The beginning of the now infamous Sharky-Shim and Jessafish...
You go to the Natural Seabreak Pool.
Natural Seabreak Pool
Formed when the cliff face to the south collapsed, this rather small, shallow pool is under ten feet deep and the floor is sandy now instead of rocky as it once was in times past. To the south, there are two large doors that can be closed from the inside, that lead into the deeper sea lane that cuts through the stone ridge forming the dolphinhall. To another side is a distinct shortcut to Emerald Cove, just deep for dolphins and their partners.
Swimming about are Nezive and Alexi
Shimmer and Fieven are here.
Obvious exits:
Emerald Cove Shallows Sea Lane
Jessa swims lazily out to the pool. Once the senior appy has reached the pool's waters, she lazily floats and treads water. "Hiya Shimmer." Yup, the senior appy is back.
Shimmer nods at Fieven. "I remember the move from MSH over here to Ista during one of the periods where there was a huge amount of appies running around..." Shim shrugs her shoulders delicately, before she grins. "She's a real sweetheart." Shim notes with a bright nod, before the girl smiles wryly, "How do you two know each other?" is questioned curiously, before Shim grins. "I did tell it to you earlier." She winks at the man and nods, "I'm Shimmer, but most call me Shim." Jessa's arrival is beamed at, "Hullo, Jessa!! Jessa, this is Fieven, Fieven, this is Jessa." she introduces with yet another beam. Introductions are always fun.
Fieven chuckles and nods. "Yes, you probably did... sometimes my memory is horrible..." His eyes flicker over to Jessa, who he's seen around before but never officially met. She and Sefina were friends, so it was inevitable that he was familiar with her face. He gives her a warm wave from his position sitting near the lip of the pool. "Jessa..." he repeats, giving her a warm smile. His gaze turns back to Shimmer for the moment as he searches for an answer to her question. "Sefina and I met out at the Ista beach... at the time, she and a few other dolphineers were guiding a blind girl through the water and letting her pet one of the dolphins." Jessa was probably there, too, but he can't really seem to remember well enough.
Jessa grins at Fieven. "Well met." Oooh, someone that Sefina knows then? Interesting, Jess has never met him though. "So, where are you from?" She continues to peer at him, he doesn't appear to be an appy. Hm.
Shimmer grins at Fieven, and nods. "Dolphineers are not only around for working with the tides..." Shim notes with a beam, vaguely remembering the day though she was not in attendance. Jessa is grinned at, and Shim holds her peace on that count, instead leaning back and stretching for a reasonably dry towel curled up yonder. The journeywoman leans back farther, wiggling her fingers in an attempt to desperately reach the towel, muttering something under her breath about being short...
Fieven can't help but feel a little bit awkward in a hall that he doesn't belong in, and begins to shift a little nervously under the scrutiny of their eyes. His, however, shift towards Jessa as he continues to speak. "I live over at Ista right now... before that I was just a traveler... for two turns, anyway. Before that I hailed from Paradise." He lifts a hand up and scritches Feydra. "Does this look familiar?" he grins. His eyes shift over toward the towel and he reaches over, handing it to Shimmer, as it's well within his reach.
Jessa grins and nods to Fieven, "Ah, Ista. Isn't it great here?" The senior appy just loves the Istan weather. Much better than Keroonian weather, that's for sure. Jess peers at the firelizard, and then nods to him, "Yup, think I've seen her around."
Shimmer blinks and accepts the towel with a nod, "Thanks." she murmurs softly, cheeks colouring slightly. See, this is why Shim needs Shad around to get things from high shelves and rescue towels for her. The towel is quickly put into use to cover up damp hair, and Shim grins at the friendly little gold. "A traveler, ey? That's an exciting life. Any particular craft you affiliate yourself with? You know, the dolphincraft can always use new apprentices..." she offers, wiggling her eyebrows hopefully upon noticing the absence of a knot upon the man's shoulder. Aha. A free one. She'll subvert him to the quirky ways of the 'phincraft...well, perhaps...
Fieven chuckles and nods to her. "Yeah, she likes to follow Fina around a bit, so that doesn't surprise me." Feydra croons happily as she's given some attention, Serenity chirping rather loudly at her. Hopefully they'll go find something better to do soon. He looks back down and smiles as Shim makes use of the towel, scooting back to give her plenty of room in case she decides to come out. "I don't know if the dolphincraft is quite for me, I don't really know what I want to do," he shrugs. "But thanks for the offer. I'm almost tempted to join just because there's so many pretty girls here!" he laughs, shifting his weight again and blushing slightly at having trying to flatter two almost complete strangers.
