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Who: Harriet Cohen & Samantha Sweeney
When: Thursday, May 25 around 5pm
Where: The Lake
What: While getting their boating on, they hear three loud knocks on the bottom of their boat. Sam thinks it must be Goosey, but Harriet swears it isn’t...
Warnings: language
Boating was one of Samantha’s favorite clubs. The weather was nice, the sun was out, and she was definitely in a bikini. Sure they were boating but she wasn’t wearing a wetsuit to row out a bota and hang out in the middle of the lake, underneath the sun and enjoy the wonderful feeling of May. They were so close to the end of the semester, she could taste it. She was ready for it to be over, for a fresh start next year at keeping her grades better than they were now, not have to work as hard as she had been just to catch up and pass. She was ready to take it all on and really put effort into it.
Not that she’d admit that to anyone. No, she’d definitely keep playing off like she didn’t care. Like now, lounging in the boat and not even attempting to row anymore. They weren’t really required to at this point, they’d just been paired for the club to take a boat out. What they did after that was totally up to them, and nothing was quite as relaxing like sunbathing in a boat on the lake away from everyone at school. Everyone except Harriet, of course. She liked Harriet. They both had the live-in-the-moment type of attitude. It was easy to relax out here with her. At least, Sam thought so.
As she lounged and soaked up as many rays of sun as she possibly could, a loud thump, thump, thump sounded beneath their boat. Sam gasped and sat up straight, nearly falling out. The boat rocked from her movement and she looked at Harriet, a little nervous. “Did you hear that?” She asked, biting her lip. She had no reason to be so spooked, it was likely Goosey, but with everything going on… Samantha could feel the nerves rise up in her easily.
“Probably just Goosey, right?”
---
Harriet liked boating club for precisely the same reasons. Freedom, (sometimes) sunshine, and usually someone else to do most of the work. For someone who'd been in this Club for nearly three years, she knew an embarrassing little about boats. Or what would be embarrassing, if she wasn't Harriet.
Today, she had sunglasses perched on the top of her head, her hair in a colorful scarf, and a bikini the color of parrots. It was really easy to close one's eyes and pretend to be on vacation, especially once one put headphones on (even the occasional glitches and odd static breaks were passable). Thusly -- whatever thump thumps Samantha heard certainly didn't register to Harriet as anything but bass bump bumps. She wasn't even sure Sam had said anything to her, but opened her eyes sleepily just to be sure.
"What?" A lazy wave of the hand. "Nah."
Still, Harry slipped her headphones off. "I mean, what?"
---
Normally, the headphones thing didn't bother Sam. She loved talking, sure, but she wasn't someone who was going to throw a fit over being ignored. Boating was like her meditation time, she just sat back, enjoyed the scenery and relaxed. It was quiet out here, even with the music blaring straight through Harriet's headphones. It was ambiance, nice and quiet with a side of still audible but quiet music to listen to. She didn't even dislike the type of music Harriet had on.
But how had she not heard that thumping at all??? It was so loud, Sam thought something was about to break through the bottom of the dang boat and here Harriet was like nah, fam, nah. Jaw agape, Samantha sat up frustrated and looked over the edge. She swore she saw something down there, and those thumps were definitely real. "It was Goosey. You didn't hear something about to crash through the bottom of our boat?"
Samantha looked over the edge again, checking the murky water for signs of Goosey. Elusive, but she was sure Goosey had just been there. There was no other explanation.
---
Harry watched Sam's frustration with mild curiosity, even venturing to look briefly over the side of the boat herself.
"There's like, nothing there," she offered.
She set the headphones down on the floor of the boat, as if to promise vigilance. "Maybe it'll happen again? But like -- let's chill. It's so nice out. If it was Goosey, she was probably just like sup."
---
"Okay I know there's nothing there now but what about the knocks?" It honestly sounded like someone banging on a door to get in. Harriet was so chill about this and under most circumstances, Goosey probably would have made it known it was her and Sam would have been fine. With all the shit going on, though, with the forest entities and the Grotto and getting lost in the woods and finding weird stuff like skulls on campus? She was getting more and more nervous.
"If it happens again though you are rowing as fast as you possibly can back to shore." She would help, of course, but she wanted to make sure her boating partner here got how badly she wanted to be ashore if something happened and it wasn't Goosey who did it.
"You seriously didn't hear that?" She asked again, sitting up and peering once more over the edge. It had to have been Goosey, but she saw nothing. The water wasn't even stirring.
---
"Just music. Seriously."
