<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, Amelie, Masahiro<br/><hr/><br/>"Nah, Masahiro's a good guy at heart. Fire just naturally manages to scare people due to the implications and how encompassing it can be." Michael hummed in response to Chris as he relaxed in the heated water. Little by little he could feel his fatigue, exhaustion, and wear just... Being warmed out of him. It was almost too good to be true, really, the man leaning back and stretching as he sank himself deeper into the pool.<br/><br/>As Chris elaborated on the future of the Swim club, Mike tilted his head upward and gave it some consideration. "Well, a club exists to draw people to it and give them a chance to do what they do best, or what they'd like to do. Would be a little selfish if we made it so that only we could enjoy ourselves here." he spoke, scratching his chin. "A few, all for different reasons though." he added, knowing the small list of people he knew directly, each of them would probably have their own reasons for joining- Or not joining.<br/><br/>Soon, the situation. Seemed less tense, especially now that Amelie had elected to come into the pool. However, seeing her method of entry, he winced and quickly stood up to node shield for Masahiro the moment the Magnemite girl came slamming down into the pool, smiling nervously to Masahiro in the hopes that he didn't take offense to nearly being splashed so thoroughly. "Y-You gotta admit, that was a pretty impressive landing..." he trailed off, before he turned to see where Amelie now was... Resting directly on the bottom of the pool with a snorkel sticking out.<br/><br/>"Hehe, that kind of reminds me of how a ninja or something would stay under water..." He mused, before sniffing a bit. The first round of foods were being cooked well, snaking a vine to lift the top and let the scent out. "Mmmmm, so far so good..." He sighed, using the same vine to grab a fork and poke one of the hot dogs. Pulling it off the cooking tray, he blew on it a bit before taking a bite. "Tasty... Definitely needs some ketchup though."<br/><br/>Nodding to himself, he sets his vines to work preparing plates and foods for the others. "What about you guys? Anyone else for the Swim Club? Did you have anyone in mind, Chris?"