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Date & Time: Backdated to January 23rd
Location: Winter wonderland ie Exsilium
Characters: Tempest, Peter Rumancek & Isaac Lahey
Summary: Hot spring adventures
Warnings: Language, shenanigans, will edit

[it was a bit of a walk, for sure, being a bit further from where she was staying and who knew who far from where Isaac and Peter were, but it was absolutely worth it. Hot springs were something Tempest was familiar with, which was rare; of course the ones in her world weren't man-made, and they were certainly not anywhere near any villages or cities, but the point stands. It was a quick way to get warm, and possibly used for other purposes, but it was the former that Tempest was most interested in, really.

She texted Isaac the details, without really giving too much away. She had no idea if the boys had found one already or not, but she didn't much care. It wasn't as if she was in the mood for company, but she figured out of everyone she knew, they would at least enjoy it. And well . . . maybe she had something up her sleeve. Just a little something.

She makes her way back to the path she followed to get here to wait, in case her directions weren't all that clear]

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Naked privileges. Here I thought she was just fucking with me.

[peter shakes his head and rolls his eyes, following after them. he catches up to isaac and puts a hand on his back, just for a moment, reassuring.]

I'm all for infinite hot water, though.

[she can hear them and bites her lip not to laugh; instead she folds up her cloak and sets somewhere dry, then starts unbuttoning the coat she was wearing underneath. The air of absolute innocence]

Nake- what?

[Wow excuse him? Isaac just blinks and looks back and forth between Tempest and Peter- though suddenly lingering on Tempest as she unbuttons her coat, as if to try and subtly see if she is, in fact, wearing... clothes underneath her coat.]

Naked privileges. I swear you knew about this. Pretty sure the joke started after your zombie encounter and me being naked in the infirmary.

[he waves a hand. because obviously seeing peter bare-assed was the most significant thing that happened there.]

Anyway, I thought she was messing with me, and you got grandfathered in. Guess not.

[peter's remarkably calm about this, like maybe he still thinks he's being fucked with.]

[for someone who is remarkably shy at times, and tends to hide under hoods and whatnot, taking her clothes off in front of two teenage boys doesn't seem to be a problem. The coat is set aside (she has clothes on underneath) though she pauses and looks over at them again, eyebrow raised]

I told you I was not messing with you. [she kicks off her boots, setting those over by her growing pile of clothes]

I think I remember you showing me this conversation.

[It was awhile ago, but. Nudity. Still, when Tempest looks back at them, Isaac swallows hard before starting to strip his own jacket off, not entirely sure just... how naked they're going to be getting here.]

People tell me a lot of things, pricina. And yeah, pretty sure I did. Who'd have thought we'd end up here?

[peter's more or less keeping pace with tempest, as far as undressing goes. but everyone here has already seen him naked, there's no surprises to be had from him.]

[if this was more than just following through on a running joke, Tempest would make a bigger idea out of it. As it is, she makes quick work of her clothes, because it's cold and she'd rather not be standing naked in the middle of winter for too long.

The last thing to go is her shirt, and she tosses that on the pile before crossing her arms, resisting the urge to shiver. And were it anyone else, she'd feel a little more self-conscious about the the burns on her hands and wrists, or the one that that stands out on her shoulder. She isn't doing this to impress them, after all]

Then you should believe me when I say I am not messing with you.

...oh.

[Okay. Isaac blinks, all subtlety gone for a moment, before he turns his head away, delicately moving to pull off his scarf. Yeah- yeah this is no problem. He can do this.

He doesn't really have any bangs to hide the way that his eyes cut back up toward Tempest as he kneels to untie his boots.]

[peter isn't immune to the power of breasts. not at all. he glances briefly at tempest before his eyes flick over to isaac, grinning when he catches the other boy looking.

and they're very nice breasts, as he finds out when he looks back over, but that's not what grabs his attention, what makes him stop unbuckling his belt and close the few steps of distance between himself and tempest.

tits? nice, but he's looking at her shoulder.]

That's a wheel. Why are you branded with a wheel?

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[she also sees Isaac looking, and shoots him a brief, mischievous smile before Peter asks his question.

