Stranded RP

Sieria pulled herself close to the fire, her thins clothes bearing little protection to the winds that buffered the building and came in though cracks in the door

Brendan looked over it. "This door might hold."

"if i focused on it the whole time it definitely would" Nick offered

"you really want us to run out of air don't you?"

"didn't think about that...Sieria you need to put something warmer on"
"i'm fine, i like the freedom of no restraints"
"wut?"
"there's nothing under this poncho"

Brendan started adjusting his collar nervously.

Shiara looked at her "Are you trying to be a Domani?"

"a what?"

"you don't remember how Domani women wore nothing but breeches and a coat? or that they were chits who had less modesty than we Ebou Dari?" She sighed.

"i do, but i didn't always do this, only during vacation and when i felt free"

"ahhh" Shaira said shaking her head at her own stupidity. "That makes sense."

Brendan found a notepad in the room where they would watch over the reactor.

Nick looked over his shoulder, "whats it say?"

"it's empty of everything but one thing" He said he read the single thing without speaking. "it's some guy's last wish..." He handed it to nick.

"huh, signed it too"
[practically pointless tie-in coming]

Shaira looked at it "weird."

"Walter, he wanted his people to thrive even after the majority were gone.....looks like that chance might arise"
as Nick said this he was reminded again of his humming of the song of healing a few days earlier

Shaira looked at the name "the name sounds familiar."

"well i'm surprised at how normal it would be in our society, i mean Shaira and Sieria would raise a few eyebrows back home"

"Raise a few eyebrows?!" Brendan said "there's people with less modesty in school"

Nick elbowed him "just trying to be polite" he hissed, "oh and by the way, nice tunic, Link" he finished with a snicker

Brendan resisted the urge to sock him "yeah well at least I'm not some emo."

Shaira scooted next to Sieria "wanna bet this'll come to fighting with fists?"

"hey, i just wear black i don't bring a blade to myself, more goth or punk if anything"

Sieria shrugged and rubbed her hands together "maybe if we give them a little more incentive"

"What do you mean?" Shaira said smiling

Brendan once again resisted the urge to punch him.

"would you mind holding these for a moment"
Nick pulled out he ocarna and the sword(with the sheath still on it) to Brendan
"now all you need is a fairy and a pointed hat" Nick smirked

"you'll see" Sieria gently held the hem of the poncho, prepared for her plan

Brendan dropped the sword and set the ocarina down "oh ha ha." He rolled his eyes. "I want to kill you right now."

"try me" Nick took a stance
Sieria whistled, "boys, why fight for no reason?"
"but-"
"here i'll give you one"
Sieria lifted the hem of the poncho and held it there for about 5 seconds before lowering it again

Nick wasn't as affect so much by them but more the sheer fact that she did that "the only thing to make this more awkward for me would be if this was a comic convention and Sieria was goth"