#call of the sea...

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Enjoyed your sea times?

-⚙️

(The doll blinks awake, more water dripping from her face as they roll over into the sand.)

Oh. Hello Tessa

(They yawn, then cough, and out comes a few shells.)

I did not particularly enjoy them, no

(Their eyes slide over to the other two asleep on the beach, @calliope-themermaid and @dont-loose-ur-head.)

Huh

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~ A particularly large fish happened to be swimming through the ocean.. That isn’t a fish. She hasn’t spotted you yet. She’s moving slowly, and it seems she’s conversing with a shark. Maybe they can get her attention? ~

- @calliope-themermaid

(The mermaid crossed dimensions for this! Hey, @dont-loose-ur-head, look over here!)

(The doll is too busy holding on to Apollo right now, having been pretty lost in the days she's been stuck down here in the galactic water. It's just more time in the ether to them.)

(The doll doesn't look too out of place in the galactic water, but the rainbow hair hopefully helps a little bit. The whole place is pretty colorful...)

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“wh?- ??????????????”

[[Apollo has finally dragged the rock to them, very confused, but immediately trying to pull her out of the sand. They’re trying to say stuff, but considering that they’re underwater none of it is comprehensible.]]

(All they know is that they are being pulled now.)

(Is this another wave? Is this a piece of debris? Old netting?)

(They're coming free from the sand, but it might take a second.)

(To them though, they have no idea it's Apollo. She's continuing her musings about life and what is and isn't acceptable. Ready to go spinning through the void of water-space again.)

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god I am So Worried about this but I can’t stop laughing at all of the memes💀

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(They are not getting out of this one any time soon, are they?)

(Pchooooooo.)

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(Glub)

(Now that I have processed things, do I get to leave?)

(...)

(Of course, no one will respond. I am under the ocean buried in sand. I have no idea how many days its been.)

(...)

(Is it unacceptable that I still want to punt that street medic? On a scale of one to ten, how bad is it?)

(I've come to terms with it a little bit more. I do feel like I have lost a part of myself... along with the paralysis, I believe in souls now. Mine is torn. My mind and my body has been through many ordeals in its time. Both ordeals I am aware of, and ones I am not.)

(...)

(...This is a poor way to spend time.)

(I hope Apollo is alright.)

(I hope I wash up on some shore soon. Maybe I should try to free myself from the sand.)

(I hate hoping. I hate maybes. I wish I could just get out there and do things with my hands and my body. I want to keep moving. I do not like staying still. This I know well.)

(...)

(glub)

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(Glub)

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(They're snoozing away by now...)

(...they have a lot of body cleanup to do tomorrow.)