[It is, as so many others, an underwater post overlooking an unusual panorama of the city. And, like so many others, it starts with the entertained face of its owner who rapidly backs off, revealing a transformation. In Sonja's case it's a set of long
tentacles, two of them a good three feet longer than the others and very like a squid. For clothing she has only a very tight, uncomfortably see-through white tank top with a black bra underneath. She's clearly thrilled about her transformation, and is moving fluidly with them as if gaining ten new limbs is nothing at all.]
And here I am, caught without a Japanese schoolgirl in sight. It's a damn tragedy. [These are the tentacles she's been waiting for her whole life.
Sonja turns to the camera and with a deft motion of her wrist spins into existence what appears to be a fan made of ice in the water. She hides her face behind the fan and flutters it almost demurely.]
Is anyone else feeling- [Her hand flushes pinkish and the fan goes up in a burst of obviously boiling water, like a sudden deep-sea heat vent from her palm and she backflips in the water with tentacles swirling around her.] -transformed by this? And I don't mean just flesh and bone and ever-changing respiratory systems, kids.
[Reaching out to grasp the floating PCD with one of her two long tentacles, and tapping her chin thoughtfully with the other while she crosses her arms.] On a related note, I need to track down a lighter for the week.