video. un: hartbeat.

[recoined]

( kimberly hart does not have time for this. this, of course, being the entire wishing well garbage. she's currently seated on one of the stone benches, elbows resting on her knees, one hand pressed firmly to the bridge of her nose as she tries her best to ignore the casual bitching of her friend in the background. her friend who is, you know, currently half in the water. her friend that's a goddamn fucking mermaid, with a great big giant floppy tail and everything, who just so happens to also not have a fucking shirt on.  

it's just a lot, okay, and kimberly isn't really prepared for it. she hasn't had nearly enough caffeine yet today, but she can't just sit here either. so. head up, face the camera, smile. go back to being a cheerleader, and just focus on getting through halftime. or something, whatever. she's a bit out of practice. )

Hey, so — ( and as soon as the words get out of her mouth, clary's high pitched freakout can be heard steadily rising in volume in the background; kimberly's whole body turns like a whip, voice snapping, ) Clary! Can you not!

( which, okay, maybe it's a little harsh, but. whatever. she's trying to help. )

Hey. So. Cadelle. Does anybody have, like, a wheelbarrow... or a hose... or one of those stupid Nerf water pistols? Because my friend here just turned herself into a goddamn mermaid — yes, Clary, I'm talking about you!

( more fingertips pinching the bridge of her nose. more deep breaths. she can do this. focus. think about yoga. )

Does anybody have anything that might help? Or know what kind of fish merpeople eat? Or... anything?

( please, for the love of god, anything. )

That'd be great. If you could, like, let me know? Or maybe come help out, if you've got stuff? Or — oh! — if anybody knows where I can get a kiddie pool? Yeah. That'd be good too.

( somebody help her. )

Anyway, yeah. That's... that's about it. Thanks? Okay, bye.

( end feed. )

Comments

un: steel; video

[istoriografos]

[ Good to know some people got themselves into worse situations than he did. At his worst, he's just like, a handsome dude who's shirts keep on falling off of him because apparently the oil on his chest is magic or something, what the hell does he know. At least he's not a merman. ]

Technically if you follow some myths about mermaids, they kinda eat... men...

But I'm sure seafood of any kind would be fine?

[ Eek. ]

I can carry her if you need, by the way, I'm like the strongman at the circus right now. [ All the time, actually, but right now he really looks like it. ]

[recoined]

( WHY IS THIS HAPPENING. )

Men?! ( no. sorry, clary, you can't be a cannibal. ) I thought they were, like, dolphin people? I can't just give her a dragon roll from the sushi place??

( this is too much. nate is too much. she'll have to squint now, though, and take her hands away from her face — and then try really hard not to burst out laughing at how fucking shiny this guy is. the oil is very... reflective. )

Okay, Baywatch. But we have to have somewhere to carry her to, and I don't think our bathtub is big enough.

[istoriografos]

It depends on the legend, but some of them were rumored to be these beautiful sea creatures that sang to attract ships, and men would throw themselves overboard to find them because they were so enticing, and there you go, fish food.

[ Shrug. He didn't write it! ]

I'm sure she still eats the same things. Did you ask her? Is she even hungry?

[ Oh wow you did not just call him Baywatch. ]

One, I'm not a lifeguard, and two, okay so if we can't do Splash, does Cadelle have a pool? A spa, maybe?

[creatio]

I'm not going to eat a man!

( Yeah, sorry. That's shouted through Kimberly's own feed, Clary is sounding a little shrill. It's weird. Usually she's so chill. )

I can't even sing!

[istoriografos]

Okay!

[ Cool, good to know. Maybe his answer is a little shrill, too. Can you blame him? He's just trying to help! ]

Are you even hungry?

video | un: whipsmart

[sororis]

[Izzy's very much split down the middle amused as hell and extremely worried.]

What the hell happened??

[HAVEN'T YOU LEARNED NOT TO DRINK HALLUCINOGENIC MAGIC WATER YET, CLARY]

Do you need anything else? Sea shells? [Okay, she's definitely back to cracking up.]

[recoined]

( kimberly's just entirely unimpressed by this entire chain of events. )

What happened? Oh, Clary just thought it'd be fun to go swimming in a questionable body of water, I guess, because now she's a fucking mermaid, Iz!

