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Perscribed Recreation

Who: Everyone!
What: Laid back party at the Hot Springs
When: March 6th
Where: The Hot Springs
Summary: Relaxation, thawing, and socializing.
Rating: PG – PG 13

”This winter seems to be dragging on quite a bit, yes? I propose, well. Less propose and more invite, any who are of a mind to the Hot Springs to thaw, relax, and enjoy the curative properties they provide. Beverages and snacks will be provided.”

That announcement goes out early in the morning, and by the afternoon the party is at least set up, snacks, beverages, extra towels, etc, are provided for enjoyment and use for any that come. Villagers are welcome to soak in the springs, wash up in the bath house, or just sit on the side and enjoy all the healthy steam. Come up and thaw out after the ice storm and stave off the sudden cold weather!

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Right now there is a very scaled-up girl occupying a wide spring. It is not merely because she may want to be alone: The problem is, last time she went to the Hot Springs and someone said there was space for her, they also had to make space for a few other friends that arrived at that time... So needless to say, the cute giant had to keep her knees tucked to her chest.

By the way she finally gets to spend her time someplace warm, deep, and wide for herself, with her whole body almost entirely sunk in the hot water with a drunken expression, she is enjoying herself too much.

"Oh, hey Daisy!"

There's a good natured smile on Lupin's face as he addresses Daisy, mercifully not in the water and wearing a pair of swimming trunks. She has no reason to kick him, unless she happens to be in the nude and is shy about people seeing her.

He's hoping that they can meet on decent terms this time, and believes that making peace with his neighbors is important. An interesting girl like her? It's best to be on her good side.

She hears the greeting, although a little hazily by her standards. Even as her head rises a little along with the blond hair floating over the water, she retains that drunk look.

"Lupin... Sir."

Fortunately for Lupin, the Spartan's unisex military background was a little more permissive towards this sort of thing, and she has enough common sense to go to a public spring party in a red bathing suit.

"No 'sir', please."

He sits down on the grounds next to her, dipping his feet in the water. The heat of everything had made him light headed, so he was taking a little break from the pools to cool off. It was...interesting, seeing her this relaxed. He smiles. "You look like you're having a good time."

"I've been adapting for days back to winter after returning from my Op. This is what heaven feels like."

She still sounds drunk. Mind you, Spartans do not drink (dictated by military law), and there are no bottles of alcohol anywhere. But judging by how her head and hair lowers back into the water and doesn't even seem to mind that Lupin's dipping his feet into the water, somehow, Daisy found a way to reach that state of mind.

"There is something to that. Adele's timing on this couldn't have been better."

He wouldn't have minded even if she was literally drunk--it was far better than getting kicked, and it gives him a chance to make nice with his upstairs neighbor. Though she's quiet, she has him deeply intrigued--intrigued enough to play nice, take things slow.

"How did your mission in the desert go, anyway?" It's an attempt at small talk, but he is genuinely curious.

Her eyes move up with the question. Seems more people want to know what became of her mission than she thought.

"Our team returned well. We completed our objectives." When it concerns the Malnosso. "I expected a harder mission."

For her, however, it was much more. If only they got a chance to apply what she learned from that abandoned facility.

It was an attempt at small talk--aside from the incident with the fire and her showing off her skills with filial magic, they didn't know much about each other. He was curious. "So it went well, then? That's good.

...You've gotta wonder sometimes why they have us do these missions at all, though. They have enough people to mess with our lives. Don't they have enough to do their own work?"

"You don't use your own resources if it's fearsible." She simply says. "In war you capture the gear the enemy might have to use it against him, and you would use spies that are already willing to sell over their own side."

"Besides... I don't think they would've been as smart to survive out there."

Especially so judging by the critical missions. The Malnosso overestimated their knowledge of shifting, Daisy just learned.

"Never thought of it like that....I'm a thief, not a tactician, but that all makes sense."

"Thievery is a tactic."

Some say warfare is the legal act of stealing, and strategy often involves stealing from the enemy.

"I only steal during Ops against an enemy, but..."

Daisy once again falls into her warm ecstasy. In spite of that cloudness of her mind, at she gets to use some of it.

"You were a criminal."

She only states, but not accusingly. Matter-of-factly or that's-cool-I-don't-mind. Some friends here are pirates.

