Mudwrestling - Candidate Carnival

Yeah. They get down and dirty. This, the dance log and the cakewalk log are all I have of the carnival for Erith and Zyanth's clutch.

NCpern - Saturday, January 20, 2001, 10:47 AM
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Logger: Jenna

Public announcement: Kiryn announces "Greetings! The FTW Carnival Games are about to get started up for their second and final day with a bout of mud wrestling! Come on to Fort, or hop a ride with a friendly rider and +go fort-bowl to come get messy!"

Jenna wrinkles her nose at Dasil. "Well, that's a relief!" She gives a wave to the others as they start emerging from the caverns. "Morning - or is it afternoon already?"

Caralain wanders tousle-headed out, a crumpled paper cone clutched in one sweaty hand.

Robley finishes checking the depth of the mud with a stick, yanking it out with a 'splooshing' sound. Satisfied, he starts calling, "Come one, come all! Test your strength and skill in our mud pit! Fabulous prizes for everyone who participates! Come one, Come all!"

High above the bowl, Gyreventh emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

Kiryn is off to one side, putting a few final touches, with the help of two other young lads, on what looks to be the future dance-floor for the night's celebration. But, at the announcement of a starting event, he abandons that, leaving the last of it to be finished later.

High above the bowl, Gyreventh spirals down lower into the bowl.

Dasil takes his wig off for this one. He slips the pillows out from under his mu-mu and add them to the stack. A moment is spent looking at the mud pit while an idea comes to him, "If I wear the dress in. It'll be muddy later." So he takes that off too. Luckily those around don't go blind - Dasil has a pair of shorts and a light tunic on underneath.

Mud. Cara's attention is caught immediately by mud. Heading that way, Cara stares in fascination at the great big delicious mud pit, absently picking a caramel from the cone and chewing on it, not seeming to mind or even notice the small bits of hay clinging to it.

Robley grins at Caralain and asks, "I take it you'll be entering?" He lifts his attention to everyone else, "All right, I think I have one youngster interested - what about the rest of you lot. You lads there! Come on and try your luck!"

Above the center of the bowl, Gyreventh spirals down towards the Center of the bowl, and backwings to a landing.
Gyreventh has arrived.

Sh'yar jumps down Gyreventh's side to the ground, as the dragon rumbles softly.
Sh'yar has arrived.

Sh'yar looks around and smiles, "The candies running the weyr I see."

Dasil waves to the Brownrider and calls out, "Fort's duties to High Reaches! Welcome Sh'yar! You're just in time for some mud wrestling if you're interested."

Jenna gives a friendly wave to the brownrider and laughs. "It's not as bad as all that, really. Fort's duties - and, what Dasil said." She grins, eyeing the mud, "Maybe I should enter too."

Kiryn wanders a bit closer now, regarding the mud in a curious fashion. He went mucking once before, and was cleaning his clothes for days. At the sight of a descending dragon, the young lad turns, and offers a wave, and a more casual hello, echoing Dasil. "What he said." Then a slight smirk. "Her too. And last night we kidnapped a bronzerider. So watch out!"

Sh'yar winks, "Depends on who my opponent might be."

Caralain looks at skinny arms and then back up at Robley. For once the candidate seems interested in self-preservation: "Uh, I'll wait an' see who else enters first."

Robley winks at Caralain, "Ah, come on. It's all in fun. Now," He lifts his voice and calls, "Who's entering? You, Kiryn? And Dasil? And you, master brownrider! We've plenty of lovely ladies to choose as a partner." And he gives another wink.

Dasil looks around, "Wish we had more girls interested in mud wrestling. Doesn't seem like it would be as much fun if it's going to be all guys. C'mon Jenna, you have to sign up!"

Minnea, one of the blossoming caverns girls goes boldly up and scratches her name on the list Robley is waving about. "I'll wrestle." Challenging looks are given to the boys as she plants hands on hips.

Milque walks across the bowl from the Lower Caverns.
Milque has arrived.

Jenna was just about to agree, when Minnea volunteered. "Uh. I'm not sure I have the, uh, assets, Dasil." The words are half mumbled, and she goes forward slowly to scratch her name as well.

Kiryn laughs, and nods his agreement with Dasil. Then turns on him with a grin, "Only way you're going to get any action, eh?" Still chuckling, he looks over toward the puddle. "Well, there's one, oh, and Jenna too. I'm sure we'll get a few more interested." With that, the long-legged youth proceeds to wander over, standing in line behind Jenna to take his turn at the sign-up.

