REPORT 026 :: MERMAID // ACTION
MORNING
[In the morning, you might be out for a walk when you find Daisy and Keimi together. Of note, -together-, and with different clothes than usual. In place of her uniform, the 6'9'' girl has a lace crop top covering her. She is also wearing black bell jeans with Keimi's boutique logo weaved in red, and miraculously enough, no boots: She is wearing actual shoes.
You'll find them either walking together, Daisy wheeling her friend around a little too close to her; or sitting together in a bench. Well, not together. Keimi sitting on her lap, actually, arms wrapped around eachother.]
MIDDAY
[It's hard to find clothes when you're not part of the human standard. Architectural designs and fashion firms are guilty of it, but it's not deterring a 6'9'' girl nor the comely mermaid in a wheelchair. While the bigger one does not seem to have much of a clue about fashion, the smaller one is pleased to correct her, and show her dresses that could fit her, along promises to make something similar.
The taller girl turns her head up, immediately hugging Keimi as she hears another presence... Does she get to spot you?
Did you know, did you know? They wonder, did you know about this?]
AFTERNOON
[In any case, one of the places you'd expect to find the Spartan in is the Battle Dome, and you would be correct. However, what may surprise you is the scenario.
If you look through the glass, you'd reasonably wonder how could somebody train in a land full of gigantic candies and sweets. While the Chief Petty Officer has the mermaid down in a pin, her face's drunken expression puts in doubt who is actually winning given its' comfortable location.
Were you going to enter? Troll? Watch?]
((OOC: Joint post between Daisy and Keimi. Posting order is You --> Daisy --> Keimi, though exceptions can be made.))
[In the morning, you might be out for a walk when you find Daisy and Keimi together. Of note, -together-, and with different clothes than usual. In place of her uniform, the 6'9'' girl has a lace crop top covering her. She is also wearing black bell jeans with Keimi's boutique logo weaved in red, and miraculously enough, no boots: She is wearing actual shoes.
You'll find them either walking together, Daisy wheeling her friend around a little too close to her; or sitting together in a bench. Well, not together. Keimi sitting on her lap, actually, arms wrapped around eachother.]
MIDDAY
[It's hard to find clothes when you're not part of the human standard. Architectural designs and fashion firms are guilty of it, but it's not deterring a 6'9'' girl nor the comely mermaid in a wheelchair. While the bigger one does not seem to have much of a clue about fashion, the smaller one is pleased to correct her, and show her dresses that could fit her, along promises to make something similar.
The taller girl turns her head up, immediately hugging Keimi as she hears another presence... Does she get to spot you?
Did you know, did you know? They wonder, did you know about this?]
AFTERNOON
[In any case, one of the places you'd expect to find the Spartan in is the Battle Dome, and you would be correct. However, what may surprise you is the scenario.
If you look through the glass, you'd reasonably wonder how could somebody train in a land full of gigantic candies and sweets. While the Chief Petty Officer has the mermaid down in a pin, her face's drunken expression puts in doubt who is actually winning given its' comfortable location.
Were you going to enter? Troll? Watch?]
((OOC: Joint post between Daisy and Keimi. Posting order is You --> Daisy --> Keimi, though exceptions can be made.))
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He approaches the bench with a small, nervous smile (it has been awhile since he's been comfortable being outside, between the recent event and some other goings-on) and a simple greeting.]
... Hello, Ms. Daisy and Ms. Keimi...
[... And then after a moment, because he had to remind himself...]
Er... are we perhaps interrupting...?
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She recalls that Don was a casualty during the storm. The Chief Petty Officer is unsure what may his disability be. But even for all her prejudices... He has returned. He is still here.
The blond girl shakes her head.]
It's alright... We just wanted some time together after everything from the last days.
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I think everyone needs a chance to relax right now...
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I must say that... I agree, what with everything that has happened recently... having some respite is pleasant.
[That and the weather is nice enough that sitting outside isn't an issue.]
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Especially after the last days. [In which she became a literal giant, and was forced to be away from the village until she found a way to get herself back into her original, semi-normal height.] It was this... Or getting ambushed by something else.
[Her hands relax as they hold Keimi, setting themselves on the mermaid's lap.]
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We're just enjoying some nice, fresh air on our way to finishing errands~.
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Would you... object to some company for a time, then...?
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There is some hesitation. But once Robert asks, she nods.]
I wouldn't.
[The taller girl shifts to her side, Keimi still over her lap and carrying her with both her legs and arms as if she weighted nothing. And sets her legs to the opposite side of the empty seat, not to trip them. Even exterior benches are too small for her.]
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If Don doesn't mind he might curl into him a little. It feels nice to sit this way; he hasn't been able to in awhile.]
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You're... comfortable?
[She hugs Keimi. She knows she is because of Daisy's appropriate size.]
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Uh-huh. Are you comfy, Daisy-chin?
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Are you internally implying Robert is causing you trials and tribulations, mister?!At any rate, Robert seems comfortable enough against Don's more-angular frame. (Indeed, he's gotten to the point where it's actually comforting in a way that most bodies are not.)]
... Perhaps this is... s-something that could, er, happen more often...? It seems... nice. [For him, anyway. Does everybody else feel the same?]
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I mean... the hard shell. Sir.
[She looks down herself. Daisy mutters to herself, not knowing if she'd be heard.]
A place to lean the head is useful, too...