PWD #08: Never bet a Girl when Laundry is on the Line...
Never Bet a Girl when Laundry is on the Line
Summary: Phin and Madeline have a little race. Loser has to do the winner's laundry for a month.
Date: 27/12/2012 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: None
Cole Madeline Phin 
Pool - Deck 3 - Battlestar Orion
The floors of the whole room — including the bottom of the pool — are made of poured concrete, and the pool itself is designed to accommodate barriers and other obstacles used to simulate operations in high-pressure environments. A large sign on the aft bulkhead warns visitors that no lifeguards are available, and that swimming is done at each person's own risk.
PWD #8

Ari 'Janitor' Cole is seated on the edge of the pool in his swim trunks, legs dangling over the side but so far he has deigned to hop in. He's leaning over, elbows propped onto his legs as he talks to a recently surfaced Phin. "Sorry. Didn't mean to spook you." Irrespective if he did or not. "You know this only counts towards your PT if you do it backwards."

Strolling into the pool area, Madeline looks around. As is her habit, she checks for officers before she enters. Removing her robe to fold and put aside, she digs a swimming cap out of the side pocket and starts to tuck all of that red hair up under it. Noticing Cole, she pauses, "Oh, afternoon, sir." she offers with a cheerful smile.

Phin is doing laps. Or was. He's paused by the edge of the pool now, to talk with Cole. He's not precisely winded, but he's breathing deeply and seems grateful for the break. "Backwards, huh? That so. You sure you're not just frakking with me, sir?" The ensign says it with a grin. "I'm trying to figure out how much of this equals running two miles, so I can totally avoid the treadmill. That thing's no fun. Also, fraks up your knees." He turns his head at the 'Afternoon, sir.' Giving Madeline a "Hey" in return, even if it wasn't meant for him.

"Well, if this is regulation size, that would be about thirty-two laps." Content is Cole to stay on the edge of the pool, however. No immediate intent on getting wet shown. "I think I counted…one." The man grins before craning around to view the newest entrant. His eyes give a quick tick down and tock up of Madeline as she sheds her robe. "Evenin'." His eyes narrow slightly, as if trying to place something.

Finishing tucking her hair under her cap, Madeline stretches. Apparently she is trained in swimming. "If it will help, sir." she offers helpfully, "I can race him for ten laps.. or until he tires out."

Phin looks comfortable enough in the pool. Though he is just idling right now. His brows arch up at the Marine, and he grins some at the challenge. "I need to do a few more. Sure. You want to play judge for us, Janitor? Can we trust you to be fair and impartial and stuff?"

"Frak no." Janitor comments as to being impartial, but he gives a hitch of his chin that leads from Madeline to the pool. "In you go then, whoever you are. And neither of you drown because I'm not jumping in to save your asses." It's clear, however, that the former nor latter is an order. The man genuinely looks as if he's here to just get some respite.

"Lance Corporal Madeline Cervantes, sir." Madeline offers as she swims backwards after jumping in feet first and lazily floats around Phin. "Betting's against regs." she admits. "But if you want to have a friendly wager, I'm game."

"Can't be too bad if we don't bet for money," Phin considers. "Something like…loser does a month's worth of the winner's laundry duty?" Head tilts to Cole. "That's not going to get anyone in trouble, is it, sir?" Cole is his beacon of regulation authority.

"Oh.. I was going to offer up a song of your choice for me to sing to you." Madeline giggles and swims. "Will you polish my boots, too?"

"Wait, let me see…" Ari makes a show of patting where his pockets should be, of course nothing so substantial exists on Navy issue swim trunks. "Damn. Left my reg book in my other shorts." He gives a little snort of laughter and a roll of his shoulders in a shrug. "So long as you don't frak during the spin cycle. Alright then. Ten laps, that's ten fronts and ten backs for those of you playing at home. Touch the edge and I'll give the go."

"Cool," Phin says, with a shrug to Madeline. If Cole says it's OK, then it must be OK. Or so he figures. The ensign is an innocent and trusting sort. He swims back a little to the proper 'end' of the pool and touching it. He's ready to paddle.

"Oh, just to make it interesting, sir?" Madeline says, swimming over to the edge and getting set. She looks up to Cole. "Every lap, you change the style of swimming we have to do?" she suggests with a bright smile. "So, the wager is laundry, then?"

"There is no way you're going to hear me shout out changes over the flailing and the drowning. Swim whichever style is your fastest. You're going for speed, not form. If he beats you doggie style, then so be it." Didn't Cole mean doggie paddle? Maybe. Maybe not. "Month of laundry, undergarments not included. There probably is a bra clause in the frat rules. Alright. On your marks…get set….GO!"

Phin flicks a look up at Cole. Maybe he doesn't exactly trust the superior officer not to torture them with bizarre swimming styles. But he finally nods. "Sounds interesting. Cool. Yeah. A month's laundry duty." He nods eagerly to Cole. "No underwear. Works for me." And on 'Go!', he's off. Freestyle for the first lap. Stroke, stroke, stroke.

Dipping under water, Madeline dolphins her way up and shoots up out of the water, face dipping down as she paddles herself forward, but not too much. Ten laps will require stamina.

Lap 01: <FS3> Opposed Roll — Phin=Swimming Vs Madeline=Swimming
< Phin: Failure Madeline: Failure
< Net Result: Both Fail.