Caralain hangs back, looking around at those who are entering, stuffing another caramel into dirt-lined mouth.

Dasil is inspired now. He goes over and puts his name on the list. "This should be interesting. Never gotten dirty on purpose before. C'mon Jenna, it's all in fun." He laughs at Kiryn's comment and then scans the crowd a little as if that automatically makes him think of someone in particular.

Milque smiles as she heads over towards the grouping of candidates, "Has the mud wrestling started yet? I'm sure that's going to be fun to watch." Did she put an emphasis on 'watch' in there?

Jenna eyes Caralain and Milque, "C'mon. You guys aren't going to leave me be the only female candidate in there, are you?" Robley is taking names as fast as he can, now that a few girls have volunteered, the boys are starting to swarm in more.

Sh'yar smiles, "It might be fun but this group looks a little scrawny to offer any challenge." he says in jokeingly.

"Scrawny?" Kiryn turns a challenging look on the rider. Uh oh. Careful, kiddo. "What, afraid a few kids are going to make you look bad in front of all the ladies?" And a quick look to the spectators as well, as he nods along with Jenna, "C'mon, we could use a few more."

Dasil chuckles at Sh'yar, "Minnea there might give you a run for your marks, Sh'yar. I saw her take down a wingsecond in the caverns the other day who'd made a grab for her when she was serving."

Milque blinks, "What, you're going to wrestle in that?" She pointedly looks at the thick mud. "I had to scrub myself clean three times yesterday from all the mud, and now you want me to get into it again?"

Sh'yar smiles and chuckles, "Not affraid of looking bad. Just worried about shattering your fragile candie egos."

Minnea eyes Sh'yar with amusement. "Oh, is that so? Shall we partner then?" She lowers her eyes modestly and flashes a sly smile at Dasil before looking back to Sh'yar. "I'd hate for you to leave Fort.... disappointed..."

Sh'yar grins, "I'll take that challange."

"Think not," Cara decides. "I don't wanna get my candy dirty."

Minnea smirks faintly. "I rather thought you might." She sways her way forward to cross palms with Sh'yar, "I'm Minnea, by the way. And you are?" As Minnea makes her way forward, like a feline ready to pounce, Robley says, "We've got Dasil, Kiryn, and Jenna still to find partners! Who else is willing to get dirty!" Aside to the Reaches rider he offers amusedly, "Careful just what you lose there, brownrider."

Jenna turns pleading eyes on Caralain and Milque. "It's just a little mud - and I thought you *liked* mud, Cara..."

"Show 'im, Minnea." calls Kiryn, still chuckling over the threats. Of course, it's all in jest, and he starts taking off his jacket in favor of the loose, simple clothing beneath. "Aw, it won't be so bad," he calls to Milque, next, trying to encourage her to participate. "No one else?"

Sh'yar crosses palms with the girl, "I'm Sh'yar from High Reaches. Sure you woulden't like a friend to help you out?"

Milque takes a breath and then lets it out in a good imitation of a headwoman's huff. "Well, I guess if we're short on partcipants." She goes over to put her name on the list, then has second thoughts right when she gets there and looks out at the mud again.

Caralain sniffs. "Yeah, I do, b' not candy with mud, an' not bein' squished in the mud. I'm not -stupid-, all these people are bigger'n me."

Minnea measures Sh'yar with her eyes and declares, "Oh, I think I can handle you all by myself." Robley stifles a snicker and then gestures to the mud pit, "Minnea and, rider Sh'yar, was it? If you two would like to be first?"

Milque mutters to Jenna, "... you... wrestle..."
Milque whispers "Just what do you wear to mud wrestle in?"

Sh'yar peels off his riding pants and jacket prefering the short plain clothing underneth, "I won't object."

Jenna shrugs at Milque, "I was just going to wear my trous and tunic. They're work clothes anyway..." The words are said softly back to the other girl. "C'mon. It won't be so bad."

Milque thinks about it, "Maybe I'll go change then, a workdress just isn't going to work out in the mud." But she does take a moment to scratch her name onto the list. "And little Tart here can take a nap on my cot, I know she wouldn't want to get into the mud.

Minnea rather nonchalantly strips to underthings, not at all shy, and wades on into the mud. "How long do I have to pin him, Rob?" She grins cockily at Sh'yar, waiting.

