[PRP] All Eyes on Me (Stemma + Mirrims)

[zeflamigo]

Stemma takes her new friends to the beach.

 

[zeflamigo]

Stemma proudly stood over a rock, observing a small secluded patch of beach hidden by wave and wind-battered rocks. It was a lovely little cove, perfect for peaceful sand-castle building or just lounging by the water. She fixed her wide brimmed hat, spinning around to her two blueblooded companions. She coughed before making her announcement.

"Welcome, lovely Mirrims!" She clapped her hands in excitement. "This cove has it all, perfect black sand beaches, gentle waters, and even a little tide pool at the right time of night!" She jumped down from her rocky perch, walking backwards and beckoning the twins to follow.

"What would youuuu want to do first?" She asked, twirling in her tutu bathing suit.

Sypon

summer AND winter fun?

seekingCylem

this friendship has it all

 

[seekingCylem]

Oisier huffed and puffed as they caught up with Stemma. Even if they were still technically in Civisect, marching across sand dunes was a completely different type of exercise than what they were used to. The picnic basket they were hauling didn't help matters. Planariant kept close, fretting over their charge. It wasn't like they could carry much, though, even if Oisier wanted them to. They didn't want to look that weak in front of anyone, much less Stemma and Reisio.

The view as they crested the last dune immediately rekindle Oisier's enthusiasm. It was the perfect patch of beach--and it was all theirs! At this time of the season, the beach surrounding the boardwalk would be swarmed with tourists and locals alike. Oisier didn't think they'd ever seen a beach so pristine.

"It's..! Beautiful..!" They exclaimed, catching their breath and sliding the rest of the way down the dune. They dropped the picnic basket unceremoniously in the sand and ran, unburdened the rest of the way after Stemma. They'd thankfully been practical enough to wear proper swim shoes that night rather than their usual plated boots. It was odd how light they felt without so many layers. Their swimsuit was one-piece with short sleeves, short shorts, and a square sailor's collar. White with their hue in the trim, of course.

Oisier stopped at Stemma's side and pushed their shades up their nose. It was slippery with the amount of moonscreen their lusii had insisted they apply. "Hmm," Oisier hummed thoughtfully. To be honest, they couldn't remember the last time they set foot on the beach that wasn't for some Bloodfest Event or somesuch. What did people even do at these places when prizes weren't involved? "Reisio! What do you think?"

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Sypon

Oisier passes the beetle

 

[Sypon]

Feeling the stretch of their toes (albeit in their swimming shoes) and the heat of effort on their legs was a nice feeling. Reisio bounded ahead, holding a newly purchased duffel bag filled with unchristened beach activity items. Their grin - something of a grimace and a lip-bite, not particularly childish or beaming - was uncharacteristic.

"We should get out more," they commented, dropping the bag into the sand. Stemma sure did have a lot of know-how. Street smarts? Whatever.

"Are there... Shipwrecks nearby?" They thought back to tales of seadweller battles on the sea in old, ancient boats made of wood and steel. Harpoons shooting lasers into the sand, creating glassy sculptures on the banks. Such romance would surely end in evidence of these stories... If they were more than stories. It was a naive thought, but a hopeful one.

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seekingCylem

 

[zeflamigo]

Stemma tsk-ed audibly. "Shipwrecks are common enough on this shore, and it's a real pain." She whined, pouting and stamping the ground with her feet. "All the bodies are like, impossible to bury. I try to put em in the sand, but they keep popping back up!"

She looked at Krampa for backup. The goat-man had sat down on the beach, enjoying the view. He grumbled agreeably, mumbling something to Stemma with his low voice. She thought about it for a moment and nodded before turning back to the Mirrims.

"Krampa says it's because they're sinners for encroaching on royal territory." She shrugged. "Anyways, there's a little wreck in the water just a little bit... mmm..." Stemma tried to remember, and when she did she pointed vaguely in the direction she saw it. "That way! We could snorkel over to it, if you wanna see!"

Stemma beamed, waiting confidently for the twins' response.

Sypon

seekingCylem

 

[seekingCylem]

"Yes, shipwrecks! A wonderful idea, Reisio," Oisier exclaimed, already caught up in tales of ancient trolls; duels between seadwellers and gambligants. Buried treasure lost to the ages.

They were surprised when Stemma appeared to treat the prospect of exploring a shipwreck with casual familiarity. "Really? You've been on one? You even found bodies? How old were they? Were they military or... gambligants," Oisier whispered, awestruck at the possibility that they lived so close to actual, historical pirate ships.

They spared a glance over to the lusii on the beach. Planariant had taken to crawling up and down the surf, no doubt eating whatever washed ashore.

Oisier's attention was focused on Stemma. "Yes! Absolutely!" Their eye flickered to Reisio in confirmation.

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Sypon

 

[Sypon]

Reisio hadn't expected much, but Stemma's response put them over the moon. She had seen them? She had seen the bodies? Their pusher leapt. She was so cool! A bit more worldly and perhaps more independent than they were - not that being a half of a pair was restrictive, just that it seemed her lusus was forward and made her active. That was it - he was proactive in encouraging her to do activities. Not that the flatworm lusii were restrictive, either - but...

Reisio batted the thought away and hummed in excited agreement with Oisier's questioning. "Yes! Absolutely!" They echoed.  

[Sypon]

Wrapping up this RP since it's 2020 babey!!!

For posterity, a quick wrap-up:

The kids have an inoffensive time at the beach, poking invertebrates and finding minor traysures.