Land-Locked and Full of Wanderlust [open!]

[learntowalk]

Date & Time: 01/22; late evening to late night.
Location: The apartment building hallways. Mostly around the 500 units but she might scoot herself a little further.
Characters: Dr. Aileen Kimbler and YOU.
Summary: A mermaid fresh out of water tries to figure out standing and probably bugs passerbys with quick-winded questions due to ocean-to-land culture shock.
Warnings: All this poor sap has on her right now is a towel.

[ So walking back to her own apartment is severely hindered by the sudden disruption of her own timeline, and now there is only a very wet, very confused Aileen standing where there was once Dr. Kimbler. She's looking ten years younger when the reality is far more decades than that, with seaweed twisted up in her hair and body pretty well coated in sand underneath her towel.

But here she is. Fallen on the ground now that her legs are dumb, new things to her. She's frightened of this new place for sure but her heart is racing for an entirely different reason, she knows. All that time spent fleeing across a harsh and wide sea, dragging herself up past the shore-- this proves how worth it it was. It might not be where she originally pulled herself up but that can't tarnish her excitement. So long as it's anywhere but home, how could she care less?

If someone happens by the halls this evening they're likely to come across Aileen hanging out here on the floors, finding more wonder in a plain hallway than previously thought possible. ]

Comments

[outright]

[ He's off on his way to meet someone or other, who is probably about to be stood up, but that just happens sometimes. He pauses, frowning a little, to recognize the... lady on the floor. The green hair is hard to miss, really. She looks slightly... different from what he remembers from the video feed, but maybe he's just misremembering. He hadn't looked all that closely, after all. ]

Olá, perda. [ That comes with a charming smile, and he drops into a crouch next to her. ] This doesn't look anything like the clinic to me.

[oncearanger]

[Some time later, Billy is moving up the building in his usual daily workout---climb all the staircases, descend, climb again, peek through the halls for good measure sometimes. He pauses when he spots a woman who seems new to the whole thing.]

Excuse me, ma'am, are you all right?

[whatsupcroc]

Oh no, you've gone all silly too!

( Collette was actually coming around to drop off a thank-you note to Aileen, which made it slightly awkward to realize a thank you was probably going to head nowhere sensible fast right now.

On the other hand, it was pretty exciting to -- well. Wait. )

Where's your clothes?!

[inline]

[This boy rounding the corner ahead of Aileen isn't just walking, he's skating—though it may not impress her that much when he sees her, makes a choked sound, and nearly swerves right into the wall opposite.]

You, you're uh—

[Nearly naked on the floor!? Why.

He does manage to untangle his tongue and feet soon enough, quickly making his way over.]

Hey! What happened? Did you hurt yourself?

[werycherk]

[There's a child careening around the corner, but the sight of her actually makes him stop. His half panicked expression fades to one of sheer curiosity. This woman doesn't look like most people he's seen. She doesn't smell like them either. So with all the bluntness of a seven year old who doesn't know better, he announces this.]

You smell like the sea.

[He doesn't, however, seem at all phased by the towel bit.]