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Who: Glacius (

glacius), Carlisle Longinmouth (

tongueamok), and you!
What: Two dudes just chilling in the fun and the sun, minus the sun. Chilling likely literal. Fun debatable. Also, one of them is a giant snake.
Where: All islands, coastal areas
When: May 27th - Early June
Warnings: PG-13ish, probably?

"I still don't believe this is a good idea!"

For anyone who knows Carlisle, seeing him talking to himself -- or yelling, rather -- is probably nothing new; however, for anyone who may stumble upon this scene who isn't familiar with the anxiety-riddled clergyman, he's had better first impressions. He wouldn't want to make one right now, anyway: he's alone on the rocky beach that once led to the caves, his arms crossed as he picks at his sleeve nervously; his hair is a mess, tousled by the winds. Absent are his usual vestments, forgone for the beachwear he picked up last time the city saw so much water, and though it seems he intends to get wet at some point by virtue of his wearing them at all, the way he's standing a good distance from where the tides actually reach says otherwise. His previous encounter with the ocean had been just an illusion, a tranquil sea created by the gods; the waters then had been purposefully calm, a sharp contrast to the uneven waves before him now. The depths of this ocean are terrifyingly real, and likely home to equally terrifying creatures.

In the distance rises a serpentine figure with glowing, green eyes and spines along its head; it slithers through the waves with relative ease. Despite how frightening the monsters of the depths must be, Carlisle doesn't budge as this one looks his way before diving once more. Perhaps he doesn't consider this to be one of them -- he rubs at his arms, his eyes still upon the spot it vanished as he raises his voice once more.

"There could be anything out there!" he insists, his nose wrinkling as a gust of coastal wind pushes against him. His entire form stiffens, his fingers curling in reply, digging into his arm. "Or we could drown! I could drown! It would pull you under, and I would drown, and you'd be lost to the depths, and then we'd both wish we'd just stayed home!"

He is definitely yelling more to himself than anyone else at this point, but the serpent turns back toward the shore regardless, heading straight for him. It doesn't attack, as one might expect, doesn't lash out at the lanky, isolated clergyman from the shoreline -- instead, it snakes its way onto the sand, coils through the rocks, and stops once it reaches him, butting its forehead against his. Carlisle brings his hand up and lets it rest along his partner's mandible as they exchange a few, hushed words.

This might still be a strange sight for anyone who doesn't know either of them; however, some may recognize the sea creature as not a creature at all, but as Glacius, his icy form temporarily adapted to brave the waters of this new world. Though Carlisle remains nervous and reluctant to join him, he has nothing to fear -- no matter what lies beyond the safety of the land, they will face it together. Besides that, Glacius won't let anything happen to his human partner. Carlisle may not be as hardy when it comes to such elements, but anything that should try to attack them from the waters below will find they've challenged the wrong alien.

Giving Carlisle one more nudge for reassurance, Glacius makes his way back into the water, hoping to coax his partner into joining him -- if they aren't stopped by someone who happens up the coast, that is.

[[It's a joint log, folks! Feel free to tag either Carlisle, Glacius, or both as they hang around the coasts of all islands!]]

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"Dude, you really need to chill out. That green-eyed sea serpent dude you're talking to doesn't look scared."

It's easy for her to say, given she's not exactly the cautious type, and that if she has indeed witnessed some sort of tragedy relating to choppy seas, she's long since forgotten it -- but that doesn't make it bad advice. Say what you will about Kat's recklessness, but if she knew anything about that whole mindfulness fad, she'd be the perfect example of the liberation that living in the moment brings.

Sure, she's cheating -- she doesn't get the choice of dwelling on the past -- but still, okay.

Sbe gives Carlisle an easy grin, dressed in shorts and a hoodie that's two sizes too big, and comes to stand next to him. With a quick glance at where the sea serpent dude known as Glacius was last seen, she nods and asks, "You two friends?"

She has n o i d e a, sorry, dudes.

Carlisle nearly jumps as Kat speaks to him, his full attention having been on the waves before him and the serpent navigating them; he manages to curb his reaction just a bit, only stiffening in alarm as he turns to face her, his eyes aglow from his momentary fright, fingers curling as he brings an arm before his chest defensively.

"Cisth, don't—" He resettles his arms into one another, grasping at the fabric of his sleeve once more as he looks her up and down, then returns his gaze to the ocean as though it would sneak up on him if he left himself unguarded. "Yes, we're friends. More than that. And he might not be scared, but there are times I wonder if he should be."

Oh man. Kat can't help but snicker. "You sound like..." She falters. Sounds like who? It's familiar, but she can't place exactly why. When she went over her journal entries this morning, there was someone like that. Who was it, though? Not Rosen...

Aha, she's got it.

"Like my partner. He's like twice my size and looks like he could kill you -- probably could, too -- but he's a big teddy bear who just wants to keep everyone safe."

It's been long enough now since she was home that she knlws she should miss Bill Harken, but it's hard when she can't actually remember him.

But hey, this isn't about her. It's about this tall dude and that more than friend of his out there.

"No way, you and a sea serpent?" Kat isn't sure if this is her first time hearing about interspecies relationships, but she does know one thing: "That's wild. He must be really nice to date a scaredy cat like you."

She's teasing. Memory problems or not, she is a champion at teasing tall people. Never mind everyone's taller than her tiny self, okay.

