ONE [ Now that they're all submerged underwater (and... somehow surviving), most are likely taking up swimming as their method of getting around. For obvious reasons, right? It's the ocean.
Well, 9S is doing nothing of the sort. Rather than floating around as the sea life does, he's solidly planted on the sandy ocean floor, attempting to walk forward as if he were struggling to make it through molasses. It's not a good time. ]
Po— [ He's cut off with a sudden gag as water rushes into his mouth, unused to the sensation. This... is going to take a while to get used to. ] ... Pod, any luck yet?
[ The Pod in question bobbles overhead, having a considerably easier time making its way around the currents. ] Negative. There appears to be too much interferrence to establish a connection with Pod 042.
[ A groan. This sucks. Can't Astoria send them off to a world that won't make him miserable for once?
Overhead, someone swims by. If it's anyone who's obviously from the Circle, 9S calls out: ]
—Wait, before you go too far...!
[ Mind slowing down for a sec? ]
TWO [ Unsurprisingly, poorly attempting to walk through water is a greatly more taxing experience than on dry land. 9S hardly travels a distance he would have liked, and certainly hasn't made it as far as the others, but he's exhausted enough to call for a short break. Anyone lingering around might find 9S sitting upon a hill of sand—passing-by mermaids from earlier had given him a hard time about sitting upon the coral with claims he was going to ruin them that way—surrounded by the vast array of colors. And up ahead in the distance, at the clearing...
Actually, he isn't sure what's going on; the group of mermaids 9S watches from his spot keep hitting things with sticks, and quickly swimming around a ring, and weirdly don't seem to be bowling each other over out of malice... ]
Well, [ He begins to murmur flatly, giving up on making heads or tails out of it all. ] whatever they're doing must be some sort of weird fish thing the rest of us wouldn't know about.
[ Pod simply floats silently beside him.
(Guess who doesn't know about sports.) ]
WILDCARD [ you know how these roll. pm/deltaserver for plotting, or slap down your own prompt! ]
GROUP C
[ Now that they're all submerged underwater (and... somehow surviving), most are likely taking up swimming as their method of getting around. For obvious reasons, right? It's the ocean.
Well, 9S is doing nothing of the sort. Rather than floating around as the sea life does, he's solidly planted on the sandy ocean floor, attempting to walk forward as if he were struggling to make it through molasses. It's not a good time. ]
Po— [ He's cut off with a sudden gag as water rushes into his mouth, unused to the sensation. This... is going to take a while to get used to. ] ... Pod, any luck yet?
[ The Pod in question bobbles overhead, having a considerably easier time making its way around the currents. ] Negative. There appears to be too much interferrence to establish a connection with Pod 042.
[ A groan. This sucks. Can't Astoria send them off to a world that won't make him miserable for once?
Overhead, someone swims by. If it's anyone who's obviously from the Circle, 9S calls out: ]
—Wait, before you go too far...!
[ Mind slowing down for a sec? ]
TWO
[ Unsurprisingly, poorly attempting to walk through water is a greatly more taxing experience than on dry land. 9S hardly travels a distance he would have liked, and certainly hasn't made it as far as the others, but he's exhausted enough to call for a short break. Anyone lingering around might find 9S sitting upon a hill of sand—passing-by mermaids from earlier had given him a hard time about sitting upon the coral with claims he was going to ruin them that way—surrounded by the vast array of colors. And up ahead in the distance, at the clearing...
Actually, he isn't sure what's going on; the group of mermaids 9S watches from his spot keep hitting things with sticks, and quickly swimming around a ring, and weirdly don't seem to be bowling each other over out of malice... ]
Well, [ He begins to murmur flatly, giving up on making heads or tails out of it all. ] whatever they're doing must be some sort of weird fish thing the rest of us wouldn't know about.
[ Pod simply floats silently beside him.
(Guess who doesn't know about sports.) ]
WILDCARD
[ you know how these roll. pm/