fh_trips | The Area Around Þingvallavatn, Wednesday Afternoon & Evening

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island summer jaunt 2011

The Area Around Þingvallavatn, Wednesday Afternoon & Evening

It might have been Eric, or the squirrels, or the moose, or a very intrepid Danish NPC who had talked the Vikings into this. That was something the Viking women who showed up at the causeway didn't share. To be fair, since they only spoke old Norse, it would've been kind of hard for them to.

But one of them did have a sign that read, somewhat jaggedly, 'Þour'. They had even attempted to squiggle the bottom line of the first character in such a way that it kind of looked like a 't'.

They had planned a tour of the general area and its bounties, as a way to say thank you for all the interesting meat they had managed to procur on the island ~~Þus~~ thusfar. Past the waterfalls, to the hot springs, to the valley of the AlÞing, Þhingvellir itself-- it was really quite lovely.

Of course, Fandomites could just go to the village and get hopping drunk and maybe start a barfight instead.

God knows that's what the Vikings themselves were planning to do.

[[ ocd up! have at! Viking Village | The Lake | Öxaráfoss Waterfall | AlÞing and Almannagjá Valley | Hot Springs | OOC ]]

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Hot springs? Okay, awesome. Jocelyn had taken the hike by the lake and through the valley - an easy enough trek for someone used to the Alps, but any time there was the chance of hot springs, she'd be there. Especially after beating in the heads of zombies and ending up covered in simulated zombie-gore.

She leaned back against one of the rocks, submerged up to her chin in hot, light blue water. Iceland was cool. She could handle a weird school if it were in Iceland.

"Is this when I'm supposed to make a smart remark about you turning into a Popsicle when you get out of there?" Sam asked, having made his way down off the waterfall. It would have been easy to turn around and head back to the dorms but he was trying to be more proactive.

"Taking a swim in Iceland seems to deserve that kind of smart remark so I thought I'd check," he added, mostly joking.

"Hilarious," Jocelyn rolled her eyes at the comment then smiled up at Sam. "More likely to be a prune than a popsicle. I don't ever want to get out."

"I have been complimented on my sense of humor many times," Sam replied, laughing quietly. "Class clown, that's me."

No, that wasn't him at all and that was probably obvious. He did his best though. "The water looks like blue milk. Is it supposed to look like that or should I get my eyes checked?"

"Do you have the red squeaky nose and everything?" she checked, letting him keep up that particular falsehood. She eyed the water, bringing a cupped hand up from under the water to hold a little bit. "I'm hoping it's natural. The Vikings didn't seem to be disturbed by it. Not that I speak...whatever language it is."

Look, she spoke a few dead languages. Just none of them were Ancient Norse.

"Golly, I left it in my other pants," he said and snapped his fingers at the missed opportunity. A second or so later, he crept a little closer and dipped his fingers into the milky water.

It was definitely hot. And his fingers didn't start burning down to the bone so probably not acid. "Well, if it's this hot, I doubt you're going to turn into any kind of ice cream product. I've never seen one of these before. They don't really exist in Seattle. We have...puddles."

"And oceans, I think," Jocelyn said, remembering her geography lessons. "Gonna get in?"

"I don't see the ocean much," he replied, shrugging. "It's kind of out of the way, my car sucked pretty badly and if I took my board there, I'd end up having a heart attack and dying in the sand."

And he had no intention of joining the spirit world just yet. He'd raise the dead but not join them. "And I didn't bring a suit. I didn't think there'd be a milky blue hot tub around here."

"It's sad you''re going to keep yourself from maybe the only time in your life you'll be in hot springs in Middle Ages Iceland because you don't have a bathing suit," she remarked.

"So, what's your suggestion to get past the bathing suit issue?" Sam wondered. There was a part of him that could guess a possible suggestion or two but maybe he was missing something blatant.

It had happened before.

"Canonball in with my clothes on? And I thought that'd just tick you off."

"Just don't land on a rock spur or something," Jocelyn smirked, unable to stop herself.

"You're a bad influence," Sam noted with half a smile. "If I were a more gullible guy, I might actually take that as a challenge and prove that I wasn't that uncoordinated."

Sam thought he might just be that uncoordinated though it wasn't like he did cannonballs into the puddles in Seattle or anything to test that theory. "I don't think that'd be the worst thing I've ever done to my backside anyway."

And Sam regretted the phrasing of that as soon as it came out. He didn't take it back, though. He just grimaced and shook his head at himself.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure we need to know each other better before I hear about the things you do to your butt," Jocelyn teased. She snickered, shaking her head. "Or you can get in and I'll even promise to avert my eyes."

Sam hadn't expected her to miss that unintentional innuendo and he just covered his face with his hand when she called him on it. It was better than blushing, at least.

"Fine," he sighed after seeing no real harm in it. If she closed her eyes, he figured he could get in and submerge himself before she got a glimpse of his once shredded and now scarred back (hey, everyone had their insecurities) and he wouldn't freeze his ass off. "Cover your eyes. No peeking. I'm very shy."

He wasn't but it was fun to joke about it sometime.

She wouldn't have understood the idea of being ashamed of one's scars, but Jocelyn reached up to dramatically cover her hands with both eyes.

"I so wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable," she assured him, grin obvious under her hands. The idea of covering her eyes out in the open was a difficult one, but she'd been there for a while now and hadn't seen anything out of the ordinary. "Watch out. The water's hot."

Sam was still getting used to the fact that his back was more scars than skin now thanks to a pissed off werewolf who had his leash yanked by a psychopath. Given time, he was sure he'd be fine.

"So, I've gotta beware of rocks and the heat now?" he asked, shrugging out of his jacket, shirt and t-shirt fairly easily. They got dropped onto the ground before he spared another look around before putting his his hands anywhere near his pants.

"How did you even manage to get in without injuring yourself? That a skill that comes along with all the other talents you've got?" Sam joked, blowing on his fingers some to warm them up before moving to get down to his boxer shorts.

"Look at me trying to be nice and you mock my efforts," she sighed, still covering her eyes. "And yup, just naturally graceful enough to keep the rocks from attacking me as I got used to the heat."

She leaned back, cushioning her head on the less than comfortable lava rock. "Remember, if the Vikings can do it, you can."

"Comparing me to a Viking is only dooming me to some unfortunate fate," Sam declared, dropping his jeans on his pile of clothes before dipping a toe into the water.

Yes, it was definitely hot and he shook his foot off before shaking his head. Just standing there and acting like this was too much for him would get him nowhere. He exhaled and slid in the water, pretty much figuring his entire body was going to be nice and red after this.

"And that wasn't mocking," he added once he'd settled down and avoided rocks, "that was astute observation on my part. It's one of my talents."

"I think as long as you don't rape or pillage anyone, you'll be fine," Jocelyn pointed out. She heard him get in the water and tilted her hands to see. "Modesty all taken care of?"

"How astute does the observation have to be to be a talent? You did notice the water was an odd color and everyting."

Her question about his modesty seemed to be answered when he didn't protest her peeking so he didn't answer it with words. Instead, he just let some of the milky water slide through his fingers.

"I dunno," he answered, glancing over at her. "I think astute for me would be different than astute for you. Lately, I'm lucky if I remember to put on shoes so noticing that I'm barefoot and about to leave my apartment is astute for me."

He wiggled his toes under the water and shook his head. "No, I'm not that bad. I'm just not used to having to make astute observations. Hadn't been necessary for awhile."

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