MoaR Side Session Fixed

<Cliven> [It is later that night and everyone seems to have gone to bed except Maryn, who fell in cow dung.. is now cleaning herself off and Cliven who seems to be thinking about something. Who else could be awake at this hour? Lets find out in this special session of Maiders!]
* Nafrit is up late pursuing her studies. She was dissipointed at the ruins turing up nothing specifically interesting to her and the swealtering humidity and lack of understanding for the venacular only worsened her mood and made her wish she was out of the country as soon as possible.
* Nafrit undoes another button on her shirt before slapping the shoddy table fan
<Nafrit> "Damn it, work better!"
* Cliven was about to go on his way to the restroom when he heard Nafrit's frustration, he approaches and knocks.
<Cliven> Pardon the intrusion but something the matter?
* Nafrit sighs and walks to the door to crack it open and see who it is
<Nafrit> "Oh, boss.  Nothing life threatening."
<Cliven> I can't help but worry about my own crew even if it isn't life threatening.
<Nafrit> "Your consern is comforting,"
* Nafrit remarks deadpan
<Nafrit> "Its this humidity."
<Cliven> Ah... well... I heard something about a fan and I got a better functioning one if you'd like.
<Nafrit> "It should help.  It seems all this encursion had done is ruin my shirts."
<Cliven> Would you like to come along too?
<Nafrit> "For the fan?  I suppose.  I have probably been increasing the heat of this room with my presense now that I think about it."
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* Nafrit turns and leaves the cracked open door
<Cliven> [Outside the room is a nice breeze blowing through the corridors, though admittedly its not that much better than inside.]
* Nafrit comes back shortly after and comes out of the room. Her shirt is half open and stained with sweat
<Cliven> ...
* Cliven shys away.
<Nafrit> "I don't know how anyone lives here.  At least the desert is reconized as inhospitipal."
* Cliven starts walking torwards his room, but before that he hears pellets hitting the roof of this inn.
<Cliven> ...hmm..El Nino already?
* Nafrit groans
<Nafrit> "So much water..."
<Cliven> Hmm.. I thought you would like the water...
* Cliven shrugs and heads onward to his room, in there Lynette and Yumi are sleeping.
<Nafrit> "Humidity is the product of moisture in the air.  Massive rain will only exasperate the proble-  What are they doing in here?"
<Cliven> Oh, that. Lynette has some problem which I'm not allowed to discuss without her permission and Yumi likes to sleep with me for what ever reason.
* Nafrit frowns thinking what this could do for the room's tempeture over time.
<Cliven> Anyway.. we're not using the fan so.. its all yours.
* Cliven unplugs it and brings it with him.
<Cliven> [Nafrit, you catch an eye of what seems to be a parched document under what seems to be Cliven's bed. It beckons you to pick it up from sheer curiousity.]
<Nafrit> "How are you not using the fan?  Do you have dry ice in here?"
<Cliven> I guess.. we're humble to say as such.. hehe.
<Cliven> And personally I'm used to this kind of temperature.
* Nafrit she looks under the bed under the pretense of looking for the magic cooling off device they're actually using but is curious as too what types of things Cliven keeps. She realizes information on the others is something she's sorely lacking and is a valuable resourse.
<Nafrit> "What's this?"
<Cliven> ...!
* Nafrit pulls out the parchment
<Cliven> Ah...it's.. just a checklist of sorts I keep~
* Cliven is laughing nervously.
<Nafrit> "Uh huh,"
* Nafrit looks at it
<Cliven> [It has a list of all his crew, Mina, Janie, Nafrit, Chamomile, Yumi, Rachel, Maryn, Lynette, and Iris. With 2 marks on everyone and 3 marks on Nafrit for some reason.]
* Nafrit looks at Cliven incregulously, expecting an explanation.
<Cliven> Ahahaha...uhm... yeah...
* Cliven snatches the paper back from her, completely red and flustered, its not often he does this kind of expression. Quite odd really.
<Nafrit> "What do these marks represent?"
<Cliven> Ahaha... I'd rather not answer on that... for now.. but to keep what you saw a secret...hmm..
<Cliven> How about I do something for you instead?
* Nafrit contemplates
<Nafrit> "Keep talking."
