(( now i eep ))

[Handshake does feel a little slimy, but she pulls away after a nice time shaking. She's very gentle.] Cirrus is a spirit, like me! One of my good friends. [She looks around, humming.] So, what do the Octonauts do on a day to day basis? If I can ask?

[She chews thoughtfully, swallowing. . .Looks at the small brick she's afforded herself and nods in approval.]

Captain Barnacles... What a wonderfully oceanic name! The Octonauts.. I think Cirrus speaks of you fondly? I've been asleep for a while. . . [She smiles, warm and calm.] But, a pleasure. [Extending a tentacle from her back to shake hands?]

[Almost doe like, she shyly reaches a back tentacle into the container, so articulate enough to only grab one piece... and she brings it to her face. Sniff sniff.] .... [Munch.]

(( sorry the pfp sucks rn but aeeaeaeeaae

[Appearing out of a puddle, which now reeks of sea water now. . .] (💭Corned...bread?) [Following him silently.]

It's a long story, but.. I've been in existence as long as the ocean has been on earth, I came into existence when it did. I've been around for so long, I'm known as a primordial spirit, since I've been around for millions of years. [She tries to explain.] I can also control it and reflect ++

Well, I was trying to find a certain place, indoors-- [She trails off, eyeing this human carefully. Glass shards inside his body.] ...I'm Lotua. The ocean herself. . . are you-- okay? [Poking at a glass shard stuck in his arm.]

(( actually what if i stuck w/ my current lotua design, added a few back tentacles and that was it...))

[ The orb grows into.. a weird looking humanoid. She stretches, and snaps her fingers, more water coming out to cover shell-clad body. The water turns to white cloth, a little seafoam-y dress to cover up.] Forgive me, I do not mean to barge into your place in my usual swimming attire. . ++

...Neither? [The woman says, standing on the water, odd feelers brush the ceiling, so she forms the water she's on into steps, and steps down to the floor. She's short!] I-- think I am in the wrong place. [She admits, after a moment of silence.]

[Feels wet like water, but solid. There's something inside. Like an egg? It begins to warble and shake. Maybe set it down?]

(( last known lotua design for those who forgot :)

[She waves to the light, and sighs. How is she going to be an anchor...when she is barely an anchor for herself?]

[Before he can, the faucet begins to shake, and a stream of salty water comes out, filling the sink quickly. Not even draining. A burbling of water, and then.. a woman begins to rise out of it??]

[She shrinks down, right in front of his eye, an orb of seawater appearing in the submarine bay, bouncing up and down in the water, like a beach ball. You may need to grab it, Barnacles.]

[ 𝘿𝘼𝙃𝙇𝙄𝘼, 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙉𝘼𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙀 𝙎𝙋𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙏. ] ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ꜱᴏᴜʟ, ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏɴᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴍɪʀᴀᴄʟᴇ. - NO LEWD! - 18+ writer - Crack / Banter / Serious ʜᴏᴡ ᴅɪᴅ ɪ ɢᴇᴛ ꜱᴏ ʙʟɪɴᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏ ᴄʏɴɪᴄᴀʟ?

Okay. You can count on me, Geon. I'll be the anchor they all need. . . [She clenches her fists, and unclenches them, a shaky, unneeded breath.]

[The sink in his room begins to drip water, and a salty smell fills the air. . . ]

[She watches with many eyes as the little figure inside this dome boots up a translator. Soft taps.] 'CAN-- SHRINK DOWN. MEAN NO HARM.' [The ocean embodiment truly doesn't, all the creatures of the seas are her friends, considering they LIVE in her.]

How-- can I help, Geon? You have to tell me. . . Goodness, you're so cryptic. [A half-hearted attempt at a joke.]

Yes... But. . . I wish I helped at all. [She says, voice wavering softly.]

I hope so too. . .

[And after a few more laps encircling the HQ, a tentacle gently taps on the dome. Morse code? Yes, something like it.] [ 'CAN.... I--COME...IN?' ]

Well, another coral reef is dead. . . just like most of me at this point.

... Did we lose anyone? [She suddenly asks, voice void of any emotion, head tipped up towards the sky.]

But, I still wish someone should have woke me up. I would have fought for us too. . . But I slept. Like a lump.

No, no. It needed to be said. [At least, she thinks.] Still, I don't know why I don't hate them. It's-- hard to hate something that lives such a short life.

[Sighs deeply.] Maybe you're right.

Ah, Geon. . . [She crouches to see the light, after most of the trash is gone. Her tail has a plastic drink ring around it, but... she'll get that in a bit.] Cirrus filled me in. I'm so sorry.

Mmm. It's fine, Cirrus. What's in the past, is in just that, the past. At least...everything is better now. [The ocean calms behind her, and so does the entity that embodies it.]

I don't think most of them KNOW what they're doing. They only live for what, 80 or 90 years? That's NOTHING to us. Maybe they're so confused and hurt and mad about everything that they just... destroy.

[She does wake up a bit from the rumbling, and starts to realize how much trash has accumulated. She's picking it off now, and crabs march to her aid, coming to pinch through plastic, and seagulls come to snag away snack food wrappers.]

. . . You know I would have done everything I could to assist you, right? Goodness. [She isn't mad at Cirrus. She's mad at herself, which is why the water behind her turns dark and stormy.]

. . . Perhaps my bleeding oceanic heart feels bad for them. I do not think of them as parasites...even after everything.

[A large creature has swam over the dome, tail just BARELY not smacking the glass. She's still looking around, she'll come and say hi when she's ready.]

[Blinks. Ah. . . A familiar presence. She breathes in, and out, despite not needing to.]

You mean... Humans?

[Lotua takes in this info slow, steady, like the waters of a delta's stream.] [Deep breath in, hands clasped politely.] What in the *fuck? Why did you not wake me? I would have certainly arrived sooner had I been informed? Goodness, I feel like a fucking lump for sleeping through a TRAGEDY.

[ Something floats by the HQ's window, but swims into the dark waters too quick. She's examining this object, this...HQ thingy.]

[She rubs her face, removing sand from the corners of her eyes and starts to pop joints, despite not needing to.] Hwah... I'm glad to be back. . . for the most part.

(( me, showing up after like 6 months. everyone, for some reason:

Mmmmmhm. I feel a lot less--heavy, than I did before. [The trash bubble is dunked into a-- trashcan someone left on the beach in her absence. It's completely full now.] How has it been since I've been away?

I slept fiiiine. I seem to have missed some things, that's for sure. [She shakes her head, which sends plastic bits and bobs off of her into the sand.] Fill me in, little dove. What has happened?

[The wave crashes down hard on top of Lotua, and pulls back, and all the trash is stored in a bubble of water which floats next to her. Nice and squeaky clean! Well, still salt-water scented.]

[Yaaawn, pushing trash-studded strands out of her face.] Good morning, Cirrus... [She hasn't noticed all the human made garbage attached to her yet.]

Oh. . . Step back, I can get it all off. [A giant wave rising behind her. . .]

A hand...with what? [She's so sleepy, she has no idea she's coated in garbage.]