One unenthusiastic video under sea [13/??? artefacts collected]

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[ Philip's face is looking perfectly normal (if a little crabby in the strictly mood-related sense of the word). Shoulders, arms, no problem there. His chest, not currently covered by any sort of clothing, is looking just a tad more blueish and... transparent than it should.

Opacity only decreases from there, making Phil entirely light blue and see-through below his stomach. Below the waist it looks like he's been torn and tattered, his body segueing into a thick bundle of thin tentacles where his legs should be.

Or in other words: Philip, now with roughly 65% more this. ]

How is that even--

[ The blue tentacles whirl around as Philip turns and spins nervously in front of his algae-encrusted mirror, placing his hands behind his back to confirm that there is indeed nothing whatsoever between the front and the back of his body.

He spins a few more times before letting himself drift onto his mattress with resignation. ]

...I want my organs back.

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[blimeyjamwalls.livejournal.com]

[ Haha, it looks like his lower half's gone through a paper-shredder. ]

My complements for being able to swim at all.

[ While he's smiling and talking, he's also undoing buttons and untying fabric. Give him a minute here, though; he is wearing ALL OF THE CLOTHES after all. ]

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[ Sure, as much time as you need.

Philip will just be floating here, enjoying the view. Of the vast and majestic ocean. ]

so just to be clear, these two are literally sleeping together, right?

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[ This isn't as embarrassing as you might think; Philip is a fellow bloke after all. Daniel backtracks to the bed and folds (as far as is possible) his things onto it as they come off. Cravat! Tie tack! Waistcoat! Waterlogged pocketwatch! Shirt! Undershirt! Corset!

But he can leave his parasol on. ]

GAH! Why would you even say that?! Don't soil their pure and platonic-- ...yes. Yes they are.

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[ Floating, floating, floating, oh what a nice ocean this is, floating, la dee da~ ]

...Did you think about what you're going to eat? We were talking about it earlier, apparently the fridges only have seaweed now and some of us [ Philip. Mostly Philip. 8| ] don't even have a stomach to begin with...

[ ...What? That's the kind of thing you make small talk about under water, right? ]

Someone, somewhere is writing an angry rant about us right now.

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[ He keeps his arms vaguely in front of his torso, because okay maybe this is a little bit embarrassing. But he doesn't voice any more objections; Phil seems perfectly comfortable with the lack of clothes and Daniel doesn't want to be the one who can't deal with it. ]

...I hadn't really thought of it just yet.

[ He shoots his dark torso a not entirely happy look, then makes for the window again, pausing just inside it. He's seriously about to swim out through his bedroom window using his fish tail. What even. ]

Do you suppose the kitchen will still provide board?

To them I say BAH and may crocodiles bite their genitals in the morning! /BASKS IN ANGRY RANTS

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[ Philip shrugs. ]

We can have a look. If you want we could...

[ He pushes himself off the wall, spreading his tentacles in all their paper-shredded glory and hovering a few feet away from the window, wearing nothing whatsoever his best double dare you grin. ]

...drop in right now.

[blimeyjamwalls.livejournal.com]

[ Daniel peers out of the window. It's a long way down.

...Then again, he's a fish. :|

He grins back at Philip, a little nervous but game nonetheless. ]

We'll see if you can eat without a stomach.

[ He pushes himself out of the window, flails a little, then finds himself floating instead of falling and grins again with more confidence. ]

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[ Philip laughs and leans forward to look down at his see-through self, worrying slightly what might happen to it when used without an instruction manual.

But then again, this is Mister Oh-yummy-experimental-drugs-LET'S-DO-IT we're talking about here, so regular food is hardly even a challenge.

He takes a look at Daniel's free body culture swimming progress. ]

...See? It's almost just like walking.

[ Except not like walking at all, but... you know, you get the idea. ]

[blimeyjamwalls.livejournal.com]

[ ...Frictional protagonists really have a lot in common, don't they? ]

Or like flying, as people might practice it in dreams.

[ He's trying to scull with his arms as well as beat his tail, and it's pretty much the only thing keeping him from spinning in a circle. Daniel, you suck at underwater steering. ]

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[ HEY BRO HEY. WANNA FIND SOMEBODY WHO DROWNED AND INJECT OURSELVES WITH THEIR BLOOD?