<Cliven> Barring leaving this country Nafrit and the contents of this parchement, just ask and I'll do whatever I can to make it happen.
* Nafrit rubs her chin
<Nafrit> "Hmm, I will have to think on this.  I would not want to squander this."
<Cliven> Ahaha....p-please do...
* Cliven hides it deep within the recess of his pockets.
* Cliven goes out first, still bright red.
<Cliven> [The rain is getting heavier as any light sleeper would be awoken by now.]
* Nafrit follows
<Nafrit> "Well, this isn't the request by the way, I am curious.  I don't think I ever asked you what you were doing in Ejypt when you came across what was left of the expedition I was with."
* [BNS]Mina is surprised as Cliven suddenly opens his door just as she was about to knock on it. She just got back from shopping and is rather wet from being out in the rain.
<[BNS]Mina> Ah-!
<Cliven> ...
<[BNS]Mina> Ha... umm... hi, dad!
* [BNS]Mina scratches her head nervously. She knows she's in for it...
<Cliven> ...ah.. well.. j-just don't catch a cold ok Mina?
* Cliven walks right past her into Nafrits room carrying a fan.
<[BNS]Mina> ...eh? Umm... ok.
* [BNS]Mina steps out of the way, somewhat perplexed at the lack of Fatherly Disapproval (tm)
* Nafrit looks at Mina
<Nafrit> "Are you okay?  You're drenched."
<[BNS]Mina> Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine...
* Nafrit 's shirt is rather wet too but more in the underarm area
<[BNS]Mina> It's not like it's cold here, you know?
* [BNS]Mina grins and rubs her head
* Nafrit sighs
<Nafrit> "Yes I am very aware of this location's heat."
<Cliven> ..ah..
<Nafrit> "I am to understand you and your father have spent much time in this part of the world?  I do not know how you can be so comfortable."
* Cliven looks at Mina for one hard moment...and shys away.. right... no no.. bad Cliven!
<[BNS]Mina> Actually, I really haven't. I'm just fine because I'm wet...
<Nafrit> "Really?  I would suspect that would make the humidity feel worse.  I lack expierence outside of a dry enviroment.  I must test this."
* Nafrit walks into her room
<Nafrit> "Thank you for the fan, boss."
<Cliven> Ah... mind if I kept you company for a bit Nafrit?
<Nafrit> "Hmm?  No I would not."
<Cliven> ...Oh Mina.
* Nafrit takes a seat at the desk
<[BNS]Mina> ...?
* [BNS]Mina is really confused now
<Cliven> Your clothes are in your room, its right next to mine.
<[BNS]Mina> Umm... ok.
* Cliven points to door with a big "M" written on it.
<Cliven> ...your casual clothes are on the top, your work clothes are on the bottom Mina.
<Nafrit> "Is there something you wished to discuss, boss?"
<Cliven> Ah.. yeah...
* Cliven heads in.
<Cliven> You haven't been involved with us at all as of lately. I was just wondering if there is something on your mind.
<Nafrit> "My studies."
<Nafrit> "The heat."
<Nafrit> "That I don't know Spanish."
* [BNS]Mina is left in the hallway, still confused as all hell.
<[BNS]Mina> ...ok?
<Cliven> About that Spanish... what do you speak then?
<Nafrit> "Arabic and French.  I can read Koine Greek and Hewbrew."
<Cliven> You know....
<Cliven> I've always wanted to reach the end of the Catacombs.
<Nafrit> "Hmm?"
<Cliven> I hear amongst the million of corpses situated there, there were also treasure to be found in there.
<Nafrit> "There are still areas of exploration?  I was under the impression that we had gone through all the ruins."
<Cliven> Oh no.. I'm referring to the Catacombs in Paris.
<Nafrit> "Ah.  It is a macabre place popular with graffiti enthusiasts."
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<Nafrit> "Such an area sees so many visistors, that it still holds mysteries is unlikely."
<Cliven> I hear there a valuable item that might be of use to you there.
<Nafrit> "Really?"
* Nafrit is intruiged that's odly specific
<Cliven> ..some say it was the book of the dead that was hidden there.
<Nafrit> "I am unaware of a French book of the dead..."
