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[tragic_mask]

Arriving at the Visitor's Center, Melpomene takes a look around.

"Well, this is it. In all its touristic glory. "

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[tragic_mask]

"I'll do my best to haul you back."

[mechanicalswans]

"Mmmmm," he smiles. "You know, I wonder if they do rafting or canoeing, further downstream. I do like boats..."

[tragic_mask]

"Don't your brochures tell you all about that?" she says, smiling wryly at the large pile in his hands.

[mechanicalswans]

"That would probably be under 'camping and outdoor adventures,'" he muses, flipping through the brochures. "They have jet-powered boats through the rapids--ooh, miniature golf. I haven't played in years. Alas, it doesn't look like they'd let us go rafting on our own around here."

[tragic_mask]

"Miniature golf? In the waterfall? That sounds like an exciting game of mini-golf."

[mechanicalswans]

"Quite a devastating water hazard," he says, "but the light show when you get the ball into the windmill is worth it. No, that was a different brochure--mixed in there by accident. We can, however, take both the regular boat and the jet if you want."

[tragic_mask]

"That's okay by me. I'd love to be close to the water," she says. "As you may have guessed, from my desire to go down the falls in a barrel."

[mechanicalswans]

"The more you talk about that, the more tempting it is," he says, watching her for a moment. "If you want to do it--if you really, truly do--then by all means, we can."

[tragic_mask]

"I'll wait and see if motor boats quench my desire," she says.

[mechanicalswans]

"It will be exciting," he says. "We should buy our tickets. Would you like to see the brochures?"

[tragic_mask]

"I trust you."

[mechanicalswans]

"I'm glad," he murmurs, and moves toward the gift shop to buy the camera and tickets for the boat.

[tragic_mask]

She follows along, looking around at all the tourists as she goes.

[mechanicalswans]

They are mostly family groups; it's that kind of place.

Well, it's also a place for honeymooning, but not the right time of day for couples to be out of their hotel rooms yet.

"We should buy a couple cameras," he says. "Three sound good?"

[tragic_mask]

"Sure. We can always buy more cameras," she says.

[mechanicalswans]

"They sell them everywhere," he nods. "Better be careful... I may take a picture of you tomorrow morning, when you've just woken up and your hair is all over the place."

[tragic_mask]

"Oh, that wouldn't be very nice at all." She shakes a finger at him.

[mechanicalswans]

"Easily fixed, if you wake up before I do again," he says. "You could take pictures of me when I'm sleeping, and threaten me with blackmail."

[tragic_mask]

"Hmmm. No, I don't think they'd make compelling blackmail pictures, really."

[mechanicalswans]

"It might be if you got my tattoo in the picture," he murmurs, as though it's some sort of secret he's trying to hide.

[tragic_mask]

She raises a brow.

"I didn't know tattoos added so much to the value of the picture."

[mechanicalswans]

"It depends on your intended target," he says. "When one's family is old-fashioned... Uncle Max has one, but then he was a sailor. It's acceptable for him. Clearly I am becoming degenerate since moving to the city."

[tragic_mask]

"Clearly," she says, shaking her head woefully.

[mechanicalswans]

"Which one of us is the bad influence again? Or who's the bad influence today, at least. I think I'm feeling nefarious."

[tragic_mask]

"Hmmm. Could be you," she says with a smile. "I'm feeling quite angelic, myself."