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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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[ The communicator held very little interest for Jerry. It was maddening enough to be stuck in such a human form, which he'd attempted to clothe as close to comfort as he could. But wearing the skins of what he should appear as provided little comfort.

He'd been resting after the previous night's adventures. Curled up on the exposed dirt in his cabin, when he heard the girl's voice from the abandoned device. One eye peeled open, before he moved over to it. Sniffing at it. He knew that face. He knew where she could be found. His stomach growled.

Alternating between twos and fours and ran to the room. Slowing to a stalking gait as he approached the door. A familiar door. Crouching, he dragged wicked, dark claws down it's surface. His voice even rougher and rhaspier than it had once been. ]

Little girl, little girl. Let me in.

[When Allison first awoke in this metal prison rather than beneath the gentle branches of her Beacon Forest and the soft, gray rays of first dawn, she was irate. Truth be told, she still is. She has little to no explanation she can wrap her mind around for what's going on, and her men, her pack, has been taken from her.

The agony of that loss fuels her fury, and her desire to see blood shed in their names.

She has taken to stalking the decks, line by line, and investigating each room she can in hopes of finding someone. Gentle Little John, the Friar, Will...her wolves, her family, the only true kin she's ever known...

When she finds the pool, she has no time to wonder at it: there is a girl seated on the edge, and she is clearly a mermaid. Allison has heard stories, legends of these creatures by the sea, but truth be told she is no friend of the water outside of the rivers and lakes of her wood.

Keeping to the shadows, she draws down her lincoln green hood and raises her bow, notching an arrow and taking careful aim...for the stories she has heard are two-sided: tales of friendly merfolk, leading wayward ships to shore by swimming ahead so the sun may glance off the golden scales of their tails...and songbirds that lead ships to their doom, luring sailors off course until they crash on unseen and dangerously rocky shores.

She does not know if this creature will bear her ill will or not, and so caution is needed.]

How do you favor the race of Men? Speak honestly, and your life is yours to keep.

[Lydia doesn't know where the sound is coming from at first. She looks down at the small screen she's holding and carefully sets it on the side of the bathtub. There's definitely no one in it at the moment. But she sound means there is still someone out there! Someone else she can talk to. Another human.

And she wants to learn as much about humans as she can. She doesn't know how long she will be allowed to be in a ship after all. And with Stiles taking care of her, she does want to stay, but she misses being able to go places and explore.

But she needs to find this human first! And maybe he is coming from the way Stiles left?]

Hello? I'm in here! [Her voice is bright as she calls out from the bathroom, water splashing on the floor as she turns in the bathtub.]

[The tip of her tail is splashing against the water gently as she sits on the edge of the pool. She's looking for someone to chat with, another delightful human to tell her stories about their worlds and their lives under the sun.

She's also waiting for her Prince to come back, he has been wonderful taking care of her, bringing her food and keeping her company. She just wishes they were out by the sea so she could show him everything she's found, share all of her adventures with him.

That's what Lydia is thinking about, a smile on her lips as she runs her fingers through her hair. She doesn't see or hear anyone approaching at all. So when someone speaks to her, she turns to face them with the same smile on her lips.

And then she sees her pointing something she's never seen at her. And she sounds serious.

... But Lydia has no idea what she just said.]

I-I... What?

[ Shoulders and head rolled in frustration. That wouldn't work. Claws dug against the floor as he sniffed at the door. He couldn't still get in. Even if he could open it. It was something he could feel on a level that he didn't quite grasp.

A tongue ran over over his lips as he heard the splashing inside. A clawed hand resting on his bare stomach. ]

I can't help if you don't say "come in."

[On the second day, Chris saunters over to the pool side where Lydia is swimming.

'Saunter' is right. He practically swaggers his way over, with a mean little smirk on his face. Immediately he begins the cliched but required dialogue when it's time to bully someone]

Well, well. If it isn't the little mermaid.

Looking a little pruny there, princess.

Oh, is that a game?

[Lydia doesn't know human habits, she's learning them slowly, and she does want to learn as much as she can.]

Come in!

I have a name.

[She's been swimming. She misses the fishes. It's awfully quiet without them. But it's still better than the very small lake she was in before. Humans have strange lakes.

While she does hear the mocking in his voice, Lydia is too curious not to ask]

What's pruny?

[ A wolfish grin spread over his his face as she said it. The invisible barrier that kept him out was gone. He reached up and opened the door. He crept inside. Not quite on all fours, but keeping low to the ground.

He expected a girl. A full girl. But instead, he found...a mermaid. He crept closer. Sniffing at the air in her direction. Oh, she smelled delectable. But could he eat her? ]

What have we here? You are neither girl nor fish. But you are both.

[ He wanted to run and chase. It was no fun if they didn't run. ]

Edited 2014-09-07 07:29 (UTC)

I'm just gonna stick with princess for now.

Pruny. It's when your skin gets wet and veiny and disgusting. Sort of like yours now.

[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?

Disgusting?

[Pout.]

That's not a very nice thing to say. And my skin isn't veiny. It's just wet!

...Hello?

[He's a very strange looking human. But Stiles told her there are others that aren't human. He does look like one, but she's never seen one so-- hairy?

Still, she smiles, even if hesitantly.]

I'm a mermaid. What are you?

[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?

[ He just smiled. All wicked pointed teeth. He crept closer to the tub, sniffing at her. Considering her question. He opted to not only NOT answer the question, but to lay out a blatant lie. ]

I'm here to help you, little girl.

[Sneer!]

But you're so ugly. Who'd want to come and spend time with you? Ugly, pruney little mermaid.

[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.

[The smile reminds Lydia of a shark and she shifts in the bathtub, a little uncomfortable.]

You know a place where I can swim?

[Gasp!

She lifts her hand and looks at it, then at her arm and shakes her head.]

Why are you being mean? Stiles wants to spend time with me! [Even if he's not... there right now?]

You know what I think?

[Chris crouches down by the side of the pool, grinning]

I think Stiles is just humoring you. Lying to you because he thinks it's funny. Who could ever love half a fish?

[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.

No. Stiles wouldn't do that. He's really nice and he is protecting me! He loves me.

[Listen, she's known him for a full day, okay? She knows these things.]

He will ask you to leave when he finds out you're spreading lies about him.

[Chris grins, spreading his arms wide]

I don't see him around here.

Do you think he's off playing with the other mermaids? The ones that don't bore the crap out of him?

You're not special to him.

[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.

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