The Jaws of Life?
After numerous failed attempts to contact one Jake English, Aranea was at wit’s end. And any time she came to that point, it was inadvisable to try and dissuade her, even when she was about to do something rash. Just ask Eridan, who sported bite marks on his arm from when he had insisted she stop working on a paper for even a few hours. Needless to say, however driven she was over that paper, she was even more so towards snagging an interview with the young Mister English.
So driven was she that an early Saturday morning found her huffing and puffing in the chill air outside the pool building, watching her warm breath fog and dissipate. She was bundled up quite bulkily, and though she usually tried to take the time to appreciate the beauty of the chilly mornings there on Skaia, today her attention was devoted to just exactly what was in that pool area. Or, more specifically, who.
Striding quickly, Aranea threw open the door of the building, letting out one final shiver before being enveloped in the heavy warmth of the inside. Through the anteroom she saw a figure splashing through the water, body lithe and quick through the water. She herself had just started swimming lessons, along with private tutoring from her new friend Meenah on the sport, but so far she could barely stay afloat. It seemed nerds had a natural tendency to sink. Shaking these thoughts aside, she walked quickly into the pool room proper, glasses immediately fogging from the sudden warmth and humidity. “Jake,” she called, walking blindly forward, “Jake English! I demand you allow me to take your thoughts on the current goings-on at the school, for my new segment on th-” Her foot stepped out onto... nothing. She barely had any time to utter a squeak before gravity, that cruel mistress, pulled her down into the depths of the pool, trapped under heavy layers of clothing and flailing about as she sank.
