event } ya gotta be a dolphin

[seeingyou]

WHO: All the little fishies!
WHAT: An underwater adventure
WHERE: Kupra City, or you can stay on Navi if ya want
WHEN: Dec. 20-Jan. 2 16
WARNINGS: Use ‘em in your threads if needed! And if you end up taking an extended dip in the big drink, please report it on the death page.

[Hello, passengers! Hope you're all ready for an announcement, 'cause Navi's voice is getting beamed into your head right about ... now.]

Attention, passengers.
We'll be landing soon on the planet Umora, at Kupra City.
We'll be docked for two weeks, local time.
Please stand by for atmospheric entry.

[Is it just your imagination, or does Navi sound more tired than normal? Either way, it's now time to BUCKLE IN, CHAPS. It's not a particularly rough landing, just your standard amount of turbulence, though it may seem a little jarring to those who aren't used to space travel.

Upon docking underwater and disembarking, passengers will find a bank counter just past the terminal, where your new windfall of Navigems can be exchanged for credits (the universal currency).

Have fun! And do try not to drown … ]

Comments

[ancestor]

Had they been human children, Murmur may have successfully been able to slink past unnoticed. Unfortunately for him, one of the children has a particularly keen sense of electroreception. Unfortunately for Azem this particular child is both curious and clingy.

She sigh in fond exasperation, allowing the boy to lead her with two outstretched tentacles (the other six remain firmly wrapped around her arm and torso). He lets out a small sound of triumph when Murmur is within his remarkably long reach and promptly wraps a tentacle around whatever piece of the man is closest.

The child garbles in the unintelligible language of those just learning to speak.

"Karl says that you feel strange and have to play," Azem translates, then quietly chastises 'Karl' in a firm but kind tone. The boy wilts (though maintains his grip on them both) and relents, babbling at Murmur some more.

Azem brightens, audibly delighted by the progress Karl has made with his manners, and Karl brightens along with her.

"He apologizes, and asks if you would like to play."

[albatrossomen]

That is a most excellent point. Murmur was indeed far more accustomed to slipping beneath the notice of humans, and one would have to agree that wasn't always a particularly difficult task. They were, often, not the most aware of their surroundings, and certainly did not possess particularly advanced senses on average. They were more than adequate for their own needs, certainly, but they weren't electroreception. This is what he gets for being lazy.

Granted, it's not necessarily the worst thing in the world. It's just as well that Murmur goes absolutely nowhere without every inch of skin that isn't his face covered, so when the tendrils do grab him there aren't any... unpleasant side effects. He pauses, neither startled nor upset, merely looking on at the alien child with a mixture of puzzlement, and uncertainty.

"Have to." He echoed, tone remaining puzzled, as that was one of the more unusual ways to approach that. But, he soon apologized, and Murmur nodded once in a silent approval. At least his manners were improving.

"I uh... Don't actually know how to play." He admits after a long pause. As it turns out, angels don't do that.