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[synanthrope]

[It's the ocean! The waves are tumbling and pretty decent today, and the device is on the sand, recording a slight figure in a blue and black neoprene wetsuit catching a wave and riding it, getting in the pipe, and then barreling out the other end.

In another minute she's coming out of the water, laughing - yes, laughing - and shaking her head to get the excess water off. She moves so her device, sets her surfboard upright in the sand and unzips her wetsuit down just a bit to get more sun.

When she speaks, her accent is a touch more Australian than it ever was, with the Namibian still in the background.]

There's a fierce curl out there today; Scholar would love this, I know I'm taking as much as I can out of it. Why isn't anyone else out here?

[She flops back, then remembers why she's out here. She grabs her device.]

I woke up and the hostel I'm staying at [she doesn't remember getting there or where she is but she's sure she's at a hostel] had this huge collection of shoes, so I put them out. I figure the owners will turn up and get them, because they're not mine. If they were mine I would have given them to a charity shop, they look pretty expensive.

[She flops back again]

Come on, someone come out here! The water's grand!

[ooc: replies from torqued!]

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[torqued]

[She looks up at him]

Hello!

[cold_dry_pieces]

[So cheerful.]

I hope you're not done for the day.

[torqued]

Not even a little.

[cold_dry_pieces]

Good.

[Looking out over the water, there's the slightest of smiles, though there's nothing to back it up.]

So. Tell me about surfing.

[torqued]

[She sits up and looks at him]

What do you want to know?

[cold_dry_pieces]

What would your perfect wave look like?

[He'll work on making it happen, he has nothing better to do.]

[torqued]

[She thinks about it]

20 feet, so I can paddle out. A perfect curl, just the right amount of rip for a barrel.

[cold_dry_pieces]

I'll work on it.