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[Three days into the mingle]

[There's a new voice piping up on the psychic network, a nervous and stressed-sounding voice. One who has spoken up on the network before, though at least this time she isn't screaming.]

I'm stuck. I'm stuck in liminal space. I-- I don't know how to get out and there's this awful music and I keep sinking in the water or whatever it is and can someone come and get me? Please?

[Guess what. Jolie is back from being torn apart by a Stricken, and she still doesn't know how to make portals. She may also kind of sound like she might be trying not to cry. Oops.]

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[It takes actual effort to not throw herself at him and hug tight and maybe cry into his shoulder. But she doesn't cry for stuff like this. She doesn't. So instead he gets a weak smile as she finds a steering wheel to sit on.]

Yeah... sort of, anyway. I still remember being all stupid at you as an octopus.

-=he may not be the most skilled at being comforting, but he'll always try to catch her if she needs it=-

Nah, you weren't being stupid.

-=definitely being naken tho=-

Infiltrating takes some getting used to I guess.

[Oh, she was being stupid. Stupid and flirty. But if he doesn't mind... She sits down on a steering wheel next to his pool of actual!water.]

It wasn't even my first time. My first time I was older and tougher and didn't die.

[She swallows, but then continues hurriedly:]

Though I probably did some stuff I probably should have died from, and I just got lucky.

-=He remembers, vaguely. Nick had only run into her once and the thief hadn't given it any thought afterward=-

Not sure anyone can actually get used to shit like this, dying or not.

-=she floats closer, pulling himself partially out of the water. he's still bothered by their 'fight' but like everything he's just ignoring how he feels=-

You.. gonna be okay though?

I don't know.

[She looks away from him again, down at her hands, folded tight on her knees now. Her tentacles are coiled tight to her back, as well, a sure sign of discomfort. If it makes him feel any better, none of that discomfort is directed at him. She isn't even thinking about the whole dumb Feli thing.]

I've never... you know. Died before. And it was kind of awful?

-=he holds himself out of the water with his elbows, he'd come closer but he's not sure how comforting a brine smelling fish body is gonna be after what she just went through, so he just peers up at her awkwardly=-

Pretty sure it's designed to be awful, but.. at least you get to be you again?

I think I'd rather still be an octopus than have been eaten. It wasn't even one of the mermaid people with actual sharp teeth.

[Read: a human did it. She kicks her feet a little, letting them dangle into the not-water, still looking down at her hands.]

I almost don't want to go back, but I can't stay in here the whole time, either. I'll go crazy in here.

-=he really can't argue with that. he has his own issues with death, especially the kinds that can repeat=-

You can hang out in the Workshop, yeah? At least for a little while. I can portal us there if you want.

-=it should hopefully drown out the noise anyway=-

Can you do that?

[She finally looks up again, a little imploringly.]

Will you be okay? Is there water in there for you?

Fuck yeah, I can.

-=he smirks=-

And I dunno. Can always try the leg thing again. Find a bathtub to splash around in. I'll be cool, don't worry.

Okay. Then, okay. Let's do that. It's so loud out here.

[She pauses, then asks,]

Are you going to be naked when you do the leg thing?

Uh...

Probably, knowing my luck. I only did it once for like a second and I didn't really notice because it feels really fuckin weird and I was only like that for a second before Feli trapped me in a giant fishbowl and it didn't matter no more.

Okay. Um. I suppose that's probably fair, since I was naked like all the time, but....

[She strips off her denim jacket to offer to him.]

You can wrap that around your waist or something. Just try not to get it too wet. Then neither of us have to be embarrassed.

[She'll have to wash it somehow after having it in contact with boy-junk. There's laundry in the Workshop somewhere, right?]

-=his boy-junk is entirely cleanly thank you very much=-

-=Davesprite jumps out of the water a bit, then crawls the rest of the way onto the ship wheel Jolie is sitting on. his current wings dont flap but they instinctively fan out when he jumps then fold up along his sides again=-

I should probably must make a beach towel or some shit. I mean my ass is pretty damn fine, but I'd rather all it's scaly glory not be put on display for all the plebes to wet themselves over.

[It's the principle of the thing, DS. She's still just a teenaged girl, and on the younger side at that. She wrinkles her nose at him.]

Yeah, okay, if you can do that, then do that.

[And she'll take her jacket back, then. She hesitates, holding it over her arm, then leans over to give his shoulders a little hug.]

Come on. Let's get out of here.

-=his language was far worse when he was her age, younger even. he takes a moment to conjure up a large towel and wrap it around his middle just above his hip finwings. he smiles a bit at the little hug and slides an arm around her waist to make sure he's secure=-

Ready?

-=not even waiting for an answer, he teleports them away so they land in the main common area of the Workshop=-

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