lydiascreams | [013. Part of Your World.]

[013. Part of Your World.]

[First day -- Spam -- Stiles]

[She has no idea what is happening. Lydia was swimming back home when all of the sudden, she found herself on something hard, like the bottom of the ocean. In a-- place. A place that seems to be above the ocean. And father is going to kill her. But she didn't mean to go anywhere! Not this time?

Lydia is freaking out, her eyes are wide and she can't move properly. She smashes her tail against the ground, shifting toward an entrance of some sort. Has she been-- fished? Is she in a boat? Could her dad have been right about humans? But she's not hurt! They wouldn't fish her up and not hurt her if the King had been right, right?

...But. She should hide. Just in case.]

[Second day -- Video -- Public]

[With a very bored expression on her face, Sea Princess Lydia appears in the bathtub in her room. There's a slight pout on her lips as she holds the comm sideways instead of the right way up.]

I can't swim in here. It's too small.

[ooc: everyone is welcome to chat but Jerry, the big bad wolf will be the one coming in to 'help' her to the pool! If your character would come in, too, they can simply find her already gone!]

[Later Second day/Third Day -- Pool Spam -- Open]

[She has a pool! Lydia is happily swimming around the pool and doesn't plan on going anywhere. She's excited to hear more about the humans and everything they have around here that she's never seen, but she's missed swimming.

Most of the time, she can be found lounging by the edge, looking for other humans to chat with, see if she sees Stiles coming back to see her, and more importantly, see what kind of different things they are carrying!

Sometimes though, she dives in deep and disappears for long periods of time. So someone who hasn't seen her on the network, might be surprised to find a mermaid around.]

[ooc: ref post link]

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[Stiles has been on the ship long enough to know that anytime he's awakened by the boat rocking violently from side to side? It's not good. It always signals the start of a flood, and sure enough he hears the Admiral's voice a few seconds later about the ship having taken on water. Great.

He sits up quickly and looks himself over but doesn't see anything out of the norm. He runs through his checklist of facts: his name, birth date, list of family and friends' names. His room appears to be totally normal but he hesitates before making his way over to the door. He's wearing a red t-shirt and a pair of jogging pants as he unlocks and unalarms the door and peers out. No pillows and blankets. That's good at least. He closes it again and makes his way over to his communicator, yawning and rubbing his eyes as he checks the network but doesn't see any posts about anything unusual happening.

Okay. Maybe this won't be so bad, he thinks, resisting the urge to crawl back into bed and sleep only because he needs to check on his friends and make sure they're all okay. He tucks the communicator into the pocket of his pants and heads for the door again, resetting the alarm and locking it behind him. He makes his way up the stairs, stopping at the fifth floor so he can check on Lydia and he stops dead in his tracks when he sees her in the hallway. On the floor.

...and she has a tail. He gapes, staring at her in disbelief.]

...Lydia?

[She is on her side, trying to move still and it's hard because whatever this thing on the ground is, it isn't soft like sand. It feels warm against her scales like she imagines fire would. And it hurts.

But when she hears her name, she stills and winces. Maybe someone found her. The voice isn't familiar and she turns expecting to find someone crab-sized on the floor. But instead... she finds human feet. And legs!

Lydia looks up slowly, her eyes widening as she does, mouth hanging open as her eyes finally fall on his face.

And then she sits up instantly, face feeling warm, hands instantly going to her hair, to pull it in place instead of all over her face. And it feels-- different, dry? But anyway.]

...Yes? Hm. Hi.

[She smiles up at him. Because he's a human boy. A cute human boy. And he knows her name. Speaking of...]

How do you know my name?

[Not only is his favorite strawberry blonde now a literal mermaid, she also has no idea who he is. Awesome. He rakes a hand through his hair, mind already jumping to the possibilities that all of his friends have turned into other people and won't know him. Even better. It's going to be a great few days, he can tell already.

Although the way she rushes to pull her hair out of her face, and the sweet smile she gives him is enough to chip away at most of the current bitterness and annoyance he's feeling. He hesitates and then crouches down a few feet from her, mostly so they're at eye level and she's not intimidated by him towering over her when she can't stand.]

I must just be a really good guesser. [He smiles a little.] I'm Stiles.

[She's not intimidated at all. She bends her tail and sets her hands over where her knees would be if she were human, all the while smiling up at him.]

Hi, Stiles. You really are a really good guesser!

[She's very impressed with him. And so very excited that he seems to want to talk to her.]

I told father humans were nice. He doesn't believe me. He thinks you would hurt me because you'd be afraid of me.

[He can't help but smile a little more at her words. Okay maybe this won't be a disaster. Except she apparently thinks she's the actual Little Mermaid. He shifts closer to her just a little and shakes his head.]

I wouldn't hurt you. [His voice is soft.] Not ever. [Unless he's possessed. He shoves the thought away quickly.] But some people might.

[She grins brightly when he smiles at her, and tells her he wouldn't hurt her. Then nods because she believes him completely. He looks so nice.

