Log:Downtime

2013/06/01 	 Scrapper Riptide 1

Scrapper flies in search of Riptide. She looks like she hasn't changed clothes, or bathed, since last time they were together.

Riptide is, as almost always, down on the beach.. or at least near it. This time he is at the parking lot near the boardwalk helping a person who's vehicle had stalled by carrying it over to a parking spot and thus not blocking other people's ability to leave, or traverse the parking lot. All in all, seems he's just being a good samaritan. As for him, well, he looks dry today, perhaps he hasn't been in the water in a bit.

Scrapper lands a fair distance away so as not to startle anybody, and then pauses, suddenly self conscious about how she looks. Perhaps she didn't think things through on her rush to get out the door.

Not like style has ever really mattered to terribly much to Riptide, being as the guy wears a shortcut style wetsuit everywhere, never wears shoes, and uses his fingers for a hair brush. Of course his hair is genetically modified to /not/ tangle, part of the adaptions for sea life that Atlanteans have so that's less of an issue. As he sets the car down in an empty spot Riptide brushes his hands off assuring the driver that it really wasn't any trouble at all and that he hopes they can get their vehicle fixed.

With all that done, he heads back down towards the beach and the boardwalk, not having caught sight of Scrapper just yet.

Scrapper yanks off her boots hard enough to pop some laces, then does a looooong dive into the ocean. If she can't get totally clean, she can at least get the worst of the dungeon dirt off. Unfortunately, such a move is not subtle.

It's the dive towards the ocean that catches Riptides attention, flying person in the air not so much but anything that is towards, or from, the ocean gets Riptides attention pretty quickly. He raises an eyebrow as he heads towards the ocean himself, not in any great rush but on the way he comes across Scrappers footwear, which he does recognize at least. He hmms at the state of them and studies them where they lay like it were a crime scene, gaze intent.

Scrapper scrubs furiously underwater then rises up, with her head back like something out of a movie so that her hair falls back and out of her face as she clears the water, wet tank top slightly out-thrust by the motion. But despite her best intentions, some of her mascara waits till she clears the water before trying to run off her face, spoiling the picture-perfect effect.

Which is also unfortunately lost on Riptide as he is studying the footwear even still. He picks one up and starts to study it, catching the rising form of Scrapper only after she is mostly out of the water, running mascara and all. "Aha." He says to himself then goes to pick up both discarded boots and make his way towards the surf with a smile, absently brushing long white hair out of his face.

Scrapper pulls her hair back, sluicing the water off of it with her hands as she walks out of the ocean. But she pulls the hair harder than most would and the ocean remains at waist level for a bit longer than the bottom would indicate. "Miss me?" she asks innocently as she blinks the last of the mascara out of her eyes.

Riptide smiles as he takes in her appearance, walking into the water without hesitation because, really, it's his home. He keeps her boots out of the water though since she left them behind on purpose and moves to wrap his free arm around her when he draws close enough. Of course that's not all, he pulls her in against him and leans down to press a hard kiss to her lips so she can feel it, his glowing eyes closing as he tastes her lips against his own, "Mmmm always." He murmurs in answer against her lips even still. "Do you not own a bathing suit?" He asks curiously after a few moments, studying her curiously. "I wish I could go get you an Atlantean outfit... then you could function on the surface and in the water equally well. I still have mine, but was informed that," He clears his throat, "Men do not wear skirts."

"Women do." Scrapper offers.

"So do men, in Atlantis." Riptide says with a bit of a shrug. "Only our armor is form fitting, we prefer loose flowing garments that do not restrict our movements of course much of our clothing is for decoration more than anything else. We have little need for protection from the elements anymore."

Scrapper says, "If you could loan me the cloth, I could see about having it reproduced.... and maybe get my hair cut too. I seem to have lost my hair tie." Loose and wet, Scrapper's hair easily falls to her lower back.

He tosses Scrappers boots back to the sand easily, well clear of the water and thus frees up both of his hands so more easily attend to his fiance. With a smile Riptide murmurs, "I like your hair down and long. I do not think I would enjoy it as much if it were cut." He runs fingertips of his now free hand through her hair as he studies her hair and then her eyes and face. "As for the material... I am uncertain at this time. Allowing Atlantean technology into the hands of the surface is forbidden." He looks thoughtful, "Maybe I can find a patrol... and arrange to get some supplies... I could get you an Atlantean outfit then perhaps... though... if your allies would wish to examine and replicate it that would be troublesome."

Scrapper watches his hands and smiles at Riptides gentle touch. She teases, "I could wear a two-piece swimsuit all the time. I'm told I have the figure for one, now."

Riptide smiles a little wryly, "You can wear anything you like... I simply meant if you intend to spend more time in the water... then an Atlantean outfit would be good for you... since you could wear it in and out of the water if you chose..." He chuckles and presses another kiss to her lips, "As for your figure... you would be beautiful in anything at all..."

Scrapper kisses Riptide warmly, floating up a bit to get her arms on his shoulders. "Good answer," she says when she finally comes up for air.

Riptide returns the kiss, hugging her tight enough to crush her to him, well, crush her to him enough to really feel it. When she finally breaks it he leans his head down and bites her shoulder right where it meets her neck... apparently PDA is not a problem for the Atlantean at all, especially as his hand around her waist slides down to cup and squeeeeeeze her rear and pull her in tight against his heat and warmth. "It is only the truth." He murmurs, "Maybe... maybe we could go to your friends and tell them what we need... and I could give them the pattern but if the surface made cloth similar to ours on their own... that is not my fault yes?"

Scrapper mms, "That sounds excellent, but not right now. I have spent the last several days going guard duty *inside* a dungeon and sleep is somewhere in my top five list today." She wraps her legs around Riptide's waist. "But maybe not number one."

Riptide chuckles softly when she clings to him like that and he returns the favor, wrapping his strong arms around her and lowering his mouth to hers in another deep hungry kiss, "Well then we shall have to attend these desires of yours... in order... I am guessing as much as lovemaking may be in that list... perhaps food, and drink, and clean clothing may be higher priority..."

Scrapper says, "I was fed, but you are probably right about the clothing. I stink, don't I?"

...

Scrapper makes it through the first thing on the list whether that involves falling asleep in the shower or in bed. She never makes it to the second item, whatever that is.