* Nafrit rubs her chin
<Cliven> No no.. the Actual Book of the dead...
<Nafrit> "What would it be doing there?"
<Cliven> I would take it that it has something to do with the countless bodys and skeletons and something to do with the dead I'd assume.
* Nafrit shrugs
<Cliven>  At any rate, would you be interested in that?
<Nafrit> "I sensed nothing paricularly admist in my time there.  But I look forward to confirming it with you later."
<Cliven> Ah, you remember that pygmy statue we caught an eye on earlier today?
<Nafrit> "Vaugely.  I was making sure who put it there wasn't around."
<Cliven> Ah well.. that statue belong with an old occult group older than the Mayans and the Aztec, they were a group of highly kept individual who were...hmm. how would you say it.. closely affiliated to the Occult?
<Cliven> They've even managed to raise the dead.
<Nafrit> "Most primitive societies have occult religions.  It is an interesting subject what ancient men have drempt to have dwelled beyond- hmm, indeed?"
* Nafrit tries to be coy and refrain from showing she believes in such rituals
<Cliven> Yes and I was wondering if you were interested in joining us.
<Nafrit> "Of course.  It is what I have come here for.  To delve into and explore the forgotten."
<Cliven> But you didn't like it earlier when we did the other things....ah.. I suppose its not possible for you to partake in everything here.
<Nafrit> "Your methods are unsual.  I cannot tell when actual work is being done."
<Cliven> Which is one of the reason why I'm almost as well known as Dr. Jones is.
<Nafrit> "So academics know to avoid you?"
* Cliven grins.
<Cliven> Touche my dear Nafrit...
<Nafrit> "You should know not to challenge wits with me."
* Nafrit smirks
<Cliven> I shall take up on your offer somet other time...
<Nafrit> "Not that I do not enjoy the conversation but I dislike sweating like a pig and I believe I will test Mina's theory on how to combat this heat."
<Cliven> But in spite of that in actuality, they want me as a professor in their academy---
<Cliven> Oh... mind if I join you? It's been a while since I've delved in such simple pleasures.
<Nafrit> "You may do as you wish."
* Nafrit unbuttons her shirt
<Cliven> ..!
<Cliven> ..excuse me then..
* Cliven slips out of the room posthaste.
<Nafrit> "Huh?"
* Nafrit she looks back to see him already out of the room and just shrugs. She finishes undressing and exits the room to cool off in the rain.
* Cliven throws his note back into a more secure spot this time and slips into nothing but his shirt and his current pair of pants.
<Nafrit> * Nafrit steps out into the rain and smiles as it hits her face
<Nafrit> <Nafrit> "Ah, this is nice.  Sweet respite."
* Cliven arrives soon after Nafrit.
<Cliven> I see you're enjoying this...
<Nafrit> "Yes.  It is a rare treat where I have spent most of my time.  I am glad to know it is no less satifying here."
* Cliven helps himself as well.. ahhh.
<Cliven> Glad you can still enjoy such a simple pleasure like this as well.
<Nafrit> "...I've decided we'll follow through on that statue and investigate any possible settlements or ruins belonging to that civilization."
* Cliven grins but you might not be able to see it amidst the heavy downpour.
<Nafrit> "It is very interesting, how each culture views death.  You learn more from life in a place from where they put their dead, than where they put their living."
<Cliven> Quite so... though I'm not too familar with the unliving and its general practice. Though.. I'm more than happy to learn more if you're willing to teach me.
<Nafrit> "Unliving?  You mean like zombies from movies?  There is no such thing.  Though scattered beliefs of resurection is found in many parts of the world."
<Cliven> I apologies, I mean the dead in general. I don't tend to touch on that subject often despite my travels.
<Nafrit> "Then we will work well together, if filling each others' blind spots is desirable.  The mystisism of death is my focus.  It became my interest while I was pursuing my masters."
<Cliven> Though I mean in more than just acquaintences of a common subject, but as friends as well.
* Nafrit crosses her arms
<Nafrit> "I have no reason to deny such a proposition."
* Nafrit can think of plenty but holds her tongue
* Cliven sits back down, simply enjoying the rain itself now, contemplating something else on his mind.
