Mistress Dizzy

See you space samurai... A Space Opera

Yo! Once again reserving the role of ship's doctor/ mental health physician.

See you space samurai... A space opera

Well, crap, did I come across this too late? Lol

@Daxam

What's up Daxam! You're not too late at all. The OOC just went up and characters are being submitted. Throw in your best idea and I hope you make it in!

Where the Forest meets the Sea (1x1)

My apologies. My health is getting away from me. Friday - Sunday is usually my peak creative time.

Young Justice

@dreamingflowers@funnyguy

just letting you know i am furious at you both

if this was a book i would have thrown this shit out the window

see you online later

fuckers

See you space samurai... A space opera

Calling dibs on 1 semiaquatic Doctor!

See you space samurai... A space opera

I'm in

Where the Forest meets the Sea (1x1)

...I want to bundle him up in a blanket with some really good headphones. ;^;

Where the Forest meets the Sea (1x1)

Yep! This can be slow-burn. I'm busy in the evening until Friday anyway.

Where the Forest meets the Sea (1x1)

Chalakon drifted through the busy afternoon market circle, eyeing jewelry and trinkets on display in the afternoon. Most of the craftsfolk he'd known as far back as he could remember. A few shops had been passed from master to apprentice, but nothing had really changed.

"Hello Chal, my pearl." The wizened jeweler waved Chal over with a smile, clasping hands with the young mer. Chal grinned and gently squeezed the old woman's hands, noting the faintest tremor.

"Good tides, Gran Cora. How's the family?"

"Oh, they're just fine. Aline is expecting, you know! Finally. I knew they were worried after the second year past the wedding..."

Chal listened politely, though this was a bit more information than he really wanted to hear. But most elders liked to chat, and Gran Cora had always been kind to him.

"Listen, pearl. I will be moving on very soon."

"Wait, what?" Chal was yanked harshly back to the moment, as if he'd gotten his tailfin caught in a ripcurrent. "You can't!"

"I can, and I will." The woman's voice was firm. "My hands can't work the metal like they used to. And with the grandchild on the way, things are changing. It is time." She reached up and patted Chal's cheek, as if he were a grandchild of hers already.

Then she plucked up a work from the display case and held it against Chal's skin. "Hmm. No. White coral washes out your tone." She set it aside and eyed the selections on the table."Perhaps... Ah! Hold still."

"But-"

"Hush now. And hold your hair."

"Yes, Gran."

Gran Cora wrapped a delicate, expertly woven choker around Chal's neck and tied the clasp. Then she swum up a bit to press a maternal kiss to his forehead. "Lovely. That's a gift from me, no trade needed."

Chal touched the choker and smiled, feeling burning tears threatening. "Thank you, Gran. It's beautiful. Um. Just remembered I've got a lunch date, so..."

"Ah, young love. Don't let me keep you, then. Off you go!" Gran waved and Chal rose up and up, leaving the market behind.

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By the time he reached his favorite sandbar on the surface, Chal's eyes were sore from crying. He wasn't sure what it was even about. Changes like that hurt him at the core, some days.

An odd noise caught his attention, and on instinct he rolled and slipped off the bank and under the waves. When nothing dangerous approached, he swam toward the noise. He found two strange creatures on the beach. One gray and fat and loud. The other was almost human, but the ears were wrong, and- was that a tail? Since when did humans have those? He watched from beneath the water, as close as he dared.
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Meanwhile, one of Harry's earbuds starts to fizzle with static.

Hopefully Sanctuary

Tim nodded quietly, adjusting his glasses as he peered at the ride. "I dunno, hon. Looks like an injury lawsuit waiting to happen." He looked to Roxy and smiled. "Roxy's assessment is correct."

"...You're right." Mara looked vaguely disappointed, and Devika giggled at the sight. Her mother had been more athletic in her youth. She was always the one to run after little Devika when she played outside. Of course, now there was gray creeping into her hair, and she couldn't move quite as fast. But her spirit hadn't lost its luster. "Fine. Next time."

They continued on through. Eventually another table caught Devika's eye. "Psychic readings? Hah! I love that kind of goofy stuff."