Kiryn takes up a spot on the edge of the puddle to watch, as the first pair prepares to square off. He still looks greatly amused by the matchup, glancing idly between the two contestants, and the debating girls behind him. "That's the spirit," he adds, in Milque's direction, before asking Jenna, since she's the one left, "You wanna go next?"

Sh'yar enters the pit opposite the girl. "Do I have to hold her under for any length of time?"

Robley quickly spouts off the rules. "Count of three for a hold. Everyone ready?" He looks from Sh'yar to Minnea. "Then... go!"

Milque heads into the Living caverns.
Milque has left.

Sh'yar feints left to guage the girl's reactions.

Minnea is fooled easily. Pretty she is, Wrestle-smart she isn't. She goes left, pouncing forward and exposing herself to an attack from the side.

Jenna mms at Kiryn, "I guess... if Milque doesn't want to go..." She gives him a curious , assessing look.

Sh'yar takes advantage of the opening to get a firm grip on Minnea in an attempt to haul her over his shoulder and into the waiting puddle of mud.

Minnea is gripped allright. With a shriek of surprised laughter, she slips in the mud, splattering it out towards her captor, and attempting to twist out of the way. She is solid, however, and doesn't get lifted quite off the ground yet. The slip unbalances her, making her easier to move.

Kiryn strikes a sort of lopsided pose, one hand on his hip, and glances back at Jenna. "If you want, that is." See? No pressure. Eyes falling on the match, he chuckles, shaking his head. "Hmm, she did better on solid ground, I think."

Sh'yar laughing, changes from a flip to a splat as he attempts to pull out one of Minnea's legs from underneth her.

Milque walks across the bowl from the Lower Caverns.
Milque has arrived.

Minnea skids, giving out a 'woah!' as she falls. The 'splat' definately works and she falls flat on her back in the mud, getting it everywhere and sending up a spray. Not to be pinned so easy, she does start squirming under the larger 'Reaches rider, giggling madly.

Samuel walks across the bowl from the Lower Caverns.
Samuel has arrived.

Jenna actually looks a trifle relieved as Milque comes back in. She hurries to the girl's side and hisses, "You *are* gonna wrestle, aren't you?" Her voice lowers, as she gives a nervous look back towards Kiryn.

Samuel comes out, looking freshly bathed and munhes on a roll.

Milque senses "Jenna's tone is worried, "Kiryn actually *wants* to partner me! You'd go with him, wouldn't you? He makes me nervous!""

Sh'yar laughing attempts to hook one of Minnea's slippery legs in a vain attempt to keep her from squirming.

Milque comes out, her clothes changed out of her usual workdresses for the first time. She stops as Jenna hurries and and confers with her quietly.

Aw, what, she's afraid of the big, bad Kiryn? *sniff* The young man continues to try and split his attention between the messy match before him, and the two conspiring girls behind. He blinks, looking between them, and turns back. "Or not..." With that, he focuses his attention on the wrestlers.

Milque gives a glance over towards Kiryn, She mutters to Jenna, "I... want to partner with him... was... to... someone... to... We... partner..."
You sense Milque gives a glance over towards Kiryn, "I don't think I'd want to partner with him either. I was hoping to get someone more my size to wrestle. We could partner together?"

Samuel finishes off the roll and turns to watch the 'show'. "Alright!"

Minnea's limbs do seem to be everywhere at once, and with all that mud, it's difficult to get a good grip on her. Indiscriminate splashes go up, showering Sh'yar and whomever happens to be standing too close. A pause and she attempts to roll out from under the rider, after a mash of mud into his hair.

Jenna chews on her lower lip, looking from Milque to Kiryn and back. She murmurs something else to the other girl.

You whisper "But he already asked. You sure you don't want to partner him?"" to Milque.

Milque glances over at Kiryn again, then whispers something back to Jenna.
Milque whispers "Maybe if we wrestled him as a team?"

Caralain has settled on the ground, giving a cheer now and then for a particularly good move.

Sh'yar futilly attempts to shimmy the mud out of his hair... sending a light spray everywhere, he gives up trying to snag one slippery gam and makes a simple attempt to keep Minnea's body in place and fold her right in half... (Ms. feet meet Ms. nose).

Samuel takes a wary step back as mud flies and hoots. "That's it! Mud to the hair!" He calls and then winces, " "oh my.... can a body move like that?"

Jenna's eyes light and she nods eagerly to Milque. "Now *That's* an idea! Hey, Kiryn, how 'bout we both take you on?" That seems to be something that appeals, particularly after a glance at Minnea's fate.