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<Cliven> So.. what really brought you into my team Nafrit?
<Nafrit> "I owe you for getting me out of the desert after the rest of the expedition I was with died.  I don't like leaving debts to be collected on."
<Cliven> To be honest...
* Nafrit turns to look at him
<Nafrit> "Yes?"
<Cliven> I really did not expect any gratitude in return for such a given request.
<Nafrit> "Regardless, I feel something owed.  And a more practical reason would be that I was in need of an expedition."
<Cliven> Even one such as mine may not coincide with your interests?
<Nafrit> "I was not aware of the specifics of the expedition at the time.  Though I am here now.  I see a job through until the end."
<Cliven> I'm glad we share the same thoughts on that matter at the very least.
<Nafrit> "I am glad that you posess professionalism despite appearences."
* Cliven chuckles.
<Cliven> I see you thought the same of me when they first met me as well.
<Nafrit> "They?"
<Cliven> Yumi, Mina, Lynette and Maryn.
<Nafrit> "I suspect your unassuming appreance has been exploited in the past."
<Cliven> It is never wise for a rich master to brag about his advents and treasures in a poor country or anywhere other than his own home in general is it not? Even so I don't wish to be corrupted by such earthly values and thus live on the same level as everyone else.
<Nafrit> "Admirable.  Though showing a little class never hurt anyone."
<Cliven> The question is when is too much but....I just realized.. you're not having anything to cover yourself do you?
<Nafrit> "I am not on the job currently."
<Cliven> Touche my dear Nafrit...
<Cliven> But... I digress, I respect those who aren't afraid of the naked body taboo.
* Nafrit shrugs
<Nafrit> "Its not a particularly useful taboo when 90% of patrons are old men."
* Cliven breaks out into a hearty laugh.
<Cliven> That is quite true.
* Nafrit decides to take a seat
<Nafrit> "I have a good feeling about this expedition now."
<Cliven> Why so?
* Nafrit crosses her arms and frowns
<Nafrit> "I just do."
<Cliven> I see... do you mind if I ask you a bit more personal question?
* Nafrit she gives him a leerly look
<Nafrit> "What question?"
<Cliven> Just a bit about your past.
<Nafrit> "If you desire such information.  Though I will need more specific than that."
<Cliven> Of course.. ahem..
<Cliven> I was more or less asking what you did before meeting your ill-fated expedition crew.
<Nafrit> "Ah.  Well I went to France for my studies when my mother died.  I left temporarly a few years later to attend my father's funeral.  I used the inheretance to puruse my masters and then doctorate.  By the time I had finished my extended family had all passed away in a series of unrelated events.  With nothing to return to I went to a life of adventure."
* Nafrit says rather deadpean
<Nafrit> *pan
<Nafrit> "That's the shortest explaintion."
<Cliven> I see...
* Cliven is a tad bit depressed.
<Cliven> At least you're not alone in this case.
<Nafrit> "I over heard about your 'daughter'."
<Cliven> And what about her?
<Nafrit> "That she lack biological family.  I thought you were drawing a comparison."
<Cliven> I'm included as well.
<Nafrit> "I.  I would have supposed.  I wonder if the others are ophans as well."
<Cliven> But the important thing about it is that it stays in the past and not in the present, you know?
<Nafrit> "I could not agree more.  Nothing practical will change the fact that they are dead."
<Cliven> Unless you can somehow ressurect the dead.
<Cliven> Even so they'll...smell.
* Nafrit chuckles
* Cliven grins.
<Nafrit> "Yes it is something that needs to be planned in advance, for sure.  The Ejyptian take on it you had to prepare the resurectee while still living."
<Cliven> So.. you kill the living to prepare it to be ressurected?
<Nafrit> "No... actually the Propigation of Isis is a much less plesent ritual than that.  Unfortunately the Ejyptians shared a fixation with their mediterranean neighbors."
<Cliven> ...crocodiles?
<Nafrit> "A vessel will complete the final step with the deceased and they will be reborn."
* Cliven winces.
<Cliven> Remind me to never get ressurected by egyptians.
<Nafrit> "I am glad that I did not have to clarify that."
