Robert
Sam sprinted out from his room and down the hall before nearly throwing himself down the stairs. He ran down the next hall before... Slamming into the glass of the main door. Ow. Fortunately, the glass didn't shatter, but it did crack a bit. Hopefully, Sam won't get in too much trouble for what he just did. Opening the door, he sprinted again, this time all the way to the road. He stopped to catch his breath, childhood asthma catching up with him. It was finally here! A truck would be parked on the road, the driver waiting for Sam's arrival. Sam would run over and quickly sign for the deliver. He would then follow the truck as it drove towards the lake. When the truck finally arrived, the driver got out and opened the door to reveal what Sam had been so excited about, his very own sloop! As the boat was carefully taken out and on to the dock, Sam would be waiting anxiously. He would be pacing back and forth, noticeably anxious, thoughts running through his head. What if I break it on my first go? What if I forgot how to sail? What if sigrun fucking kills me? Worse yet, what if she attempts to psychologically assault me with her sense of logic? After a few moments, however, the boat was out, and Sam was left alone once more.
Megan
Esme, on the other hand, had no intentions of stealing any boats, or really sailing at all. It was late May in Sweden, a warm and relatively pleasant time of year in Scandanavia, and most of her sailing experiences had taken place in places like Virginia or her mother's home country of Mexico, big, luxurious yachts her father bought and dutifully taught each of his four children to sail.

So, needless to say, she was a bit surprised to see Sam with an honest-to-god boat standing on the outskirts of campus.

"Hello?" She called. She'd never met Sam in real life. But usually, only students got this far into campus - *Usually*. "Are you lost? I can try to help you!"

She came bounding over - a girl with long dark curls and soft brown eyes, adorned in a white short-sleeve and capri pants and golden jewelry. She stared at Sam with some mix of curiosity and concern - typical, really, for the Cradle. Her thick brows furrowed, standing a few meters away from him. 

...

"Why do you have a boat?"
Robert
Supplies? Check. Sail? Ready. Confidence in what he was doing? Little to none. Regardless, Sam began moving the boat into the water. Or at least, he was about to be when he heard the voice. It didn't sound like any of the possible killers here that hr knew of, so that was good at least. 

He turned to see the stranger running out towards him. Lost? Surely he didn't look *That* Discombobulated. 

"I don't think so, thanks though!"

A bit on edge now, he began moving the boat into the water faster, although it would never be in quickly enough to get him out before she arrived. As she stopped near him, he stopped trying. If things got bad, he would be better off fighting his way out at this point. Perhaps he was overreacting though, so he'd turned to address the stranger. 

"I'm going sailing, that's generally what one does with a boat"
Megan
Esme, when she got closer, tilted her head just a bit. "Oh! I recognize you! You're in my biology class, right?"

That would be reassuring. She didn't want to get murdered, but, her diamond studded skin would keep her safe, or at the very least, make it hell on Sam.

"How'd you get that?"
Robert
Sam shrugged. Biology, definitely not his best subject. He did alright in school, but at this level he was far more focused on taking notes and trying to survive than learning about his classmates. 

"Maybe? I don't know, I've never really looked around I guess. Cradle is cradle though, so yes, I am... Different and I do live here."

*Sam looked at the boat, biting back his tongue to avoid claiming to have stolen it in an impersonation of house.*

"With money, that's typically how people come upon boats. Unless they steal them" 

*Mission almost successful*
Megan
Esme frowned. That was true. People did buy boats.

"Well, I hope you didn't steal it," She said, daring a bit closer to look at it. "Its a cute little guy! It's like a little, what do they call them? Dingle-hopper. My brother had one of those when he went to school in Maine, that and a little, hm, kayak? The single-person ones."

She realized she had no idea who Sam was, apart from a classmate of hers.

"I'm Esme," She said. "It's nice to officially meet you!"
Robert
Sam would stop trying to nudge the boat into the water with his back, properly turning to face Esme. He would raise an eyebrow at her comments, especially at calling a sloop a... Dingle hopper? No need to call her out that badly, he supposed, not everyone knows sailing terminology, but that's definitely a new one for him. Nonetheless, he avoided making any more sarcastic remarks. For now. No promises. 

"That's neat! I've tried kayaking, I prefer sails though. Unfortunately, I haven't had the chance to do either since I got here, at least until-" 
Sam would gesture to the boat "Now" 

"And for the record, this is a sloop, not a dingle-hopper"

"I'm Sam, nice to meet you. I think I do recognize you from bio."
Megan
She nodded, slowly, taking in the information with complete sincerity. "Sloop... Okay. I think I get that, that makes sense. Why is it called a sloop, anyway?"

Oh, Esme. 

"Bio's okay though! I don't mind that class. But I don't know much about cell biology - I think I missed class that day - what did you get on that quiz?"
She looked back at the sloop, apologizing then for getting off course. 

"When do you plan to set out?" She asked. "Can I tag along?"
Robert
"Honestly, no idea. I think I did look it up once upon a time, something about the Dutch and old English, but I didn't find any sources so I didn't really trust it."

"Bio is okay for me as well, but I did badly on that quiz, I only got an 85%, I missed the last set of instructions and got a few answers wrong. All my others have been well into the 90s. I wanted to retake, but they wouldn't let me."

"I was planning on setting out now. I guess you can come, so long as you promise not to kill me"

That last part was only a joke, coming from him. Some of the people here terrified him.

He would step on to the boat, unaware of how big the gap was between ground and boat, nearly falling into the water as he did. Not wanting esme to take the Sam risk, he'd offer an arm.

"That's a pretty big gap there"