<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/YgIc0w8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Michael 'Mike' S. Astragalus<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 12 / Afternoon (3:00 PM)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Swimming Pool<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Christopher | Maya, Amelie, Masahiro mentioned<br/><hr/><br/><em>'Urgh, cramp again...!'</em>Michael hissed, losing his breath underwater as he failed for a moment, before he resurfaced to recollect it. This was the second time it happened nkw, and both times he'd been forced to use exclusively vine-based movements to propel him through the water. However, as fast as he moved, Christopher was truly moving faster... At this point, he was positive he'd lost the race. Maya would continue to bother him every now and then for a get rich quick scheme, still crash at their dorm for breakfast...<br/><br/>Though a small part of him seemed okay with this... Maybe if he saw her enough, he'd get used to the treatment and it'd just be another daily thing to him. When he saw Chris surface from the end of the pool, he brought up the rear and followed, twisting his vines together to wring them dry a bit, while doing the same to his hair. "The perils of having longer hair..." He hummed, wringing it dry a bit, before he followed Chris toward Masahiro and Amelie, the matter who seemed to break a tile underfoot.<br/><br/>"Whoa, let's chill for a bit! Chris is right, we're just here to relax and have a little fun, right?" He asked, folding his asked ms against his chest as he looked between the two of them, before he turned away to move to the locker room. As he did, hiwever, Chris waved him over to whisper.<br/><br/>"Yeah, I'm not gonna lie, I lost track too... I'm pretty sure we hit the quota, but... Nah, I'm pretty sure I lost that. I cramped up twice even, as embarassing as that is." He grumbled, before he looked toward Maya. "I'll let the chips fall where they may, but you've got your entry assured. We may as well celebrate, right?" he asked with a grin, before he jogged off toward the locker room.  A moment later, one hand, and two vines were holding several bags, the other carrying a skall, portable grill he tended to use for both indoor and outdoor cooking.<br/><br/>"So, who's hungry!?" he called out with a grin.