Day Twenty-One Showdown at the Beach, wet t-shirt contest style

[redemingpassion]

Who: Oryon, OTA
Where: Beach
When: Late Evening
Rating: Sticking with R
Invasion: Why not.

Status: Open, on going
Summary: Water. White t-shirts. Boobs. That is all

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[surprisetalents]

Standing tentatively in Oryon's doorway, Surprise knocked softly on the open door, one foot curved nervously around the back of the other leg's bare calf, her free hand tucked behind her back as well, absently fiddling with the ends of her hair.

"Um, hello?" she ventured, "Is this where you sign up for the ..."

She gestured vaguely, hoping he knew what she meant. The concept was mostly lost on her, but Barney had suggested - or insisted, she wasn't sure which - she give it a go, so here she was. Absently, she sucked her lower lip into her mouth as she regarded him.

[redemingpassion]

Soft blue hues lifted to the form that was in his doorway. By this point he was beginning to wonder if his idea was a bust, well at least now there'd be one competitor, though it wouldn't be much of a contest if there wasn't anyone else participating. A brow quirked at the one fiddling with her tresses, as a tiny smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"'Ey...the..contest?" The smile grew. "Yeah." Oyron mused over to where he had set the make shift consent form as he handed it to her. "Just need your name, and age. Then you'll get a shirt, and a number." After handing over the piece of paper, Ory rummaged through the box of shirts before picking out one to set on the edge of his mattress. As far as a number, well since she was the first one, why not follow a first come first serve. "What's your favorite number, one through one hundred?"

[surprisetalents]

She accepted the form, Talenting a slender pencil into her hand. Sure, she'd never be able to do that again, but when would she ever want to have a slender pencil again? It wasn't like she couldn't conjure other forms of writing implements. And really, he was already providing her with enough things; the least she could do was sign with her own pencil. In a rather loopy, girly script, she wrote the words Surprise Golem and her age, 18 before gazing up again.

"Twenty-five?" she offered tentatively, brows raised as if that might somehow have been the incorrect choice. Really, she didn't have any particular number she preferred; that one just seemed to be the first one that demanded her attention.

[redemingpassion]

Thumbing through the numbers, he paused when he came to the desired digit. Removing it from the stack he idly handed it to her. Though he didn't even bother asking where the pencil came from. He was beginning to learn that it was easier just, not to ask. Then again it couldn't be too much different that his own ability to call forth water and such. Though he would assume she could call forth, more than just a pencil.

"The number is like a sticker, just gotta attach it to the shirt. Starts around eight. 'Bout half an hour prior would probably be the best time to show up. That way we can get everything in order."

Oryon, skimmed over the consent form, just to make sure she was legal enough to take part in this to begin with. Blue tinted hues gazed over to her for a brief moment before sticking his hand outwards in her direction. "I'm Oryon. Kinda like the constellation, only cooler." He offered a small smirk before peering back at the form to catch her name, "Nice to meet ya,..Surprise."

[justified_sins]

She'd had doubts. And she'd waffled. And she'd debated. But in the end, the idea of someone - well, Logan - looking at her while she was parading around up on stage ... well, that settled it for her.

Besides, it wasn't like anyone had to touch her. They'd just be looking, and she'd be careful.

Making her way up to the fifth floor, she waited until she'd caught her breath before winding her way to the appropriate room. She rapped lightly on the door before she peeked in. "Hey," she greeted him quietly, cautiously. "Is this the ... I saw the flyer?" she finally concluded.

[redemingpassion]

Oryon's head popped up at a new voice, "Hey." Pardoning himself from the other occupant of his room as he slightly grasped the make-shift consent form; he moved to where the newcomer stood. "Feel free to make yourself at home for the moment."

"I'm Oryon, or Ory, whichever you prefer." He'd extend his hand in a friendly like manner as he mildly tipped his head. "Just need you to sign your name and put your age, so I don't get nailed for anyone being under age." He'd point in the direction of the shirts and numbers after handing her the form. "Feel free to pick your favorite number, shirts are most size fits all. Just make sure to attach the number to the shirt. I'll be the mastermind behind the water, so you won't have to worry about that bit."

Soft blue orbs glanced back to the pile. He was up to two..if it stayed like this he might as well just declare the both of them the winners.

[justified_sins]

Rogue instinctively slipped her hands behind her back when he reached out to shake hands. She shook her head a little and managed a vaguely apologetic look for him. "I'm Rogue," she said softly before she carefully took the form and a pen, retreating a little to fill it out on the desk.

She wondered a little if there were a lot of underage people here. Granted, she'd seen some that looked younger than her, but that didn't always mean anything. Once she'd signed the form and chosen number 12 as hers, she handed it back to him.

[redemingpassion]

He blinked at the retreat and gave a small look of confusion "You can't be shy, if your signing up for this, are you?" Oryon didn't overall think to much of it as she retracted to fill it out. People had their quirks he guessed, unless there was something underlying about it. Again, he wouldn't look to into it. Not his place after all.