...

In other news, seeing Daniel's navigation difficulties so close to him makes Philip float to the side cautiously.

Steering isn't such an issue for him, but controlling the movements of his tentacles is just about as simple as controlling long hair in a storm.

...No, a tentacle scrunchy is not an option. ]

Just, uhm... don't swim too close to me. Those [ Gesture towards paper-shredded lower half. ] are a little... unpredictable.

[blimeyjamwalls.livejournal.com]

[ DO I EVER! :D ]

Can you not control them?

[ He's worried for Phil rather than for himself; hell if he remembers that a jellyfish stings. ]

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I can manoeuvre, but I can't really help where they drift off to when I'm not moving.

...I'll keep my distance, just be careful you don't accidentally swim into them.

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Why not?

[ THAT MEANS REACH OUT TO POKE THEM AND FIND OUT, RIGHT? ]

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

Because they snodon'ttouchthem!

[...And that's as far as that explanation goes. ]

Daniel you walking derp.

[blimeyjamwalls.livejournal.com]

Ah! Damn it!

[ He snatches his hand back, and thrashes the water with his tail, managing to propel himself away from the stinging mass. And maybe he'll have learned an important lesson here about touching unknown dangerous things, but probably not. ]

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[ Expression-wise Philip is currently struggling with a tie between worry and pity on account of his friend's pain, a reproachful glare to shun the disregard of his advice and plain laughter about the comicality of it all.

Philip eventually settles for sympathy, throwing just the tiniest bit of incredulous scolding into the mix. ]

Daniel, how does 'be careful not to swim too close to them' translate to 'go ahead and touch them right now'?

[ And there is nothing at all hypocritical about the statement of Philip Burn-the-documents-and-raise-no-further-questions-is-just-another-word-for-let's-book-a-trip-to-Greenland LaFresque.

...Anyway, scolding moment over. By now Philip already knows that he's poisonous, but not dangerously so. He still would've preferred to spare others the experience, but... well.

He sighs and carefully drifts a little closer to Daniel. ]

...Are you okay?

[blimeyjamwalls.livejournal.com]

[ Well, the shock of it made his hand smart horribly , AND NOW HE'S BEING SCOLDED, so no, not especially. ]

How was I to know that would happen?!

[ He flails his hand frantically through the water, trying to rid it of the ribbony blue tentacle that's stuck to his palm. Shockingly, he hasn't been dumb enough to try to pull it off with the uninjured hand. ]

Philip, you are still stuck to me!

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[ Philip looks down on himself, spotting after some concentration the one tentacle that is now significantly shorter than its companions. Huh. Apparently he didn't notice that at all. ]

Just--

[ He reaches for Daniel's arm while drifting as close as he safely can. ]

Just hold still for a moment, I'll get it off.

[blimeyjamwalls.livejournal.com]

[ He stills obligingly, clenching his teeth and flaring his... uh, gill flaps... because oh man it hurts and stings. ]

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ Philip carefully wraps the free-floating tentacle ribbon around one hand, then pulls its root out with his other.

He turns and unwraps it, letting the current carry it away (into a direction other than Daniel's face, thankfully). ]

Is it bad? You're supposed to soak the sting in vinegar or seawater, so...

{ I think what I love most about the two of you is how that sort of thing just keeps happening without me even having to lift any of the fingers I don't have. }

[blimeyjamwalls.livejournal.com]

Ahh - thank you.

[ Well, that helped a little bit, although his hand still hurts like buggery. The pattern where he touched the tentacle has begun to come up black against the pinkish-brown of his palm.

He hangs onto the back of his hand, though he's wary of touching the marks in case he stings his fingers. Then he waves the injured hand through the water some more, a lot less frantically, but still trying to relieve it. ]

I am sure I can bear it. [ He smiles, attempting to make light of it, because he's pretty aware that he just derped but hard. ] It seems I have lost my common sense on account of becoming a negroid fish.

[ ...oh no Daniel why. ]

1/ It might take a while

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2/???

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3/?!?!?!?!?!

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4/Why Daniel, WHY?!

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