The comparison to a bear makes Carlisle absolutely cringe, his nose wrinkling in disgust as he completely misses the actual description of such a character. As she continues, making yet another allusion to an animal, she draws him from his initial reaction. Is that an indicator of the world she comes from? Do they have Forest Folk, as well? He shakes himself out of his momentary pondering, a tremor running down his spine as he considers a world full of bear-kind. How perfectly dreadful that must be.

"H- he is no more a serpent than I am a cat," he remarks finally, attempting to find a topic that doesn't involve bears. "He is merely able to adjust his form. And I'm human. You cannot be so blind as to assume otherwise."

Apparently, the term 'scaredy cat' isn't one used in his world.

Carlisle cringes and takes her literally, and Kat decides right then that she likes him. Tall people who act tough and are easy to poke fun at may be her favorite people.

"It's just a saying." She laughs a little. "I'm Kat. Not a cat. I mean my name is Kat, k-a-t. And I'm already impressed by your uh, more than friend out there. I've never met anyone who can shapeshift like that."

The rest of the team has, but if they told Kat about it, she's long since forgotten it.

"His name is Glacius," Carlisle informs, making a mental note in the back of his mind about her name and how confusing that must be if she is from a world with a plethora of Forest Folk. He continues without introducing himself: "You are now one of the few to have seen him like this. It is a rarity he shifts so dramatically, but this change in scenery did call for it, I believe."

Poor Carlisle. Kat is from a much more boring world than his. No Forest Folk, only humans and Alphas. And, you know, every other species. But those are the only two who are highly intelligent like them.

"If I could turn into something like that, I would. How else are we supposed to get from island to island here? Mopeds aren't made for submarine cruising.

Don't think you're getting away with not saying your name, though.

"So that's Glacius. I'm Kat. And you're...?"

"Carlisle Longinmouth," he replies, the lengthy name sliding of his tongue with ease despite the excessive number of syllables. It's certainly a sharp contrast to the brevity provided by 'Kat.'

"As for how others are supposed to travel from island to island," he continues, not missing a beat, "perhaps they should have thought about that before participating in the false gods' little survey. This isn't idea, but I will admit that it is vastly preferable to the jungle."

He says that last part with some venom; apparently, he is not a fan of jungles at all.

"More like Carlisle Long-in-name, eh?"

Kat...

"Not everyone voted for the islands, right? Sucks for everyone who voted for another place." She shrugs. "I didn't vote at all, and now I have to figure out how to travel."

"I suppose we all will," Carlisle returns, acknowledging her comment about his name with a roll of his eyes so dramatic that Glacius likely felt it from beyond the shore. "I will be the first to admit that I preferred the cave."

Some people missed the sunlight, but Carlisle actually didn't mind what they had. No sporadic weather save for what was caused by the false gods themselves, no blistering heat or endless waters. Day in and day out, almost always the same. He liked that kind of reliability.

Oh man. Yep, she likes this guy. That super extra eyeroll sealed it for her.

"Cave. That sounds pretty cool. There must've been a ton to explore." She probably would've liked it too. Except-- "I'd miss the sky, though. I'd be afraid of forgetting what it looks like."

For anyone else, that's an exaggeration, but for Kat, it's a real fear, rooted in the downside of what makes her so unpredictable in a fight, and in life in general.

"I don't see what there is to forget," Carlisle grumbles, waving dismissively to the space above them. "It's high. Bright. Dreadful when it has two suns. Makes the people below it feel insignificantly small."

Or maybe that's just him. Either way, the tone Carlisle takes when talking about it sounds as though he's holding a slight grudge against the sky for merely existing.

"What'd the sky ever do to you?" Carlisle pls chill, is what she's saying. "There's a lot to forget. The color, all the different clouds, how dark it gets before a storm, rain, snow, lightning, the moon, the stars..."

She pauses, looks out to where she last saw Glacius in the water, and shrugs, her smile fading. "I'd hate to forget it."

It'd been a constant back home, always there for her no matter how much time passed. She might not remember her own family, but she could always count on the sky being there.

"And I mean, I feel small all the time. Especially next to tall people." Lmao amirite, tall dude?

Though Carlisle gives Kat a look somewhere between confused and contemptuous, he says nothing more about her observations on the sky. Perhaps they have very different values for such things; after all, it's not his memories of the color of the sky that Carlisle fears losing. To him, there is so much more at stake down the road that such a loss would be paltry in comparison, at best.

He glances down at her, chiding himself inwardly for his lack of empathy. "I suppose this conversation is not helping with that."

It's definitely a matter of perspective. To Kat, losing memories is losing everything, but from Carlisle's perspective... well. Kat doesn't know any of that, and it's probably for the best right now. She might tell Carlisle about "YOLO" and honestly that mind not go so well. She's better about handing out YOLO as advice these days, but still.

Okay he walked right into this, so: "Not really. How tall are you, anyway?"

Humor her, she'll get serious again in time. ...maybe.

"Taller than my father, who stood like a mountain," Carlisle answers -- it rolls off his tongue, as an oft-used colloquialism would. "Though I cannot say the height has given me an advantage in life. It is far more difficult to avoid attention when you're so tall."

Given who he is and what family he comes from, he has wished he were shorter more than once in his life; however, he knows good and well that if he were, he'd likely see that as another point against his place in the Longinmouth line. He has far too much against him in that regard as it is.

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Beach Boys [open]

open to both of them, together or separate, anything's good; south island

Carlisle first, then Glacius can join later!

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