Kiryn goes along with the other spectators now, since it doesn't look like he's getting a partner any time soon. A splash comes his way, catching on the leg of his pants, and the young man shakes it off. Not as if that one little blotch will be noticable, after he gets his turn. Then a blink, and he turns around. "What?"

Milque smiles over at Kiryn sweetly, "Yes, that might be fair, you've got to be twice as big as either of us." Okay, she's exaggerating a little.

Minnea's apparently can move like that yet. Feet get nearly to the girl's nose, and she's grinning at Sh'yar like a feline that swallowed a wherry chick the entire time. Pinned that way, there's very little she can do to move.

Robley chokes and spouts out, "One... two.... Three.... And you're OUT, Minnea! Rider Sh'yar of Righ Reaches Wins!"

Sh'yar smiles as he releases the girl and stands up... victorious... and offers her a helping hand out of the puddle.

Samuel whistles appreciatively. "Good one." He claps for the winner heartily.

Kiryn looks between the two, reaching to scratch at the back of his neck. "Well, huh, 'suppose that's true. " Or close to true. He's tall, but not -that- tall. "I guess we could do that, if the judge doesn't mind. Eh, Robley, whaddya say?"

Jenna was still gawping a bit at Minnea. She applauds along with the rest of the crowd, and then says, "Yeah, be more fair that way. Specially after poor Minnea."

Robley just shakes his head, shrugging, "Nothing in the rules against it. I say go for it, man."

Minnea still has that grin on her face. Did Sh'yar really win? And if so, just *what* did he win. Demurely she uncoils and accepts the hand up, murmuring under the applause, "Well fought."

Kiryn glances back over his shoulder. "Poor Minnea? Looked like she was enjoying herself." Grinning a bit, then, he chuckles at Robley, and turns back to nod at the two girls. "Alright, guess I'm game."

Sh'yar sloughs out of the pit, "And you, t'was fun indeed. Can anyone here tell me where I may wash up?"

Robley nods to Sh'yar, pointing the rider towards teh caverns and giving directions to the hotsprings. A giggling weyr girl offers Sh'yar and then Minnea a towel, as the girl sticks close to the muddy rider.

Jenna looks relieved, and gives Milque a grin. "Perfect then. Thanks, Milque. Are we next then?" She looks at Robley for confirmation.

Sh'yar peels off his mud encrusted shirt and tosses the towel over his shoulders and sticks around to watch the rest of the matches before leaving to wash up.

Milque smiles a bit at the prospect of wrestling without having to take on someone like Kiryn on her own.

Robley errs at Sh'yar and Minnea, "Here, here, afore you two get off to the springs, here's your prizes." Minnea gets a scarf, and the rider a belt knife in the shape of a firelizard. Rob then consults his list. "Yup, we've got Milque and Jenna versus Kiryn next." He grins at Kiryn, "G'luck lad!"

Sh'yar says "Not 'good luck' more like 'have fun'!"

Samuel says "he doesn't stand a chance.""

But Kiryn is such a sweety! Oh well. Turning, and wandering toward his end of the pit, the lanky fellow shakes his head, muttering something to himself, and likely Robley, about getting in over his head. To Sh'yar, he smirks, "I'll try. But they look like they're out for blood." At that, he removes his footwear and wanders on into the muck.

Jenna wades into the mud, fully clothed. She flushes faintly at the rider's response, and even further upon Samuel's comment from the crowd. "You take one side, Milque, I'll take the other?" Mud squishes between toes with squelching sounds.

Milque takes off her shoes and takes the first tentative step into the mud, making a face at her foot sinks into it, "Eww, just what have I gotten myself into." The second step isn't so tentative though as she hears Sh'yar's comment and gets a less than pleased grimace on her face.

Robley is trying not to laugh as he chokes out, "Ready... set.... Go!"

Vaelyn walks across the bowl from the Lower Caverns.
Vaelyn has arrived.

Milque starts out standing close to Jenna then says, "Should we go at him from either side?"

Jenna nods to Milque, and scoops up a ball of mud. This is rapidly launched at Kiryn. Might as well start off with mudslinging, because that's likely what it will end up with. "You take his left, I'll take the right..."

Vaelyn slips out from the cavern, a grin slowly working it's way onto the girl's lips. Her eyes alight as she spots the wrestlers. "Oooh, someone's playing in the mud without me." While she moves closer, she does seem to be keeping enough distance from the mud to not get soiled. "I've got the littles later on... If I get muddy now, they'll all want to join in."

