"If you agitate that too much, the molecules will drift and it will grow legs," says a girl who's halfway through eating an entire deep-fried lobster. No scooping out the meat - just crunch, crunch, as if the shell is no bother at all.
Her voice is so very dry it's hard to tell if it's meant to be a joke on him or not.
He glances over, eyebrows raised as if he half believes her. "That might be somethin' a an improvement, all thin's considered." The offending lump of substance is carefully put back on his plate and-
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Shellfish~
Have a seatroll staring rather intently at the remaining half of that deep-fried lobster. How he didn't smell it sooner is beyond him, but now that he's aware of it, he is also intensely jealous. "Where'd you get that?"
It does smell a little... odd, close-up. Not quite right. It's hard to figure out just why, but something definitely doesn't add it.
"Someone had a dream about it. I think the dolphin." She tears off a claw and offers it to him. "It ran into a different one along the way, so it didn't come out right."
Despite all the rather pleasant flaky-crunchy texture, it tastes very distinctly of fresh blueberries.
He eagerly takes a bite, although he's not quite sure what she means by dreams and running into different ones. As far as he's concerned, it's inconsequential. It is lobster and it doesn't bounce and that makes... it... the fuck?! "BLUH!" He stares at the claw as though it has personally betrayed him. In a way, it has. "Th' fuck is this shit?"
He's not alone, as it shortly becomes obvious when a woman breaks the surface, letting out a long huff of stale breath. She treads water easily, though there's a certain overeager quality to her movement, as if she needs more effort just to stay afloat than she should.
She hooks her arm around a ladder, halfway pulling herself up. Though she's wearing just a one-piece swimsuit of some shimmery, lustrous material, there's a strange weapon at her side, a huge technicolor handgun seemingly adhered right to the suit and unharmed by the water.
"Hi!" she says brightly, offering a wave to Eridan. She's really quite pretty, and has a rather pleasant figure, heaving as her chest is to replenish her oxygen supply.
That startles him enough to make him stumble backwards, instinctively pulling his rifle from his Sylladex until conscious thought catches up to him and he realises, oh, right, friendly person. Not a water monster considering having a snack. Which only makes him lower the weapon, not put it away entirely, because if trolls had middle names 'Paranoia' would be one of many contenders for his. "Uh."
He pauses a moment to kind of just... stare... because never mind that outfit or any of her obvious feminine charms (well, the ones that are close enough to troll ones that he would notice them). He's never seen a landdweller swim before, which leads to the obvious conclusion of... "I didn't know they had seadwellin' humans too."
Tess laughs, bright and cheerful, and she pulls herself from the water, balancing on the edge of the deck-plating to look almost as though she's going to fall backwards in again.
"I was just goin' fer a swim," she says, hands on her hips. She's not very imposing, not in bare feet with her hair still dripping wet, but there's a certain self-assured presence about her... one that the distinct Southern Appalachian accent definitely has an effect on, though possibly for good or bad. She does, at least, seem very much friendly.
At least she neither reeks of stale sweat and dirt, nor is telling him he's too young to be out here by himself, so he can deal with that presence and friendly air. With a still slightly confused stare, he shakes his head and puts the Crosshairs away before moving past her to dive neatly into the water. When he surfaces, he's still puzzled. "Where I'm from if you're the kind a being who lives on land you don't swim it's not a thin' you do."
Sah'ot was diving for his supper, a grey streak, secretly enjoying the feel of hunting as his ancestors did. Steno Bredanensis dared to dive deep and since Sah'ot had gene grafts from that species, so did Sah'ot. He came up from his dive with a wiggling bony fish held in his jaws by the tail. He came to the metal edge of the habitat and snapped his head down, smashing it against the lip. Stunned and bleeding, it drifted, awaiting only extraction from its hard shell.
That's when he noticed the newcomer. He had grey skin like Tavros or a Fay'lia. He sprayed Eridan with some inquisitive sonar clicks.
Sah'ot surfaces right as he's about to dive in, and in his slightly panicked attempt to get at his weapon, he ends up failing at anything resembling dignity entirely and falls into the water with a loud splash. The sonar clicks go unnoticed entirely; he's not really equipped to notice them. However, he is going to stay under the surface for a bit, cautiously watching above him to determine his next course of action.
The creature does, in a way, remind Eridan of a lusus, so perhaps this might not end poorly.
Sah'ot bobbed up, snickering at Eridan's ungraceful tomble. It was in a dolphin's nature to laugh at anything even remotely funny, and a proud seatroll bellyflopping was certainly that. He readied a little greeting in Trinary.
*For fellow swimmers/meal can be shared/if the shell can be cracked/like a barrier/to conversation*
Alas, that he can't speak any language he's certain the dolphin could understand underwater, since he's not at all familiar with the translation device or how to change the language it's set to... if that's even possible. So he surfaces, staring curiously at the creature for a moment. "You're willin' to share that with me?"
The idea of real food and not some brick or weird dreamed up combination is almost enough to make him drool, but he has some dignity left.
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Her voice is so very dry it's hard to tell if it's meant to be a joke on him or not.
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Oh.
Shellfish~
Have a seatroll staring rather intently at the remaining half of that deep-fried lobster. How he didn't smell it sooner is beyond him, but now that he's aware of it, he is also intensely jealous. "Where'd you get that?"
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"Someone had a dream about it. I think the dolphin." She tears off a claw and offers it to him. "It ran into a different one along the way, so it didn't come out right."
Despite all the rather pleasant flaky-crunchy texture, it tastes very distinctly of fresh blueberries.
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She hooks her arm around a ladder, halfway pulling herself up. Though she's wearing just a one-piece swimsuit of some shimmery, lustrous material, there's a strange weapon at her side, a huge technicolor handgun seemingly adhered right to the suit and unharmed by the water.
"Hi!" she says brightly, offering a wave to Eridan. She's really quite pretty, and has a rather pleasant figure, heaving as her chest is to replenish her oxygen supply.
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He pauses a moment to kind of just... stare... because never mind that outfit or any of her obvious feminine charms (well, the ones that are close enough to troll ones that he would notice them). He's never seen a landdweller swim before, which leads to the obvious conclusion of... "I didn't know they had seadwellin' humans too."
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"I was just goin' fer a swim," she says, hands on her hips. She's not very imposing, not in bare feet with her hair still dripping wet, but there's a certain self-assured presence about her... one that the distinct Southern Appalachian accent definitely has an effect on, though possibly for good or bad. She does, at least, seem very much friendly.
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That's when he noticed the newcomer. He had grey skin like Tavros or a Fay'lia. He sprayed Eridan with some inquisitive sonar clicks.
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The creature does, in a way, remind Eridan of a lusus, so perhaps this might not end poorly.
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*For fellow swimmers/meal can be shared/if the shell can be cracked/like a barrier/to conversation*
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The idea of real food and not some brick or weird dreamed up combination is almost enough to make him drool, but he has some dignity left.
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