Fieven releases Serenity, who launches into the air.
Serenity suddenly disappears ::between::!
Jessa snickers a bit. Just what the 'craft needs, another male that likes to flirt. Well, he'd fit in perfectly, really. The senior appy moves about so that she's on her back, floating. The flattery is lost on her, she's gotten used to being hit on by just about every male in the craft. It's typical.
Shimmer grins at Fieven. "You're surely welcome. Consider it." As a journeywoman, Shim can, of course, drag him straight into the craft. Of course, Srin may not appreciate it, but...after she saw the presence of a new male, she might be more amenable. Yep. A cute one, too. Shim laughs lightly and winks outrageously at the man's flattery, though she doesn't return it, which is throughly unlike the usual Shim. Perhaps Shim doesn't want to impeach upon Sefina's territory? Jessa is grinned at, and Shim flicks a bit of water at her with a laugh.
Fieven notices Jessa rather pointedly ignore him and his comment, so he decides to leave it rest, though he can't help but feel uncomfortable after her actions. He shuffles his legs beneath him and stands up. "But I'm afraid that temptation is long past." He had already found someone that he'd much rather spend his time with than such unfriendly girls here. His eyes flicker back down to Shimmer and he gives her a smile. "Thanks much, but I don't really think so... I think I might take a look at the SmithCraft."
Jessa snubs many males. Fieven isn't special in that respect. The senior appy turns herself around, so that her feet are pointing downwards and she's no longer floating on her back. She treads water and wrinkles her nose at Shimmer, then she grins and splashes the journeyman back. Fair's fair.
Shimmer grins at Fieven and winks before her eyes narrow slightly and Shim tilts her head to the side to try to fathom that particular comment. We all have our blonde moments, you know...Shim perhaps more than others...but, we won't go into that. "Smithcraft...good occupation..." Shim murmurs in a distracted manner, her mind still upon his comment about a long past temptation...Shim should really go change into one of her infamous Shadis-catching dresses and see what he says then. Hmpf. However, Jessa is mock-glared at and Shim laughs, straightening the towel upon her head...
Fieven got into the habit of flattery and saying nice things a long time ago because he found that girls tended to like that sort of thing. Obviously it was going to be much more difficult to befriend Jessa, but he wasn't going to be discouraged just yet. He takes another step back from the pool in fear of getting splashed. "Yeah, I don't really know about that yet, though... I don't know if I'll ever figure out exactly what I want to do," he chuckles. "So where are you originally from?" he peers down at Shimmer.
Jessa is easy to befriend. Although not in -that- manner of friendship. Hitting on Jess does not get one very far. The senior appy grins at Shimmer, and feigns a look of innocence before splashing again.
Shimmer nods at Fieven. "Well, you're still young. You've got plenty of time." she notes brightly, though, of course, Shim herself is only 2 turns older than the man and has been with the dolpincraft for 8 years. "Me? I'm from a trading family based in Ista. I'd always known I'd wanted to be dolphincraft, but waited until I was 14 to actually approach someone about it over at MSH." she nods. And that is basically Shim's life-story, all neat and short. Jessa is mock-growled at, and Shim apparently declares war by kicking her feet in the water before scrambling out of the water and hiding oh-so-innocently behind Fieven.
Fieven laughs and shakes his head as he becomes somewhat of a human shield. "Oh no no... you started it..." he moves out from in front of her, not wanting to get splashed with water. "Plus, you're already wet, and I'm not." He gives her a smile and turns away from the pool again. "Anyway, I think I'll probably be going now... after all, it's not like I'm a dolphiner or anything, I wouldn't want to get caught somewhere I didn't belong," he chuckles. Plus, the unfriendly vibes he was getting from Jessa certainly weren't making him any more comfortable. He gives her a wave anyway, spinning on his heels and heading toward the exit.
Jessa scoots back and out of range, but still gets some of the splash. The senior appy risks tasting salt water by sticking her tongue out at the journeyman. She waves at the departing Fieven, and then splashes Shimmer now that the shield is gone. Hah!