She isn't surprised by it, since she doesn't remember really talking about it with either Peter or Isaac, and the fact that it's a bit hard to miss, but she still wants to reach over and cover it up. She doesn't, though, and shrugs a shoulder instead]

I don't know. It may be because the spell the brought me back did not work correctly, but . . . I never found who was responsible.

[Brought her back- Isaac is pretty sure that he knows what that means, and he's pretty sure that it's not a good thing at all. He stops, halfway out of his shirt, and stares at her for a moment, before pushing the rest of the garment off of his head.]

You... didn't mention that part.

[she did mention it to peter, being as that she'd previously mentioned to him that she was dead and then got way less dead, but he's just going to leave that alone.]

Should look for travelers, if they marked you with a wheel. Nomads. Assuming you want to find 'em, anyway.

[he flips open the flap of the bag he was carrying. there's a flag on the inside, a red wheel on a bisected field of blue and green. then he closes it again and resumes undressing.]

Or someone's giving you some advice, I guess.

Of course I want to find them—

[she cuts herself off to stare at the flag, then at Peter. She's stared at her shoulder in a mirror so many times that she's memorized what it looks like, and that . . . looks distinctly like it]

Advice? Do you know what it means?

[and then Isaac's statement registers, and she looks over at him, almost apologetically] It never came up, and . . . it is not something that was easy to talk about. [it still isn't]

[Isaac just sighs, shrugging and then moving to walk past Tempest toward the springs. It's cold, he's freezing, and Peter and Tempest obviously know more about this than he does. He doesn't really have a stock in this conversation, and hanging around just feels too much like eavesdropping.]

[peter just shrugs and finishes undressing, watching isaac go with a little frown.]

It's a wheel. It means what you'd think a wheel would mean.

[he shucks the rest of his clothes and takes a few steps toward the baths before he stops and turns. his eyes flick to isaac's back and then to tempest.]

You didn't tell him?

[faintly disapproving, because that was a crap way to drop 'i was dead but i got better' on somebody. he's not being loud, but he doesn't have to be for isaac to hear him.]

[well this isn't going as planned, not that she had any other plans other than to spend time with them. She tilts her head back for a moment and sighs]

No, I did not. I hardly told anyone. [maybe a handful of people knew, both before and after she came back. She purses her lips for a moment, then turns to look at Isaac]

I am sorry, Isaac.

Hey, I'm just here for the bath.

[He's already far enough away to where he has to raise his voice for them to hear him, and Isaac strips out of his shirt then, carrying it with him as he moves around the corner to look for this alleged hot spring.]

[peter looks in isaac's direction, then at tempest, and shrugs, gives a tiny, crooked smile.]

Sometimes he's real smart.

[a pause, while he waits for tempest to finish undressing. it's too cold to be standing around naked.]

Wheels are for moving. In the old country, my people lived in wagons. Carry your home with you, never stop moving. There's always something new over the next hill. That's what a wheel means. Now where's this bath?

[the spring is just around the corner, steam from the water fogging up the area a bit. She purses her lips for a moment, but she quirks a small smile; that conversation is best left for another time, anyway]

I would not just say sometimes.

[Tempest is finished undressing, and makes a beeline for the hot springs herself. She can't resist shivering anymore]

It is over here . . . [it's said with a faint frown, as she thinks about Peter's explanation]

[Isaac doesn't really say anything more, just tossing his shirt aside on a nearby rock and glancing a little nervously toward the two of them before stripping down to his boxers.]

Looks cozy.

Better be, it's too goddamn cold for this.

[peter looks far too entertained by isaac's hesitancy, and as he slips past him to get to the bath he smacks him lightly on the ass.]

C'mon, slowpoke, get moving.

[Tempest is also amused, and she pats Isaac's arm before slipping into the hot spring herself]

Are you going to just stand there, or are you going to get in?

Peter!

[Isaac looks between them both and huffs darkly before just giving in, shucking the last of his clothing and kicking it off of his toe before stepping in. He's most definitely sulking now.]

Yeah?

[peter's still standing, the water not quite making it up to his hips, looking at isaac. he doesn't expect to get away with that unscathed, not at all. he's also turned just enough away from tempest that she can't see that he's kind of staring at isaac, expression torn between teasing and appreciative.]