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.]

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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.

[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.

[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?

[This prince in particular is on a quest now, and normally there would be no stopping him. But unfortunately his quarry is one that moves around, and he's having a bit of a chore tracking her down.

The gleaming sword that Koschei gifted him with can lead him in the right direction but little more than that. So he ends up wandering into the pool area, holding it out in front of him as he glances around, wary.

There's no sign of Baba Yaga's hut, nor anyone else for that matter. He has no way of knowing about mermaids that stay hidden in deep water out of sight. Sheathing the sword Prince Theodore sighs, and goes to sit down by the water's edge, intending to catch his breath.]

What I wouldn't give for another piece of help right about now, but oh well. Some things it seems aren't meant to be anything but the hard way.

[Scott has been exploring, fighting (and running from) great monsters, protecting those that need protection, etc, etc, but mostly he's just been making friends. Prince Scott is really, really good at that, sometimes to his detriment.

When he finds the pool - and that would be a discovery all its own, even without its occupant - a grin lights up Scott's face. He's certainly heard tales of merfolk, that they will sweetly drown you given the chance - but that doesn't stop him from approaching the pool's edge.]

Why, hello!

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