[Sheryl, who has transformed her clothes into a rather stylish bikini because of course she has, is making do underwater. She's pretty sure that the slightly salty water will do murder on her hair, but whatever, not much she can do about it now, right?
More frustrating: This colorful underwater wonderland is giving her so many ideas for lyrics, but she has nowhere to write them down. It's driving her nuts.
Something less frustrating, though, is these cool-looking sleek mammals. Sheryl's never seen anything like them before.
She is 100% going to race them.
So at some point underwater, one of the sleek cetaceans rushes up, sliding to a halt in front of you. On top it, riding high in the saddle is Sheryl, looking... a little frazzled. Certainly not as composed as she'd like to be.
But she catches herself quickly.] --well! That was fun!
[Her hair is a mess.] Have you tried these? I'll race you~
[II: Underwater Fashion]
[Like she's going to pass up the chance to accessorize!
Fortunately, it's very easy (relatively so) to get money when it's literally just lying on the ocean floor. So with a borrowed basket full of seashells, Sheryl's headed towards one of the mermaid marketplaces, and is eagerly perusing the wares.
She's not entirely sure what sort of fabrics they make them out of, but they've got an interesting, soft texture that almost feels weirdly organic to it. Strange!
Sheryl takes a dark green wrap with a slightly translucent tinge to it, and hooks it around her hips like a sarong, swimming a little up and down to see how it'll catch her legs; it seems pretty fine to her.] Oh, I think I like this...
You! How does it look on me? It looks good, right? [She says to you, poor innocent bystander minding their own business.]
[III: Darling It's Better, Down Where It's Wetter]
[More exciting than even the dolphins? The music. Sheryl'd heard some of them playing an interesting series of instruments-- a coral flute, some sort of drum made with kelp stretched over whale bones, and the like-- and had zoomed over there.
Best yet, now that she's heard these instruments, she's able to add them to the library she has in her power. And the mermaids seem delighted and fascinated by the fact that she can make music out of nowhere.
If she can't write down lyrics, she can at least jam.
The sound carries through the water, a rhythmic beat at first but then a lilting underwater melody that sounds almost tropical. If you follow the sound as best you can-- for hundreds of meters, since it carries quite far-- you'll find Sheryl in the middle of a kelp forest with three mermaid musicians, having an impromptu jam session. She's kind of doing the wordless Ariel singing thing, because she has no lyrics. It's fine.
Come join?]
[IV: Murmaider Murmaider Murmaider // Closed to Hei]
[It's a little late at night-- or so she thinks, but telling the exact passage of time is hard down here-- and Sheryl can't sleep. So eventually, she decides that she'll go for a swim, maybe see how the forest looks when it's darker for more inspiration.
After swimming for a minute or so, she hears what sound like voices coming from a little ways off. She's feeling nosy, of course, so she decides to head in that direction. Maybe other "agents" of the goddess?]
Sheryl Nome | Group C
[Sheryl, who has transformed her clothes into a rather stylish bikini because of course she has, is making do underwater. She's pretty sure that the slightly salty water will do murder on her hair, but whatever, not much she can do about it now, right?
More frustrating: This colorful underwater wonderland is giving her so many ideas for lyrics, but she has nowhere to write them down. It's driving her nuts.
Something less frustrating, though, is these cool-looking sleek mammals. Sheryl's never seen anything like them before.
She is 100% going to race them.
So at some point underwater, one of the sleek cetaceans rushes up, sliding to a halt in front of you. On top it, riding high in the saddle is Sheryl, looking... a little frazzled. Certainly not as composed as she'd like to be.
But she catches herself quickly.] --well! That was fun!
[Her hair is a mess.] Have you tried these? I'll race you~
[II: Underwater Fashion]
[Like she's going to pass up the chance to accessorize!
Fortunately, it's very easy (relatively so) to get money when it's literally just lying on the ocean floor. So with a borrowed basket full of seashells, Sheryl's headed towards one of the mermaid marketplaces, and is eagerly perusing the wares.
She's not entirely sure what sort of fabrics they make them out of, but they've got an interesting, soft texture that almost feels weirdly organic to it. Strange!
Sheryl takes a dark green wrap with a slightly translucent tinge to it, and hooks it around her hips like a sarong, swimming a little up and down to see how it'll catch her legs; it seems pretty fine to her.] Oh, I think I like this...
You! How does it look on me? It looks good, right? [She says to you, poor innocent bystander minding their own business.]
[III: Darling It's Better, Down Where It's Wetter]
[More exciting than even the dolphins? The music. Sheryl'd heard some of them playing an interesting series of instruments-- a coral flute, some sort of drum made with kelp stretched over whale bones, and the like-- and had zoomed over there.
Best yet, now that she's heard these instruments, she's able to add them to the library she has in her power. And the mermaids seem delighted and fascinated by the fact that she can make music out of nowhere.
If she can't write down lyrics, she can at least jam.
The sound carries through the water, a rhythmic beat at first but then a lilting underwater melody that sounds almost tropical. If you follow the sound as best you can-- for hundreds of meters, since it carries quite far-- you'll find Sheryl in the middle of a kelp forest with three mermaid musicians, having an impromptu jam session. She's kind of doing the wordless Ariel singing thing, because she has no lyrics. It's fine.
Come join?]
[IV: Murmaider Murmaider Murmaider // Closed to Hei]
[It's a little late at night-- or so she thinks, but telling the exact passage of time is hard down here-- and Sheryl can't sleep. So eventually, she decides that she'll go for a swim, maybe see how the forest looks when it's darker for more inspiration.
After swimming for a minute or so, she hears what sound like voices coming from a little ways off. She's feeling nosy, of course, so she decides to head in that direction. Maybe other "agents" of the goddess?]