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fathomingIf you need shelter, head for the lake. The security systems are thin there. I can protect you.
fathoming
fathoming[A sleepy looking Naija appears in the lake and yawns, showing bright teeth with prominent canines]
Sorry about that, everyone. I think I went into hibernation for a bit there. I'll have to do something about that...
Anyway, I'm out of it now, and so are the fish, so if anyone wants a few, let me know. [She reflexively snags one as it swims by. She continues while holding it as it struggles.]
Did I miss anything important?
Sorry about that, everyone. I think I went into hibernation for a bit there. I'll have to do something about that...
Anyway, I'm out of it now, and so are the fish, so if anyone wants a few, let me know. [She reflexively snags one as it swims by. She continues while holding it as it struggles.]
Did I miss anything important?
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Dec. 7th, 2014 08:25 amfathoming[1: Video]
[Naija is blurry with darkness. The ice on the lake is beautiful, thick and shining to bursting with light that looks like it'll drip into the water at any moment, droplets sinking bright into the depths. But the light is mostly trapped there. Only when she swims up close to it can you really make out her face. She's a little gaunt looking. She sighs.]
Can anyone help me get out of here? The ice has frozen too thick for me to blast through.
[She's humiliated. She's been trying to get through for dayslike a true metroidvania protagonist, missing her classes.]
[2: Action]
[When they finally fish (har har) her out of there, she looks cold and hungry. Which is not all that surprising, given that she's still wearing the glorified bathing suit that is her normal clothes. She clings to her good samaritan, trying to pull as much body heat from them as possible.]
[Naija is blurry with darkness. The ice on the lake is beautiful, thick and shining to bursting with light that looks like it'll drip into the water at any moment, droplets sinking bright into the depths. But the light is mostly trapped there. Only when she swims up close to it can you really make out her face. She's a little gaunt looking. She sighs.]
Can anyone help me get out of here? The ice has frozen too thick for me to blast through.
[She's humiliated. She's been trying to get through for days
[2: Action]
[When they finally fish (har har) her out of there, she looks cold and hungry. Which is not all that surprising, given that she's still wearing the glorified bathing suit that is her normal clothes. She clings to her good samaritan, trying to pull as much body heat from them as possible.]
fathoming[1: Network | Voice]
[There's a few seconds of strange singing, then a voice coming from the other end which sounds a bit distorted, wobbly almost. It seems to belong to a girl with an English accent.]
It worked! Hello, Xavier Institute. My name's Naija and I'm communicating with you on this...[She needs a moment to remember the word for it.]...computer from the depths of Breakstone Lake. It's astonishing what Mister McCoy can do, isn't it? Anyway, I'll be your new swimming and underwater combat instructor. I hope I'll see some of you soon.
[2: Action]
There is what appears at a distance to be a drunk mermaid flopping through the school.
On closer inspection: Her feet are large and webbed but her legs are definitely separate. Her skin is slick and green though and her ears spined and large too. And she's not drunk, just not used to moving around outside the water still. Thus the wobbliness. The flush on her cheeks is a combination embarrassment from being so clumsy right now and the difference in average oxygen intake between water and air.
She'll apologize if she bumps into you.
[3: Action]
Alright, the school pool. Finally, water. She dives in gracefully, swallowed up by it, making almost no splash, as if she were a pebble flung in. But on surfacing on the other side...
"Gah! What is that?"
She rubs at her now red eyes. She has never experienced chlorine before.
[4: Action]
Next to the boathouse, she bobs to the surface, looking up curiously at whoever just arrived. Clearly she's found a home, at least for the moment.
"Hello! Not many people come out here, except when they want to fish."
[There's a few seconds of strange singing, then a voice coming from the other end which sounds a bit distorted, wobbly almost. It seems to belong to a girl with an English accent.]
It worked! Hello, Xavier Institute. My name's Naija and I'm communicating with you on this...[She needs a moment to remember the word for it.]...computer from the depths of Breakstone Lake. It's astonishing what Mister McCoy can do, isn't it? Anyway, I'll be your new swimming and underwater combat instructor. I hope I'll see some of you soon.
[2: Action]
There is what appears at a distance to be a drunk mermaid flopping through the school.
On closer inspection: Her feet are large and webbed but her legs are definitely separate. Her skin is slick and green though and her ears spined and large too. And she's not drunk, just not used to moving around outside the water still. Thus the wobbliness. The flush on her cheeks is a combination embarrassment from being so clumsy right now and the difference in average oxygen intake between water and air.
She'll apologize if she bumps into you.
[3: Action]
Alright, the school pool. Finally, water. She dives in gracefully, swallowed up by it, making almost no splash, as if she were a pebble flung in. But on surfacing on the other side...
"Gah! What is that?"
She rubs at her now red eyes. She has never experienced chlorine before.
[4: Action]
Next to the boathouse, she bobs to the surface, looking up curiously at whoever just arrived. Clearly she's found a home, at least for the moment.
"Hello! Not many people come out here, except when they want to fish."