"I am a criminal, Daisy. Not past tense." Especially not when he's still plotting a large criminal act within the confines of Luceti, especially against the unspoken rules of the Malnosso.

The lack of judgement is greatly appreciated. He's taken to lying about his profession half of the time because some of the lawful citizens take it upon themselves to give him a lecture--as if he were just a petty thief. They had no idea that he was so much more than a back alley thug. "I use different tactics when I'm on a job, usually involving stealth or distraction. Warfare is a completely different set--at least I've read Sun Tzu's 'The Art of War'.

That still doesn't leave me with much, though."

Daisy's reasons not to go against pirates is that they aren't pirates operating against her factions, and therefore do not qualify as criminals within the UNSC. That, and military is forbidden from taking law enforcement duties. Unless it is Insurrection.

"It's a bible not only for military..." She remembers being told that even businessmen were taught to memorize it word by word. Spartans abide by it. "It's a lot of help in a lot of kinds of work..."

And competences.

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Good afternoon, Daisy. How are you?

[She's not easy to miss, even sunken down. Luke waves politely from a respectful distance, not sure how comfortable the giant soldier would be with a strange male. He'd made that mistake with Ami once already, and wasn't eager to repeat it]

At her distance and (hazed) senses, she does sense Luke early enough from his greeting. The giant girl beneath the hot water doesn't seem to be bothered by the distance.

She seems a little surprised to see him here, before she slowly responds.

"Better than when I arrived from the desert."

Bliss.

[He shrugs and moves a little closer to make talking easier. He wasn't really shy, and guessed that she didn't mind too much]

You were on a mission, then? Did it go well? May I ask what the Malnosso had you do?

[The Chief lets herself have a moment of lucidity with the questions. So many things too early to speak of - things she worries could even reach the locked network... But that would nonetheless help everyone here if something comes from her discoveries.

Her head rises a little from the water.]

It did. Our only problem was settling back to the cold. [Correction: Is.] They just wanted a map of the area and let us explore as we saw fit. They didn't want to risk it with the shifts on the area and the Shift Hunters wandering around.

[And for what it was, it was an easy mission. All it did was leaving her wanting more difficult ones.

Dozens of notes and sketches from an abandoned Malnosso installation, as well, but all in time.]

It doesn't sound like a particularly difficult mission no. They sent an entire strike team out to explore and map?

[They do seem overly cautious, sending out such large groups...which means at least that THEY take the Third Party seriously. Luke, for his part, finds that oddly reassuring]

Shift Hunters don't seem like particularly menacing creatures, really. Have you been on many missions, or drafts? I've found myself willingly going on several, just to get out and honestly fight again. The Battle Dome isn't quite the same

Compared to drafts, sending six of us was a waste of resources. [For the Malnosso.] I've been on drafts since June. I usually write things to share the things I know.

...

[Her body sinks a little back to water.]

I know what you mean with the Dome.

I'm sure you do.

[He pauses, curious]

Did your training include much hand to hand combat?

Almost everything military-wise. [She nods.] Only things I wasn't trained for was in the use of short swords.

I've corrected that in here, but sometimes I wonder if I should further expand that.

[Besides, she got to request a plasma sword in the draft of June.]

Would you be interested, perhaps, in having a practice partner? I find myself in need of a partner able to match my strength and speed. The trouble is, the majority of the individuals skilled at that seem to be normal humans, and therefore not really doing much for...me.

[What he's saying is he'd like to have someone big and strong like you help him practice!]

I would, of course, be willing to help train you with the use of blades.

[She opens her eyes... If she learned from a wider variety of physical blades, any weapon she'd get ahold on when firearms run out would effectively keep her as a threat.

That, and she always likes having sparring partners. The combat AI's of the Battle Dome rarely compare with blue matter.]

I am. ... All I'll need is a bigger sword.

[Perhaps one fit to her size. Lina's short sword looks like a knife when she wields it as it is.]

That, I'm sure, could be arranged at the smithy.

Why don't we try and arrange that for next week? It should be warmed up nicely outside by then.

[The Spartan suddenly remembers a conversation she had with someone over a year ago.

Swords and dresses, check.

Her head rises from the water... Eager.]

Of course, sir. I'd like it. I'll ask for a longsword sometime. [Still too small.] Maybe a claymore.