* Nafrit she chuckles
<Nafrit> "Worse yet is the ways they tought to kill people.  But every civilzation was good at making terrible ways to die."
<Cliven> Oh you remember that one method an ancient race here literally grabbed someone's heart out while they're still alive?
<Nafrit> "Are you sure that wasn't a movie?  I'd imagine bleeding out would be unbelievably quick after that."
<Cliven> I'm quite sure it wasn't a movie.
<Cliven> In fact, Mr.Jones hada  run in with them at some point in his younger days.
<Nafrit> "I'll have to ask him about it if we meet again."
<Cliven> Oh... we'll meet him again, that's for sure...
<Nafrit> "Well we should aquire some stories worth exchanging with him."
<Cliven> I suppose we should head inside for the night...
* Nafrit stands up
<Nafrit> "Yes I will need to dry off.  Thank you, again."
<Cliven> Ah..just a second.
* Cliven heads inside for a moment and brings out a towel for her and himself.
<Nafrit> "Hmm?"
<Cliven> This.
<Cliven> You might want it to avoid some possible misunderstanding.
<Nafrit> "Ah.  Thank you."
* Nafrit takes the towel
<Cliven> While I like my girls without anything on.. I still have to maintain my own decency.
* Cliven looks away.
<Nafrit> "You are not doing me a favor.  I do not care.  But I suppose its like my being here to repay you.  Good night, boss."
* Nafrit walks inside
* Cliven frowns and follows behind.. such a night...


[To be continue...hopefully...]


[Meanwhile on that other side....girls are having too much fun...]

* [BNS]Mina heads down the hall where Chamomile was waiting behind the corner
<[BNS]Mina> Hey! My dad didn't go nuts! We're off scot-free!
<[huh]Chamomile> Really?
<[huh]Chamomile> Yaaay~
<[BNS]Mina> Yaaay~
<[BNS]Mina> Come on, he got us a room
* [BNS]Mina takes Chamomile's hand and leads her down the hall, opening the door with the M on it
* [BNS]Mina hurries inside
* [BNS]Mina 's eyes sparkle at what she sees
<[BNS]Mina> A bed~
<[huh]Chamomile> You're easy to please, aren't you~
* [BNS]Mina is about to jump onto it... but then remembers that they are both soaking wet
<[BNS]Mina> ...oh right.
* [BNS]Mina looks around the room for a bathroom... but the accommodations are not /that/ luxurious. It's a simple room, no more no less.
<[BNS]Mina> Hmm... no bathroom.
<[huh]Chamomile> Ahh... So, where's the shower?
<[BNS]Mina> I... don't know. Do they even have running water...?
<[huh]Chamomile> Hmm...
<[huh]Chamomile> THis may be a problem.
* [huh]Chamomile tilts her head.
<[BNS]Mina> ...I don't see why it would. I mean, it's just us right? It's just like getting dressed during sports practice.
* [BNS]Mina shrugs
<[huh]Chamomile> Ah, but I always waited until I was the last one in the locker room...
<Cliven> [Written on the door was Cliven's handwriting, it has the location of the showers and bathes if needed, if you can see it that is.]
<[BNS]Mina> [Quiet you]
<[BNS]Mina> [...:V]
<[huh]Chamomile> Oh, look, there's even mayan scrawl on the door~
<[BNS]Mina> Eh?
* [BNS]Mina takes a closer look.
* [BNS]Mina blushes
<[BNS]Mina> That's... not Mayan. That's my dad's handwriting.
* [huh]Chamomile squints at it, not that it maks her look different from normal.
<[BNS]Mina> He... umm... it's a note. Says that I'm... in trouble in the morning...
* [BNS]Mina is suddenly crestfallen
<[huh]Chamomile> What about me?
<[huh]Chamomile> Does it say I'm in trouble?
<[BNS]Mina> Nah, doesn't say anything about you.
<[huh]Chamomile> Ah, that's a relief.
<[BNS]Mina> Well... anyway. I don't really think we have a choice here. The only other option is to sleep in our wet clothes, and I don't think that'd be very fun.
<[huh]Chamomile> True...
<[huh]Chamomile> Being wet is only fun sometimes.
* [huh]Chamomile nods.
