<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/d/d2/Amelie.jpg/424px-Amelie.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name: </strong>Amelie<br/><strong>Date/Time: </strong>September 12 (12:00 PM)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Campus, Lunch Hall Approach<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Michael, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Amelie frowns at Michael before reaching out and poking him on the nose. "You sound like those guys that always claimed I couldn't play games with 'em." Her frown curls into a grin as ever so slowly her weight begins pressing down upon Michael's shoulders, not her full weight but just enough that it could be felt. "Some reason they never liked playing football with me."<br/><br/>She does give a small nod, hand coming up and wiggling slightly. "Wouldn't take you too high like that. Lot easier just to get a chunk of metal to sit on and lift that. Least if there's more then me I'm carrying." Her head tilts and she glances up, her gaze roaming Michael's form. "Might be able to get you some strips to wear... pick ya up like that..."<br/><br/>His talk of the twins has her head tilting, eyes narrowing as she pokes him on the nose again. "Why in Arceas's name would I waste electricity zappin' other folks?" She shifts as he touches her hair, the locks soft to the touch but shifting stiffly when pressed against as her field interacts oddly with the metalic nature of her hair. "Don't know about the sisters bein' excessive. The big jolts they push off taste really good!"<br/><br/>She hums and idly drums her fingers upon Michael's shoulders, her weight slipping away to nothing once more. Her humming pauses and she leans closer to his face to peer into his eyes, her voice dipping low. "Iceplay? Like snowball fights?" She rocks from knee to knee as she stares at him, the motion setting her dangling hair to swaying as well as dragging her breasts across the top of his head.  It's quite clear by now she relies on her electromagnetism and not bras to keep her bust from bouncing very much as they are quite free to jiggle when she's weightless. "CeeCee. Why's she keep goin' on and on about manners and bein' ladylike? For that matter... what's so important about bein' ladylike?"