And Cole merely leans back on his hands, watching the two duke it out in the water by going head to head in this impromptu swimming race. If amused, it only shows in a faint glimmer of his eyes. Currently, his expression reads more of wistfulness as he watches them sluice through the pool.

Phin starts off going pretty easy, still more playing in the pool than really gunning it. Either saving himself, or simply underestimating the Marine. So he's not doing all that impressively as he makes it to the far end of the pool, then starts swimming back towards Cole. He doesn't drown, though, so there's that.

Madeline is totally taking her time. Ten laps is not a race, it's a marathon. Swim, swim, she turns neck and neck with Phin and starts back down the lane, keeping in time with the pilot.

Cole paddles at the water lightly with his feet, disrupting the slow wake that eventually progresses over to him from the pair of swimmers. He's keeping a mental count on the laps, even if his attention tends to drift back and forth in an ebb and flow of whatever mental process he's currently engaged in.

Lap 02: <FS3> Opposed Roll — Phin=Swimming Vs Madeline=Swimming
< Phin: Success Madeline: Success
< Net Result: DRAW

Lap 03: <FS3> Opposed Roll — Phin=Swimming Vs Madeline=Swimming
< Phin: Good Success Madeline: Good Success
< Net Result: Madeline wins - Marginal Victory

Lap 04: <FS3> Opposed Roll — Phin=Swimming Vs Madeline=Swimming
< Phin: Good Success Madeline: Good Success
< Net Result: DRAW

Lap 05: <FS3> Opposed Roll — Phin=Swimming Vs Madeline=Swimming
< Phin: Success Madeline: Good Success
< Net Result: Madeline wins - Marginal Victory

Lap 06: <FS3> Opposed Roll — Phin=Swimming Vs Madeline=Swimming
< Phin: Good Success Madeline: Success
< Net Result: Phin wins - Marginal Victory

Lap 07: <FS3> Opposed Roll — Phin=Swimming Vs Madeline=Swimming
< Phin: Failure Madeline: Failure
< Net Result: Both Fail.

Lap 08: <FS3> Opposed Roll — Phin=Swimming Vs Madeline=Swimming
< Phin: Good Success Madeline: Good Success
< Net Result: DRAW

Lap 09: <FS3> Opposed Roll — Phin=Swimming Vs Madeline=Swimming
< Phin: Failure Madeline: Good Success
< Net Result: Madeline wins - Solid Victory

Lap 10: <FS3> Opposed Roll — Phin=Swimming Vs Madeline=Swimming
< Phin: Success Madeline: Failure
< Net Result: Phin wins - Marginal Victory

During the middle part of the race, Madeline started to pick up the pace. For a little thing, she seems to cut through the water quickly. She builds up a good lead, especially when Phin starts to close the distance. At the end, she starts to fade, because that last lap requires a push. But she slaps her hand on the wall and bounces up, looking around as Phin comes up and jumps up and down. "I won!" she cheers and flashes a V sign.

Phin is a decent swimmer. It's clear why he'd prefer this as an endurance builder over huffing on the treadmill. But he is fading by the time he gets to that final lap, and he can't close quickly enough to beat Madeline's push. On his final touch he slumps against the side of the pool, panting. "Frak, girl. I didn't think Marines ever left the dirt. Where'd you learn to paddle like that?"

Ari waits for the race to finish, but his judging is not needed as Madeline is clearly the winner and even dubs herself as such. "She's got flippers underneath her boots." With a palm pressing into the concrete, he hoists himself back to his feet, leaving little puddles of water at the root of his stance. "Looks like you've got a whole lot of folding in your future, Dolly."
Madeline smiles innocently, still able to dance a little in the water, even while panting. "My mother was a swimmer for the Sagittarion team at the Colonial Games. Finished fifth in '84." You just got hustled, Phin. "I'll make sure to crawl in the mud alot!"

"Mutation would explain it," Phin says, between breaths. "Webbed toes or something." Though he shoots the Marine a quick grin. Just kidding! He wrinkles his nose at the thought of all that laundry, but he's a man of his word. He will dutifully wash Madeline's things for the full month, minus anything that requires a delicate cycle. "Colonial Games? Wow. No joke." Yes, he got hustled. "I was born on the gulf coast of Scorpia. You can throw a beer bottle from pretty much anywhere and hit the water. I never really did anything, like, regimented with it until I could choose some of my own PT, though."

Ari fists his hands, leaving his thump and pinky jutting out. He waggles it in Phin's direction in the Colonial hand gesture for 'hang-ten', both having come from near the same neck of the woods. "Impressive." He comments as to Madeline's heritage. "Alright, kids. Behave. And if you don't? I was never here."

Phin makes the gesture back at Cole. He doesn't even add a finger to make it obscene. Though he does stick out his tongue when he does it. He hefts himself up on the edge of the pool, idly stretching out his arms. "Yeah. The 'not cleaned up' part is why I left. Later, Janitor. And…uh. I guess I'll see you later, Lance Corporal." To do domestic labor for her.

"Oh.." Pool to herself. Score! Madeline smiles, as she waves to Phin. "I'll make sure to let you use my fabric softner." A cheerful giggle as she starts to lazily float about the pool.

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