"Uhm, best bet is to be there by about half an hour prior to the actual time. That way we can get things at least half-assed organized." He reached over to the pile of shirts and nonchalantly handed her one, making sure to leave as much of a gap between any bodily connections just in-case she still wasn't up for the whole contact thing.

[justified_sins]

Corey had been highly disinclined to head up by herself. So she'd recruited. She'd snagged Libby who'd snagged Kat, who'd then snagged Lily and Danielle. They'd attempted to recruit Jaime, but the girl had politely declined. So instead, Kat had suggested Kaylee, and they'd recruited her as well.

There was a lot of chatting and laughing and an occasional squeal or two as the girls trouped up to the fifth-floor room.

"So, who 'as significant others who are going to kill them for this?" Dani inquired, laughing as she walked along with them.

"I doubt he'll kill me," Lily offered. "But I can't imagine he'll be pleased that half the town is looking at me like that." She grinned. It did sound fun though - daring and exciting and whatnot.

Besides, she could always make it up to him.

Corey grinned. "I have one. And he's got a gun." She giggled, then shrugged. She honestly wasn't sure what sort of relationship she and Booth were actually participating in, but ... she couldn't imagine he'd dislike the show.

Kat nodded her agreement. Quinn

[redemingpassion]

He faintly heard the sounds of squeals at idly craned his head towards the door. Okay, so maybe two wouldn't be the final number. He tried to train his ears in the direction of which the sounds came but it was all still faintly muffled, which was probably a good thing. No sense it letting his hopes up in-case they were inhabitants of the other dorm rooms.

Though he still maintained a polite presence to the other two women in his room, he hoped that those other voices would end up making it to his room. Then his contest could really get started.

He glanced idly at his clock to see just how much time he had, which was still enough. But he was definitely glad that he had set up the stage and everything prior.

[ashes_like_sand]

The six of them arrived in a group, clustering in the doorway before Kat grinned and stepped forward. "We're here to sign up for the show off our boobies contest?" she said, a grin quirking her lips as the girls behind her engaged in a collective giggle-fit.

"So how's that work?" Kat continued boldly as she stepped further into the room, pale green eyes flicking curiously over him before regarding the pile of shirts. Well, at least they wouldn't have to soak one of their own.

[redemingpassion]

If he had been drinking anything, it clearly would have been snorted out at the woman's comment. Okay, so he definitely heard voices but he wasn't expecting that many. The more the merrier at least. Now he had a contest forming. "Show off your boobies contest...In not so many words, but alright." Snagging the consent form he handed it and a writing utensil over to the one that initially spoke up

[purebredhound]

Angua stepped lithely into Ory's room, rapping her knuckles rather superfluously on his door. She was quite dry now, blond hair scooped up into a high pony tail. She grinned a little.

"Hey," she ventured softly, "You get any more takers?"

She thought she'd seen a group earlier, but then she might have just been assuming they'd come from here.

[redemingpassion]

At least he could tell that voice from the others, he had just heard it not too long ago after all. "Hey, and here I was half expecting a furball." He offered a cheeky grin as he held out the consent form to her, granted he knew her name, but he sure as hell wasn't about to ask a woman her age. He valued his life after all.

"A few. We're or well I'm, up to eight I believe. Name and age." He grinned a bit brighter as he recalled the sight of her wet form as he was leaving the pool. Okay, so maybe there would be some perks for him tonight. But for the most part he respected the contestants for having the proverbial balls to do this.

"Shirt and a number. Just attach the number to the shirt and be there half an hour prior to start time. But of course you're more than welcome to stay here for a bit. I don't have anywhere to go just yet."

He half propped himself against his desk before opting to lean against the nearest wall. It was at least a bit more comfortable this way.

[purebredhound]

She laughed a little at the furball comment, and if it hadn't required getting entirely nude she might have shifted there and then just to mess with him. As it was, she wasn't going to be stripping down in his room just then. Accepting the paper, she wrote her information in neat, almost archaic looking script - Angua von Uberwald, 25 - before handing it back to him, hands pressing into her back pockets as she regarded him.

"I might hang out for a bit before you get me wet," she murmured, eyes flashing.

Yes all right, that was bold - and perhaps bolder than she usually was - but the joke begged to be made, and she couldn't help herself.

[redemingpassion]

He flashed a smirk, teeth gnawing softly against the loops in his lower lip. Angua would make contestant number nine. He officially had a decent contest going. Not that he wouldn't mind a few more. Granted he wasn't expecting to go through all the shirts and numbers, but putting a small dent in the piles would be nice. Then again, left overs meant more contests. Could be fun.

"Hn. And to think, earlier to get you all wet, all I had to do was nudge you into the pool." Blue eyes darted over her form daringly, as a hand shifted through askew blond locks. Playful banter was fun, but he was being mindful not to tread too deeply that would get his jugular ripped out; or a limb gnawed off.