Standing in the large mud-puddle, Kiryn faces not one, but two frightening candidate girls. What's he gotten himself into now? Glancing back and forth between Milque and Jenna, the tall youth holds his arms wide apart, to hopefully fend off both of them. "Shards," he mutters, realizing they'll be able to get around him anyway.

Milque laughs a little as she stomps through the mud now, getting into the mood of the wrestling now that she's past worrying about the fact she's going to get muddy. She moves off towards Kiryn's left, glancing over towards Jenna, "Now!"

Samuel shakes his head, "This does not look good for him." He notes, grinning hello to Vaelyn from his spot in the 'clearn' sidelines.

Jenna leaps towards Kiryn's right side as Milque gives the signal, muddy hands flailing out in an attempt to snag his. She slips only slightly in the mud, which of course, starts a bit of nervous giggling.

Aluren has arrived.

Vaelyn tiptoes over towards Samuel, finding a seat quite close to him. "So, who's winning? Not Kiryn, by the looks of it." She wrinkles her nose, giggling as she watches the muddy 'leapfrogs' battle it out.

Samuel smiles at Vaelyn, "I don't think the lad is going to fair well, but he's certainly a lucky sot. Should be a good show no matter what." An all to eager smile for the candidate.

Where to run, where to hide? Getting attacked from both sides, Kiryn spins, trying to catch Milque, as she moves first. Of course that means Jenna will have his nice, undefended back all to herself to play with. And, wouldn't you know, his spin ends up a little less controlled, in the mud, so he turns -past- Milque, just slightly, making his grab for her arms an awkward one indeed.

Jenna isn't one to ignore an opportunity! She pounces, attempting a grab around Kiryn's waist. For all her enthusiasm, it's a half-hearted grab, and is more likely to smear mud across the lad's tunic than to actually hook 'round his waist. "Get 'em, Milque!"

Milque doesn't let Kiryn miss his chance to grab her arms, because she grabs his in turn, perhaps suprising him with just how strong her grip is, all those turns moving the large stew pots around in the kitchens no doubt.

Wandering over nibbling on a bubbly Aluren laughs "Am I missing gang up on Kiryn time again?"

Samuel nods at Aluren's words, "quite popular he is. But putting on a good fight. Go Kiryn! Chin up!"

Wow. And this is going downhill faster than even he imagined, for Kiryn. To Jenna, the only defense he can muster, facing the wrong way, is a bit of twisting and wiggling, to try and keep her from getting a good hold, while the youth just looks startled as him and Milque end up arm-locked. Guess he wasn't planning on her being that strong either. "Urk, ohboy," he mutters, shifting and trying to toss the girl before him off balance, while Jenna threatens to do the same to him.

Vaelyn chuckles, bobbing her head lightly in Samuel's direction. "Good show indeed." She leans back, eager to watch her fellow candidates. "Did It just start before I got out here, or had I missed quite a bit?"

Samuel grins, still clapping for the lad, "um, it just started when you showed up. They were just stepping in to square off."

Aluren cups her hands around her mouth and shouts "Booo hiss, two one one isn't fair! Booo!"

Samuel chuckles at Aluren, "He seemed agreeable to it."

Sh'yar says "Woulden't you be?"

Samuel nods to Sh'yar, "Of course."

Aluren drops her hands and chuckles "Well, yes Kiryn is a glutton. For punishment, for teasing and mostly for food."

Jenna is nearly thrown off at one point, and finally ends up catching at least some hold. Of course, this ends up with Kiryn and herself virtually covered in mud. "Pull, Milque! An' I'll push!" She concentrates on keeping her feet, sliding in the mud, which seems to be more on Kiryn's side than hers.

Milque stumbles to her knees in the mud, sending a splash everywhere but her hands don't let go of Kiryn's arms. "Okay Jenna!" she shouts and she falls back into the mud, trying to drag Kiryn down with her since she's already lost her footing.

Vaelyn glances over towards the entrance to the cavern and shakes her head. Several littles seem to be huddling up, staring outside at the pit. "Excuse me," she states, her smile growing as she departs the carny and nears the children. "Back inside with you. I mean it." With her help, all the children manage to be herded back inside.

Vaelyn heads into the Living caverns.
Vaelyn has left.

Samuel waves goodbye to Vaelyn.