But then her grin falters and she starts to pout instead.]

Why would they? I'm not going to hurt anyone.

[Well there's nothing quite like making the Little Mermaid upset. He rubs a hand over his cheek.]

I know. But not everybody's nice like you. [His voice drops.] But don't worry. I'm gonna -- [He looks around, wondering what, exactly, he is going to do.] -- make sure no one hurts you.

[She takes a deep breath and nods quickly, looking up at him expectantly.]

Okay. [And then she smiles hesitantly, and waits.]

[For a second he just looks at her and then he blinks. Right. He should probably get her somewhere where there's water. His eyes dart to her bedroom door, only a few feet away.]

Okay. [He hesitates, then reaches out, carefully scooping her up into his arms and rising to his feet. He hopes like hell the others haven't been affected by this flood because if they've all turned into mermaids, that's...going to be a lot to deal with. Then again it might be worth it to see Isaac and Scott as mermen. The mental image is hilarious.]

Edited 2014-09-07 21:08 (UTC)

[She smiles at him again when he comes closer. And then her heart is suddenly beating faster against her chest. She glances down when he lifts her then, hesitantly wraps her arms around his neck, her face getting warm again. She's never been this close to a human before. And now he is touching her.

Father would kill her. But-- she doesn't care. She knows she's safe with him.]

Where are we going?

[She is safe with him. At least from him.]

Well, you probably...need water, right? Like, to be in water? Because you're a mermaid and mermaids need water.

I've never been in the surface before. I think so?

[She smiles brightly, watching him closely as he carries her. She's not really overly interested in water right now.]

Will you tell me everything about being human? I've always wanted to meet one before.

[Bathtub it is. He carries her into her own room, even if he's pretty sure she's not going to recognize it, and carefully sets her in the large tub. He hesitates.]

I can try, sure. Um, what kind of water temperature do you prefer? Cold, warm, hot...? [Jesus he is so unprepared for mermaids.]

[When they enter the room, she starts looking around, eyes wide as she tries to take everything in.]

Is this where you live? It's so pretty!

[She focuses on him again, face bright with excitement.]

Cold, it doesn't get warm unless I'm up close to the surface. Have you been swimming?

[It's hard not to smile at the look on her face, and he shakes his head a little as he turns on the faucet, wincing at how cold it is. He's not a fan of the cold.]

No, this isn't -- this isn't mine. It belongs to a friend of mine. [He kneels down so he's sitting beside the tub.]

Yeah, I've been swimming. Swimming is good. I like swimming.

[When he opens the faucet, Lydia leans forward, placing her hands under the water and looking at it for a moment.]

Everything is so different here. The water smells different.

[She turns her attention on him and takes a deep breath.]

I can take you swimming sometime, if you'd like. Father can't see you, but I can show you other things outside the Kingdom.

Yeah the water here -- there's no salt in it like there is in the ocean.

[He smiles at the offer, nodding.]

Like what?

Like a lake. [Something she understands! Water. She smiles proudly over at him and nods.]

We have a lot of ships I go exploring sometimes. And I have all of the things I found that humans dropped down. I have been collecting them.

Yeah, exactly.

[Stiles settles more comfortably on the floor, resting his hands on the edge of the bathtub.]

I bet that's quite a collection.

[Lydia turns toward him, resting her elbows on the edge of the bathtub as she places her chin above her hands, a soft smile on her lips.]

It is, I have a cave full of it. [She says quietly, eyes on him. The look on his face enough to make her heart beat faster.]

I like your eyes.

That's really cool. What stuff have you found that's your favorite?

[He smiles softly at her, knowing that he should go and check on the others. On Scott and Allison and Erica and even Isaac, and also Bucky and Steve and Dean and Needy and Anya. But he doesn't want to leave her side yet.

The compliment is unexpected and he grins and looks down, cheeks flushing with color.]

Thank you. [He looks back up at her, chest tightening.]

You're welcome. [She grins brightly, enjoying the look on his face as she watched him silently for a long moment.]

I have a lot of things I don't know what you call. I have-- [She pulls away from him and toward the other end of the bathtub, reaching out and picking up a comb.]

One that is kinda like this but it shines. And it's smaller. And a thing that holds it up like this. [She holds it up on the palm of her hand, watching with a frown as it just falls down.]

[He looks from her to the comb and nods.]

Well, that one's called a comb. You use it to straighten your hair. [He motions with one hand toward his head, then glances around, reaching out and snatching a brush off the sink counter. He holds it up.]

And this one's a brush. It's for the same thing. [He holds it out to her.]

Oh. I was using it right! [Lydia grins and combs her hair gently but a little awkwardly, pulling it over her shoulder as she does. Then trying the brush.]

Do you use it a lot? What do you usually do here?

[He smiles faintly as he watches her.]

Not a lot but at least once a day. [He draws in a breath, considering what he should tell her under the circumstances.]

There's not a lot to do while we're on the ship, really. Just...hang out with friends, play games. That kind of stuff.

First Day Spam -- Closed

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