Shimmer sniffs at Fieven and winks wryly, calling out mirthfully, "Coward!" as Shim is now left to fend for herself, though she relents upon the man and nods brightly, "Pleasure meeting you!! Feel free to come back anytime! I'll take you around and introduce you to our local 'phinnies." Shim beams before rolling her eyes at Jessa and, sprinting towards the pool, she leaps and then crunches herself up in a ball, shouting loudly, "Cannoooonnbaaaallll!!" Because, of course, you can't do a cannonball without yelling 'cannonball'.
Fieven walks out.
Jessa dives under the water, which is the only appropriate place to go when someone decides to attack with a cannonball. The senior apprentice then surfaces and grins, waiting for the journeyman to resurface as well. The attack is ready. Bwah.
Shimmer arrives underwater and opens her eyes, blinking them at the sharp sting of the saltwater before she espies a foot. Aha. A fooooooot. Shim wiggles in a very Jaws-esque movement as her hand outstretches for said foot, fingers closing around it slowly...dun dun...dun dun...dun dun dun dun dun duuuuun....
Jessa looks around as something touches her foot. Uh oh. The senior appy dives into the water and swims away from whatever silly creature may be grabbing at her foot.
Silly creature? Shimmer? Dead right! And proud of it. Woo. Said shark-creature persues Jessa happily, wiggling through the water brightly. Wiggly-wiggle-wiggle. Shim quickly darts up for a snatch of air before ducking back down and become Sharky-Shim again. For, of course, Sharky-Shim doesn't have the lung capacity a true Sharky does...
Jessa is thusly ... Jessafish. The Jessafish, however, is not like fish in the respects that it can breathe water. Unfortunately she can't. Jessafish snags some air too, and then resumes swimming away from Sharky-Shim. Because Sharky-Shim is oh so threatening and all. Not.
Aha! Yonder Jessafish shall be hers!! Sharky-Shim is in close pursuit...what's that you say!? Sharky-Shim is not frightening!? But, of course she is! Look at those...fearsome teeth...and...err...horrible fin! And...umm...evil eyes! Yes. Evil eyes. Grr.
Jessa surfaces very briefly for air. Air is necessary for the Jessafish. Very necessary. Oh yes, the Sharky-Shim is oh so terrifying. *cough* Not. Swim, swim, Jessafish, or else the Sharky-Shim will get you! Oh no!
Ah, yes. Sharky-Shim on the prowl...wait, hold up a moment...Sharky-Shim seems to be...going to the surface for air? Gasp. Blasphemy. But, however, this is true, as the shark darts up, grabs a breath, then darts down again. And, all is well. Dun dun dun dun. Yess! Jessafish shall be...lunch...if Sharky-Shim succeeds, you know. Omp-chomp, and all.
Jessafish swims well away from Sharky-Shim. In fact, Jessafish swims towards the sand. Jessafish 'beaches' herself, by pulling herself onto the sand and rolling away from the water. Hah! She's escaped now.
Sharky-Shim chases, but finds herself beached as well, until...look, magic!! Sharky-Shim has miraculously morphed into Shimmer! Gasp! What rare, afoul magic makes it's home in her innocent breast? (aha! Look! A Shakespeare quote! In normal rp! I win...lol). Shim stands and starts to sproing after Jess. Yep. She's not running, nor sprinting. Nope, Shim is 'sproinging', which seems to be an odd mix between a flounce and a boing. And no, it's not called floinging. Sproing...sproing...
This is not normal RP. Such a thing does not exist. This concept is foreign. Truly. (Screw Shakespeare quotes.) Jessafish lays on the sand, grinning, and morphs into Jessa the senior appy. She springs to her feet and does what she does best ... twirl!
Shimmer sproings after the twirling appy, waving a hand, apparently to flag her down. Shim seems to be sproinging even quicker now, and her entire body weight is shifted from foot to foot as she sproings, making her an odd-looking sort of person, hands and arms and legs flying every which way as she flounces...ahem, sproings...
Jessa twirls slowly away from the sproinging journeyman. Ah HAH! The madness is spreading. Everyone is coming up with their own unique movement quirks. Jess twirls and scuttles. Shimmer sproings. How fun. The twirling senior apprentice twirls ... right back into the water. Splash. Poof. Jessafish!
Shimmer sproings...sproings...sproings herself right out of the area. Apparently, Shim has gotten lost in her search of the Jessafish, and is searching randomly through the beach...oh dear...it may be turns before we see her again...
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