* [BNS]Mina decides to start to undress, taking off her outer layers and accessories like her goggles, gloves and boots
<[BNS]Mina> Ugh... where are we gonna hang everything to dry?
* [huh]Chamomile turns around, taking off her own gear.
<[huh]Chamomile> On the floor, I guess.
<[BNS]Mina> Might be better to hang it off a table
<[BNS]Mina> ...or something.
<[BNS]Mina> Eh, never mind. Too much trouble.
* [BNS]Mina opens the window and wrings out the water from her stuff before laying it out on the floor and continuing to undress
* [huh]Chamomile pauses for a second before continuing to strip past her lingerie.
* [BNS]Mina finishes taking off her bra, and catches Chamomile in the corner of her eye for a moment...
<[BNS]Mina> o O (...wait, what?)
* [BNS]Mina takes another quick peek...
<[huh]Chamomile> Hm?
* [huh]Chamomile glances at Mina
<[BNS]Mina> !!
* [BNS]Mina quickly turns back around, blushing profusely
<[huh]Chamomile> Oh my... are you curious?
<[BNS]Mina> W-what? I... I wasn't peeking! Honest!
* [BNS]Mina bites her lip and looks down at her feet
<[BNS]Mina> o O (Th-they're so big!)
<[huh]Chamomile> There's nothing wrong for a young girl to be interested in the female body~
<[huh]Chamomile> You're about that age, right?
<[BNS]Mina> Ah? Umm...
* [BNS]Mina wraps her arms around herself... not that there's much to cover up.
<[BNS]Mina> Well...
<[huh]Chamomile> There's nothing to be embarassed about~
<[BNS]Mina> I... I'm not embarrassed! It's just... I've never seen ones as big as yours...
<[huh]Chamomile> Ah-
<[huh]Chamomile> I see.
<[huh]Chamomile> Don't worry, I'm sure yours will grow with time~
<[BNS]Mina> Mine...?
* [BNS]Mina looks down again.
<[BNS]Mina> o O (Mine? As big as hers?! No way!)
<[huh]Chamomile> Surprised?
<[BNS]Mina> But... mine are so small...
<[huh]Chamomile> And you're so small~
* [huh]Chamomile pats her head.
<[huh]Chamomile> Give them time~
<[huh]Chamomile> Even redwoods start out as saplings, right?
* [BNS]Mina is surprised as she suddenly realises that Chamomile is right behind her. She slowly turns around to look at Chamomile again...
<[huh]Chamomile> Hm?
* [BNS]Mina takes the time to take a closer look as she keeps her arms folded in front of her, blushing when she looks back down at her own chest in comparison.
<[huh]Chamomile> But, you know what the most important thing is?
<[BNS]Mina> ...eh?
* [BNS]Mina 's head snaps back up as she's broken out of her contemplation
<[huh]Chamomile> Be proud of your body, no matter what~
* [huh]Chamomile smiles down at her.
<[BNS]Mina> Th-that's easy for you to say...
* [BNS]Mina looks down again, trying desperately to not let her curiousity get the better of her...
* [BNS]Mina 's eyes start to drift back towards Chamomile... o O (N-no! I can't do that! It's rude!)
<[huh]Chamomile> If your chest stays flat, you an always appeal to that certain demographic...
<[BNS]Mina> Wh-what?! Gross!
<[huh]Chamomile> I'm joking, of course~
* [BNS]Mina blushes again... and again finds herself staring at Chamomile's chest. She opens her mouth as if to talk... then closes her mouth and eyes and forces herself to look away!
<[huh]Chamomile> Something you want to ask?
* [BNS]Mina can't help herself! She turns back to Chamomile and asks...
<[BNS]Mina> Can... can I feel them?
* [huh]Chamomile is taken aback for a moment.
<[huh]Chamomile> Uh...
<[BNS]Mina> o O (Mina! This is your Brain speaking! I can't believe you just said that! I'm leaving, you have fun now!)
<[huh]Chamomile> Sure.~
* [huh]Chamomile tries to be confident.
<[huh]Chamomile> ...just a bit.
* [BNS]Mina takes a deep breath, then slowly reaches out, her hand outstretched. She gently touches her fingertips against Chamomile's chest, a look of surprise coming over her face as the flesh yields with little resistance. That's new.