Crap. Kiryn realizes what's happening, and likewise figures out that there isn't a great deal he can do about it. D'oh. It's probably more Milque's good grip, dragging him down, than the mud-sliding Jenna, but whatever the reason, he goes falling forward as Milque pulls, trying to a get an arm loose to help his landing. Splat.

Milque splats down into the mud herself, letting go of Kiryn before he lands, not wanting to get her arms pinned beneath him, so the lad is down, but not grasped, at least by her now. She gives a happy laugh even as her entire backside is covered in mud.

Jenna gives a startled gasp as her pushing and Milque's pulling apparently have the desired effect. With a 'woah!' she ends up sprawling forward, directly on top of Kiryn and too startled to pin him without help.

Sh'yar laughs.

Caralain stares mournfully at the bottom of the empty candy cone, shaking it a little hopefully.

Samuel grins over at Caralain between hoots and laughter.

Oooh, candidate sandwich. What fun. Kiryn would probably be enjoying it more, however, where he not struggling to get some sort of grip on the ground, or anything, for that matter. Arms flail still, and he tries to slide out from between the two, in some hope of not getting pinned there.

Milque rolls to try to get on top of Kiryn now, managing to get mud all over her frontside as well in doing so. Then she finally gets a slippery grip and shifts managing somehow to end up joining Jenna on top of the lad, sitting on his chest.

Aluren turns to Samuel asking "Does this remind you of last night's wagon ride? Howq does he manage to be surrounded by women at all times?"

Robley chooses this moment to start his count, "One... Two... Three! And yer OUT, Kiryn! Nice show! Nice show!"

Samuel grins as his shoulders rise up, "well, he must just have that personality that draws ladies to him." He chuckles, "Or something. Should I ask his secret?. Not that I want to be swarmed with ladies mind you."

Jenna is covered in mud, and looks up at Milque, "We won? We won!" She starts to scramble up, and nearly goes face first into the mud again, laughing.

Milque laughs as she scrambles off of Kiryn, managing to sprawl one more time in the mud, then get to her feet. She laughs and hugs Jenna, "We did it!"

Oy. Sat on by two candidates. Kiryn gives a last few token squirms, but finally just sinks back into the mud, at Robley's announcement. "Ack," he mumbles, still very much stuck. "Ok, see? You got me." When everyone has finished sprawling in other places, he eventually clambers up.

Jenna laughs, and returns Milque's hug before leaning down to offer Kiryn a helping hand up as he rises. "You gave it a good try though!" Robley offers everyone towels and comments, "Not bad, lad, not bad at all. Come on along you three and get your prizes."

Aluren cranks the handle on the strange little box, then leans over and peeks into the hole.

Samuel gets up and looks at the sign of events, "How are people picking the Lord and Lady?"

Kiryn smiles amiably at Jenna, as she helps him up, despite the fact that he was quite thoroughly defeated. "Yeah, well, there were two of you!" he protestes, jokingly. "Next time, though."

Jenna grins at Kiryn, releasing him, and accepts the towel, slogging out of the mud and wiping off her face. To Samuel, she says, "Fastest times in the obstacle course," and nods up to the course just a bit away. "Not gonna be me though. I swear I fell four times."

Samuel hms quietly, "really. Interesting."

"Not me either" Aluren agrees with Jenna "I think I am fourth slowest? Have you tried it yet sir?"

Milque giggles a bit, "Next time you'll probably not wrestle two of us." She comments as she follows Jenna and Kiryn out of the mud and takes a towel to clean off her face.

Kiryn starts to towel himself off, although it's certainly quite a task. "I haven't run yet. Should give it a try." He glances over, and then chuckles at Milque. "Yeah, I'll know better than to try it. Yeesh. Two on one's no fair at all."

Samuel says to Kiryn as he leans against the boot, "Really good show out there. You did better than I would have."

Milque laughs a bit more, "I thought you liked two on one, Kiryn?" She gives him a little bit of a teasing wink, then blushes red and hides it by giving her face another good toweling.

Jenna says smartly, "Depends on who's on the winning side. Ugh, I think I'm up for a quick dunk to get the worst of this off. I'll catch up with you guys later?" She gives a wave and heads off at a jog towards the caverns.

Long distance to Aluren, Caralain, Kiryn, Milque, Samuel, and Sh'yar: Jenna waves. Thank you all for coming and cheering us on, and getting dirty! I've *got* to grab a bite to eat though. I'll be back in just a bit. 8)