Harriet was developing some mild concern, but less on the level of oh no monsters and ghosts and more oh dear, perhaps it will rain or the sun is too bright for my delicate eyes. She took a moment to adjust her scarf, looking at Sam with furrowed brow, and then settled back into the side of the boat to relax.
"Girl, look at these spaghetti arms." She laughs a little, casual. "Shhhh. Like -- wouldn't something have happened by now?"
Maybe?
Harry has not, admittedly, been the most attentive re: weird shit in the woods.
---
Baffled, Samantha sat back in the boat. The music had been loud, sure, but the knocks against the bottom of their boat had definitely been louder, hadn’t it? To her, it had sounded like something trying to break the damn boat and Harriet hadn’t noticed a thing. Maybe she was losing it from all the stress, between trying to bring her grades up to passing levels so she could stay at Gooseberry, and worrying it would close and her efforts would be wasted because wood monsters or whatever, she was developing some kind of acute stress reaction.
Maybe Harriet was right, it had been nothing at all. Still, Samantha couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling she had. “You’re stronger than you look?” She suggested, brow raised.
No, probably not. She laughed, because both of them had spaghetti-like arms and rowing this boat had not been the easiest thing. Fortunately there wasn’t a lot of surface tension on the lake and the energy they had to use to get to the middle was within their limits. “Besides, adrenaline. I mean mommas can lift cars of their babies. If we were rowing for our lives we could probably pull off some superman like shit.”
Checking the water once more, Sam nodded. “I guess you’re right.” Something would have happened already. It was definitely Goosey playing a trick - even if Harriet hadn’t heard it.
---
"Oh my god, or maybe like whatever it is would watch us trying and feel sorry? Like... oh dear," says Harry, putting on an old lady-ish voice. "You little babies."
She lets her head loll back.
"Anyway, it's tooo nice out for that creepy shit."
---
Samantha let out a loud laugh at the whole feeling sorry for them thing. “I don’t think any monsters here have that kind of affection for us, even if we were pathetically trying to row back with our lack of combined might.” The thought was definitely funny though, as was the picture of them in her head with some weird monster just feeling sorry for them.
“I know. It was like snowing the other day and now it’s nice, I just want to soak it up and enjoy it.”
Feeling persuaded enough to relax, Sam goes back to leaning back in the boat and soaking up the rays.
When: Thursday, May 25 around 5pm
Where: The Lake
What: While getting their boating on, they hear three loud knocks on the bottom of their boat. Sam thinks it must be Goosey, but Harriet swears it isn’t...
Warnings: language
Boating was one of Samantha’s favorite clubs. The weather was nice, the sun was out, and she was definitely in a bikini. Sure they were boating but she wasn’t wearing a wetsuit to row out a bota and hang out in the middle of the lake, underneath the sun and enjoy the wonderful feeling of May. They were so close to the end of the semester, she could taste it. She was ready for it to be over, for a fresh start next year at keeping her grades better than they were now, not have to work as hard as she had been just to catch up and pass. She was ready to take it all on and really put effort into it.
Not that she’d admit that to anyone. No, she’d definitely keep playing off like she didn’t care. Like now, lounging in the boat and not even attempting to row anymore. They weren’t really required to at this point, they’d just been paired for the club to take a boat out. What they did after that was totally up to them, and nothing was quite as relaxing like sunbathing in a boat on the lake away from everyone at school. Everyone except Harriet, of course. She liked Harriet. They both had the live-in-the-moment type of attitude. It was easy to relax out here with her. At least, Sam thought so.
As she lounged and soaked up as many rays of sun as she possibly could, a loud thump, thump, thump sounded beneath their boat. Sam gasped and sat up straight, nearly falling out. The boat rocked from her movement and she looked at Harriet, a little nervous. “Did you hear that?” She asked, biting her lip. She had no reason to be so spooked, it was likely Goosey, but with everything going on… Samantha could feel the nerves rise up in her easily.
“Probably just Goosey, right?”
---
Harriet liked boating club for precisely the same reasons. Freedom, (sometimes) sunshine, and usually someone else to do most of the work. For someone who'd been in this Club for nearly three years, she knew an embarrassing little about boats. Or what would be embarrassing, if she wasn't Harriet.
Today, she had sunglasses perched on the top of her head, her hair in a colorful scarf, and a bikini the color of parrots. It was really easy to close one's eyes and pretend to be on vacation, especially once one put headphones on (even the occasional glitches and odd static breaks were passable). Thusly -- whatever thump thumps Samantha heard certainly didn't register to Harriet as anything but bass bump bumps. She wasn't even sure Sam had said anything to her, but opened her eyes sleepily just to be sure.