* [huh]Chamomile breathes in a bit sharply.
* [BNS]Mina feeling emboldened, presses against the breast again, this time with a full open palm, intrigued by its malleability
<[huh]Chamomile> So? What do you think?
<[BNS]Mina> It's... it's like...
* [BNS]Mina tries to lift one of the mammaries and is caught off-guard by just how heavy it is!
<[BNS]Mina> ...what in the... I can barely lift it! How do you /walk/?!
* [BNS]Mina is flabbergasted
<[huh]Chamomile> You get used to it~
* [BNS]Mina is nearly mesmerized at this point, and is now using both hands to squeeze the breasts together, then tries to repeat the same action with her own
<[BNS]Mina> I...
<[huh]Chamomile> You...?
* [huh]Chamomile tries to keep calm
<[BNS]Mina> It's like having two beanbag chairs on your chest! What does it feel like?
* [BNS]Mina is kneading dough at this point
<[huh]Chamomile> A bit... good...
<[huh]Chamomile> Ah, I mean.
<[huh]Chamomile> It's a bit onconvenient at times...
<[huh]Chamomile> But you don't even notice them after a while.
* [BNS]Mina has taken to picking Chamomile's chest up and letting it drop, watching them bounce.
<[BNS]Mina> I didn't even know they could do this...
<[huh]Chamomile> HAving fun, are we?~
<[BNS]Mina> Wha-?
* [BNS]Mina is broken out of her trance!
<[BNS]Mina> Oh... I'm... uh...
* [BNS]Mina is still holding onto Chamomile's chest
<[BNS]Mina> Ah!
* [BNS]Mina pulls her hands back
<[BNS]Mina> I'm sorry... it's just...

* [BNS]Mina blushes again
<[huh]Chamomile> It's no problem~
<[huh]Chamomile> Curiosity is no sin~
<[BNS]Mina> Umm... right! If it was, people in our line of work would be in big trouble, right? Hahaha...
* [BNS]Mina laughs nervously
<[huh]Chamomile> Yes~
* [BNS]Mina suddenly remembers that the two of them are completely naked, standing face to face...
<[BNS]Mina> Ah... umm... we should get dressed.
* [BNS]Mina blushes yet again
* [BNS]Mina then scrambles for her night clothes
* [BNS]Mina pulls on an old cotton T-shirt that she's worn every night for the past many many years and a pair of boxer shorts
<[huh]Chamomile> Oh, right~
* [huh]Chamomile puts on a night gown.
<[BNS]Mina> Umm... since there's only one bed, I don't mind sharing if you don't...
<[huh]Chamomile> Not at all~
* [BNS]Mina climbs into bed and crawls under the covers. They're a little scratchy.
* [huh]Chamomile slides in next to her.
<[BNS]Mina> ...still beats the sleeping bag...
<[BNS]Mina> ...
<[BNS]Mina> ...Chamomile?
<[huh]Chamomile> Yeah?
<[BNS]Mina> ...can we keep what happened between the two of us? Specifically, can you never ever ever ever tell my Dad what happened?
<Cliven> [ I hate you BnS. :V.]
<[huh]Chamomile> Hm? Oh, of course~
<[BNS]Mina> ...promise?
<[huh]Chamomile> I promise~
<[BNS]Mina> Thanks...
* [BNS]Mina exhales in relief, then turns over onto her back and closes her eyes...
* [huh]Chamomile strokes Mina's hair...
* [BNS]Mina opens her eyes...
<[BNS]Mina> ...wait!
<[huh]Chamomile> Huh?
* [BNS]Mina sits up and rolls out of bed real quick
* [BNS]Mina hurries over to her pack and pulls out the wooden monkey
* [BNS]Mina gets back into bed, cuddling up with the monkey
<[BNS]Mina> Sorry~ G'night, Chamomile.
* [BNS]Mina closes her eyes again
<[huh]Chamomile> Good night~
<Cliven> [And so the two girls slept warmly and comfortbly for once in a real bed, such amenmities are nice once in a while isn't it? And it'll be a wonderful morning when Mina wakes up.... next on Maiders!]