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Characters: Apollo and Cassandra
Setting/Location: Under the sea, under the sea
Date & Time: Day 16
Warnings: None
Summary: Various and sundry reactions to the whole fish situation from Princess Psycho and The Shiny One.
There was absolutely nothing good about the entire mermaid predicament. Forgetting the lack of dignity, modesty, and explanation, Cassandra was dealing with a special kind of terror. It was the water. Although Troy had been on the eastern shores of the Aegean, there was one particular aspect of seaside life that had never really come Cassandra's way. She had never learned to swim. Why? What possible reason could she have for the art? Well, now she could think of a reason or two, but this was hardly a scenario she could ever have foreseen, even with her visions. How could anyone have known they'd end up in a strange world like this, turned into a mermaid?
At least, she assumed this is what passed for a mermaid here. They had existed in Rowan, although their appearance had been slightly different from how Cassandra found herself now. As she moved through the water, pulling herself along by grabbing onto seaweed, rocks, anything steady, she dragged behind her a bright silver tail, finned with a thin blue membrane that resembled lace or gossamer. The way it moved in the water was actually rather pretty, if not for the fact that Cassandra felt it a burden, a useless limb that she couldn't seem to use as intended. She had tried copying some of the movements she had seen from the actual mermaids, but there was a disconnect somewhere and she couldn't do it.
This whole journey under the water had been a mistake, she reflected as she came to rest near a circle of stones on the bottom. She had known it from the moment Simon spoke of swim garments (she had none and had elected to wear her white blouse which was now a bit see-through). "Damn it," she whispered, feeling her own weight pull her down onto the rocks. There was something else unnerving about being weightless and almost formless. It made her think of death, it made her think of the underworld. But there was no peace here, not even in the stillest of silence. She couldn't find any comfort. There was only unrest.
Setting/Location: Under the sea, under the sea
Date & Time: Day 16
Warnings: None
Summary: Various and sundry reactions to the whole fish situation from Princess Psycho and The Shiny One.
There was absolutely nothing good about the entire mermaid predicament. Forgetting the lack of dignity, modesty, and explanation, Cassandra was dealing with a special kind of terror. It was the water. Although Troy had been on the eastern shores of the Aegean, there was one particular aspect of seaside life that had never really come Cassandra's way. She had never learned to swim. Why? What possible reason could she have for the art? Well, now she could think of a reason or two, but this was hardly a scenario she could ever have foreseen, even with her visions. How could anyone have known they'd end up in a strange world like this, turned into a mermaid?
At least, she assumed this is what passed for a mermaid here. They had existed in Rowan, although their appearance had been slightly different from how Cassandra found herself now. As she moved through the water, pulling herself along by grabbing onto seaweed, rocks, anything steady, she dragged behind her a bright silver tail, finned with a thin blue membrane that resembled lace or gossamer. The way it moved in the water was actually rather pretty, if not for the fact that Cassandra felt it a burden, a useless limb that she couldn't seem to use as intended. She had tried copying some of the movements she had seen from the actual mermaids, but there was a disconnect somewhere and she couldn't do it.
This whole journey under the water had been a mistake, she reflected as she came to rest near a circle of stones on the bottom. She had known it from the moment Simon spoke of swim garments (she had none and had elected to wear her white blouse which was now a bit see-through). "Damn it," she whispered, feeling her own weight pull her down onto the rocks. There was something else unnerving about being weightless and almost formless. It made her think of death, it made her think of the underworld. But there was no peace here, not even in the stillest of silence. She couldn't find any comfort. There was only unrest.