"What?" A lazy wave of the hand. "Nah."
Still, Harry slipped her headphones off. "I mean, what?"
---
Normally, the headphones thing didn't bother Sam. She loved talking, sure, but she wasn't someone who was going to throw a fit over being ignored. Boating was like her meditation time, she just sat back, enjoyed the scenery and relaxed. It was quiet out here, even with the music blaring straight through Harriet's headphones. It was ambiance, nice and quiet with a side of still audible but quiet music to listen to. She didn't even dislike the type of music Harriet had on.
But how had she not heard that thumping at all??? It was so loud, Sam thought something was about to break through the bottom of the dang boat and here Harriet was like nah, fam, nah. Jaw agape, Samantha sat up frustrated and looked over the edge. She swore she saw something down there, and those thumps were definitely real. "It was Goosey. You didn't hear something about to crash through the bottom of our boat?"
Samantha looked over the edge again, checking the murky water for signs of Goosey. Elusive, but she was sure Goosey had just been there. There was no other explanation.
---
Harry watched Sam's frustration with mild curiosity, even venturing to look briefly over the side of the boat herself.
"There's like, nothing there," she offered.
She set the headphones down on the floor of the boat, as if to promise vigilance. "Maybe it'll happen again? But like -- let's chill. It's so nice out. If it was Goosey, she was probably just like sup."
---
"Okay I know there's nothing there now but what about the knocks?" It honestly sounded like someone banging on a door to get in. Harriet was so chill about this and under most circumstances, Goosey probably would have made it known it was her and Sam would have been fine. With all the shit going on, though, with the forest entities and the Grotto and getting lost in the woods and finding weird stuff like skulls on campus? She was getting more and more nervous.
"If it happens again though you are rowing as fast as you possibly can back to shore." She would help, of course, but she wanted to make sure her boating partner here got how badly she wanted to be ashore if something happened and it wasn't Goosey who did it.
"You seriously didn't hear that?" She asked again, sitting up and peering once more over the edge. It had to have been Goosey, but she saw nothing. The water wasn't even stirring.
---
"Just music. Seriously."
Harriet was developing some mild concern, but less on the level of oh no monsters and ghosts and more oh dear, perhaps it will rain or the sun is too bright for my delicate eyes. She took a moment to adjust her scarf, looking at Sam with furrowed brow, and then settled back into the side of the boat to relax.
"Girl, look at these spaghetti arms." She laughs a little, casual. "Shhhh. Like -- wouldn't something have happened by now?"
Maybe?
Harry has not, admittedly, been the most attentive re: weird shit in the woods.
---
Baffled, Samantha sat back in the boat. The music had been loud, sure, but the knocks against the bottom of their boat had definitely been louder, hadn’t it? To her, it had sounded like something trying to break the damn boat and Harriet hadn’t noticed a thing. Maybe she was losing it from all the stress, between trying to bring her grades up to passing levels so she could stay at Gooseberry, and worrying it would close and her efforts would be wasted because wood monsters or whatever, she was developing some kind of acute stress reaction.
Maybe Harriet was right, it had been nothing at all. Still, Samantha couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling she had. “You’re stronger than you look?” She suggested, brow raised.
No, probably not. She laughed, because both of them had spaghetti-like arms and rowing this boat had not been the easiest thing. Fortunately there wasn’t a lot of surface tension on the lake and the energy they had to use to get to the middle was within their limits. “Besides, adrenaline. I mean mommas can lift cars of their babies. If we were rowing for our lives we could probably pull off some superman like shit.”
Checking the water once more, Sam nodded. “I guess you’re right.” Something would have happened already. It was definitely Goosey playing a trick - even if Harriet hadn’t heard it.
---
"Oh my god, or maybe like whatever it is would watch us trying and feel sorry? Like... oh dear," says Harry, putting on an old lady-ish voice. "You little babies."
She lets her head loll back.
"Anyway, it's tooo nice out for that creepy shit."
---
Samantha let out a loud laugh at the whole feeling sorry for them thing. “I don’t think any monsters here have that kind of affection for us, even if we were pathetically trying to row back with our lack of combined might.” The thought was definitely funny though, as was the picture of them in her head with some weird monster just feeling sorry for them.
“I know. It was like snowing the other day and now it’s nice, I just want to soak it up and enjoy it.”
Feeling persuaded enough to relax, Sam goes back to leaning back in the boat and soaking up the rays.