imagine you flying across whatever landscape we encounter next. Maybe we'll have a desert at some point.

[fortunately for the both of them, the pool deck has a bar, which means they can get water easily. like Wayne, she doesn't go near alcohol.]

[ablativeholopleather]

I've done that before. It's pretty rad just finding somewhere really high and jumping then gliding the whole way down. I mean besides that one time I accidentally landed on top of a fonthintrelpine. That was pretty grody.

[He approaches the bar and asks after a couple of drinks, the punch that he normally gets that seems close enough to what he's used to that it's become his go-to drink when he's out here.]

When do you think the next excursion's gonna be? That carnival thing was rad.