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I’m gonna make a fanfic of the shellso rp. With an ENDING
Watch me.
(…… @nixtheoctoagent @jatziri-balam @betsybeaveraskblog @brown-the-octonaut)

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[[Ooc]]
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I’m gonna make a fanfic of the shellso rp. With an ENDING
Watch me.
(…… @nixtheoctoagent @jatziri-balam @betsybeaveraskblog @brown-the-octonaut)
I found a map of hospitals in South America for the rp, but for some reason it wouldn't let me message you.
I think it's because of the settings I have for DMs on this blog specifically?
I had some unsavory experiences with DMs on my main account back when I was 15-17 so if I remember to, I change the settings to make it so that only certain people can message me if at all.
All that aside, Nix can do fine without a map. Wasn't gonna mention a place by name anyhow. In fact, I was probably gonna do a timeskip to after.
Speaking of timeskip, this would be a good time for Shellington and Peso to talk to each other about something something *wink* *wink* *nudge* *nudge*
Tunip and the Vegimals, minus Grouber, sat huddled in the mess hall. They had long since been escorted back to the Octopod, along with Shellington. Things kept getting better, and then worse, and then better, and then worse.
For example, Shellington had disappeared into his lab and hadn't come out since. Tunip was pretty sure Shelly was coming down with something, but didn't have the courage to talk to him. Tomminow was already preparing a warm bowl of seaweed soup with hearty chunks of chicken.
Additionally, Peso was still gone, and deathly sick as well. The vegimals had agreed to never talk of this incident ever again, it was just... horrible. Tunip hated how his stomach twisted whenever he thought about food, because what if the Octonauts were starving to death like Shellington? What if they were dying like Peso-
And what about Barrot, and Tomminow, and Pikato, and Codish, who were all wilting and too shaken to do anything about it? What about Grouber, who was still missing? What about himself? Were they going to die too?
Tunip hated this. He hated all of it. He couldn't even run to Shelly, or Peso, or even Kwazii, because they were all not there.
[The vegimals, excepting Grouber, are at the Octopod.]
(ooc:
i'd like to take the time to say i'm porbably going to disappear from tumblr soon! my school year is starting and i won't really have as much access to tumblr as i do now. if i randomly stop posting one day, that's why! i will do my best to pop in every now and then and i am NOT DYING ANYTIME SOON.... but yeah. thank you for rp-ing with me yall!! you're all SO COOL. :D
also. i have no idea how long this hyperfixation will last but i think we are on the tail end of it :( i will totally keep rp-ing but i might give the blog to the other tunip ask blog or the shellington ask blog or whoever else if i lose inspiration/motivation. IM STILL HERE, but probably not for long lol. if you want to find me, im at @nikopikoo. i haven't really updated it that much but it's still me!
anyway, i'll miss yall. you're super awesome and i PROMISE I WILL COME BACK
-tomii)
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guys.
GUYS.
should I make a side blog with a pinned master post of every S.A.M adventure thread post linked there so it doesn’t get lost ? If I should, please send me ANY S.A.M related content, IC or OOC
tags cause…. Uh… I want this to get around
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okay so who’s gonna die now
Brown's tracking continued to trail away from Shellington's last location for quite some time. Eventually, it stops. A bit later, another audio log appears.
"H-hey, it's me. I'm alright. Sorry that I had to cut that last log short, but everything's fine! I should be good to continue following Shellington's location! Once I rest a bit, I'll..."
Brown trailed off, as he appeared to listen for something. The watch didn't seem to catch it.
"That's... That's the vegimals singing! I- I don't know if you hear it, but I hear them!"
The audio sounds like he's getting back up.
"I- I can keep going! I want to make sure they're alright! And- um- if anyone's also heading here to help, um- be careful! And stay safe. Please."
Brown tapped his Octo-Watch, and sighs.
"Th- thank goodness I managed to lose that jaguar... huh? Aah! I missed-! Stop recor-"
The log ends there.
Brown's tracking still isn't heading directly towards Shellington, but presumably where the singing is coming from.
Onyx paced the length of her room, feeling utterly useless.
Sure, rescue missions weren't her area of expertise, — sometimes it felt like she barely had an "area of expertise" at all — but she couldn't help but feel like there was more she could be doing to help.
Betsy and Brown had both run off as soon as they got the distress signal. Most of the others followed close behind them. And what was Onyx doing?
Pacing.
Fiddling with her necklace, listening to the occasional messages pouring in, and wondering why she wasn't doing more to help.
She really hoped the others were alright.
A second audio log came from Brown.
"My feet... hurt so much... but I need to find them. I'm getting close, just a bit longer... It's a good thing the Octopod was parked close to this place, but I still can't believe they went so deep in. Just how deep were those cocoa trees that were planted? If I knew it was this far, I would've sent another-"
Brown pauses for a second.
"I- I gotta go."
The log ends there. Strangely, Brown re-enabled his tracking on his Octo-Watch a few moments after the log was uploaded.
He wasn't heading in Shellington's direction.