<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/CTdHHZI.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Amelia Thompson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=306651.msg14931886#msg14931886)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Front of ship bar<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong>June 1st, 12:00<br/><strong>Content/Mood:</strong>Tongue twister, or just regular twister?<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>One-piece swimsuit (https://i.imgur.com/Qs8OOtj.png), sandals with raised heels<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Marissa, Asami, Amelia, Max<br/><br/>At 2019-07-17 17:19:26, Amelia (uid: 41538) rolls: 1d10 Result: 2 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=138012)<br/><hr/>The general chatter kept on for a little longer. Amelia was just about to join the others in the hot tub when the announcement ipad was handed over. Well, now was as good of a time as any, and she found herself a seat on the edge of the tub, dipping her feet in. Man it felt great, no doubt about that. She should've gotten in earlier, but whatever.<br/><br/>Her inner journalist wanted some attention when it was brought up how few people were actually on the ship. While they hadn't met anyone else (other than crew), she'd assumed there would be more. She knew exactly how much one of these cruises usually cost to run. How much the fuel alone cost. A fuckton, not even a regular ton sufficed. Maybe it was a publicity stunt or something? "This is how far we're willing to go to make sure our guests find the love of their life" or something like that. Were they really<em>that</em>confident that their pickings would work out? While the applications gave some material to work with, it wasn't a lot to work with when it came to gauging compatibility. Either way, she'd pulled the golden ticket, along with the other beautiful women lining the tub.<br/><br/>The "rules" of the cruise went on to be explained, along with the rewards for the first little game. Either option sounded great in her eyes. She wasn't much of a snob when it came to food, and she suspected it would be delightful either way. She doubted they'd pit Gordon Ramsay up against McDonalds exactly. She was more of a beer person than a wine person too, but oh well. While she on her part didn't care much if they won or lost, she would still make a valiant effort.<br/><br/>The game was revealed though, and what confidence she had crumbled. Twister? God fucking damn it. While she was decently fit, and her four limbs were nimble, her back was like a 2-by-4. Hopefully there was a cute masseuse who doubled as a chiropractor, her back hurt just thinking about it. But oh well, what was love without a few sacrifices?<br/><br/>They assumed starting positions, and Marissa went first, only to anticlimatically fall on the first move. Not a great start, there was no denying that. Wiping their feet before they got on the mat would probably have been a good idea. Seeing the spin, she quickly realized she was probably in the worst starting position as well, with the green tiles to her right. She'd have to reach across to get it. Unlucky there, hopefully she could pull it off but she'd be severely crippled at that point for the next turn, if there was even going to be one. Not to mention she had to twist her entire back to reach it. Good grief.<br/><br/>Asami went next, and got through her move well. Going by the order, she was next, and she somehow managed it, albeit not without a great deal of discomfort. A few more moves went about, but she never got a chance to move her hand and eventually she got to the point where she was so crossed over she no longer had any viable moves left. She'd tried, but fuck, that was the end of it. While she tried for a bit, she eventually gave in and "accidentally" let an elbow fall to the mat. She wasn't heartbroken over it, but still felt like she'd let her team down slightly. Still, she took it with a straight face, chuckled a little and got up and off the mat, and did a few stretches to numb her aching back. It was incredible what a lawn chair could do to a person's back. She gave a nod towards the tub to Marissa as she headed over there herself, picking back up her drink from the bar bench as she got in, taking a seat so she could watch the rest of the carnage ensue.