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 glances up to catch that look, and his grin in return says he knows exactly how much his lie reeks. But when has that ever stopped him? ]

Kind words for a beautiful woman, what can I say? It's natural.

[ He takes a few steps more, still moving slowly. For now. ]

[learntowalk]

[ It's starting to dawn on her just how good with words this guy is and she can't decide what to feel about it. It does seem like he knew her, though, and he is doing her a huge favor, so he still has the benefit of the doubt. Bothering him about it would probably be rude, anyway. She never did like prying. ]

Flatterer.

[ More time spent trying to match his steps. Her movements are still pretty shakey but it looks like she's picking up on how wide each step should be. ]

[outright]

[ As she begins to get the hang of it, his hands slip down from her arms to her hips. Much more nicely intimate. The pace picks up a little while he's at it. She can take it, can't she? ]

By the by— I don't suppose you need a shower, do you? You're looking a little... sandy.

[learntowalk]

[ Whoa hey! The change in pace gives her a moment of worry, but she's determined not to fall this time. Her hands go to his shoulders since he's apparently not helping her balance anymore. Still, all that doesn't bother her, not if she's still on her feet, its only when she takes notice of where his hands have relocated themselves that she's staring at him oddly. ]

Shower? I guess there was a lot of sand, but my towel should be fine enough to-- [ A glance back and its actually kind of far away by now. And that's upsetting, because it was a gift, not to mention her only possession up here! ]