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[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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[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.

What kind of games? Do you have a lot of friends here?

[She smiles as she speaks, and reaches over, brushing his hair gently then nodding to herself.]

It looks nice.

Edited 2014-09-09 16:36 (UTC)

Well one of them is called lacrosse. It's sorta...you try to fling a ball into a net with a lacrosse stick. But other people guard the net and try to stop you. Which sounds kind of dumb until you see it and then it's actually cool?

[He holds his breath when she brushes his hair and a lopsided grin tugs at his mouth.]

Thanks. Yours looks really nice too.

[Her whole face brightens at the compliment, then Lydia looks away, smiling shyly.]

Thank you.

[She looks at him again as she brushes her hair behind her ear and glances at him sideways.]

Can I watch you play sometime? I don't think I could play without legs, could I?

[His smile widens when she smiles shyly and looks away and he shakes his head, dropping his gaze. It lands on a scar on her side and his chest tightens. The bite from Peter.]

Yeah, of course, if you want to. It's -- yeah. You'd need legs for that.

Edited 2014-09-09 19:51 (UTC)

I probably wouldn't be very good at it, anyway.

[Her smile falters when she sees him looking down. She glances at her scar and places a hand over it -- not really to cover it, just brush her fingers over it -- then she turns to look at him again.]

I-- hm, came too close to a shark.

[He reaches out hesitantly, his fingers resting over hers, his stomach twisting painfully at her words.]

But you survived.

Yeah. It wasn't that--

[When he reaches out to touch her, she stills, holding her breath. She pulls her hand back a little then touches his fingers, looking down at them as she does, face flushed.]

I was getting away, he grabbed me. That's why the scars are so long.