( HELP. )

... actually, if you have a bikini top handy? ( pointedly, her voice rising to carry towards where clary is currently doing dolphin flips in the background. ) Then somebody could stop flashing me every time she tries to do a flip!

[sororis]

[Isabelle chokes back a laugh, but nods and steels herself, swallows down the humor of the entire situation. It's still hilarious, but there will be time to laugh about it later. After it's taken care of. By the Angel...]

As a matter of fact, I do. I'll grab a few things and get out there. [All said while she begins digging through her room for a halter bikini top or three, and throws everything in a bucket from the bathroom. What she wouldn't do for a tarp. ….large garbage bag, maybe...]

[creatio]

( ET TU, ISABELLE? )

I thought you were my friend. ( Whine, whine. Izzy she has a tail, a tail and no bra, take pity. ) We don't know what happened. I was just swimming and then --.

( Her tail splashes, getting water droplets on her phone. )

[sororis]

I am your friend, Clary.

[She's the picture of maternal patience, though just beneath the surface is a mixture of amusement and distress. She never expected to be the Mom Friend, but here she is.]

I'm on my way right now with a bikini and we're going to figure this out. And then we can have a talk about you and lakes. [Okay, the amusement is winning out.]

video| un: reyes

[acuerdo]

[well if that's not a whole hell of a lot different, he thinks. robbie's been firmly attached to a wrench, having heard talk of the wishing well — hard not to considering that everyone is a buzz with gossip about it — but not yet ventured to visit the location.]

I'm good for some heavy lifting... [as is kimberly but that's not the point here is it?] but is Clary in any danger if you leave her there long enough to go stop by a market for fish?

Or is she one of those vegetarian mermaids?

[as soon as the words leave his mouth he shakes his head at how completely ridiculous this is. also, that clary can no doubt hear him asking about her as if she can't hear. time to fix that.]

Sorry, Clary. Did you want a seaweed salad or maybe a tuna sandwich?

[roberto, please. this is not helping.]

[recoined]

( he's just lucky she hasn't started texting him to bring water in the trunk of his car. baby's not answering his phone, and she hasn't found anyone to bring her a wheelbarrow or a suitcase or anything. )

She says she's not hungry. ( #eyeroll. ) But we can't just leave her here, Robbie, she has to get home. And I'm sorry, but I'm not going without showers just so she can live in the bathtub.

( absolutely not. and she's pretty sure robbie and baby don't want kimberly hogging their bathroom too. )

Can you get a kiddie pool or something at the store that we can fill up? I know it's not summer yet but maybe somebody has something in the back? Or in storage?

[acuerdo]

No one's saying you have to give up showers. [he squints as he thinks about what he can offer up because he doesn't really like the idea of sharing the bathroom with yet another person. after a few seconds he has a eureka moment and a grin crosses his face.]

Don't they have showers at the gym that you can use?

I'd get a pool, but where are you going to put it? The backyard doesn't have that much cover. She probably shouldn't stay out in the sun.

And why aren't you focusing on figuring out how to fix her problem?

[creatio]

I'm not hungry.

( The whole drama has put her right off, but considering she doesn't know how long she'll be like this, it is something she has to worry about. )

I was just going to have ramen for dinner anyway. I could probably still eat that. Maybe. I don't think noodles are bad. It's not like dogs and chocolate.

( Is it? Why is this happening. )

[acuerdo]

But I'm guessing you will be at some point.

[he's more than a little out of his element. who knows what mermaids eat. he assumes something from the ocean, but cup of noodles doesn't sound like it'll be bad. maybe a little salty, but for an ocean dwelling creature...]

I can bring you some if you'd like. Or uh anything else you might need... [like clothes... maybe?]

[fadingspark]

[the video is of Stiles' eyes in a slit of bubblewrap]

I can try and levitate her into a pool or something. But if you're right by the wishing pond, why not just stay in the pond?

[recoined]

I can't just leave her in the pond? ( like, how is that not obvious? ) There's no food here, okay, and her hair is going to be disgusting if she swims around in pond water for whoever knows how long it'll take before she un-mermaids.

... if she un-mermaids. Oh my god, this is a disaster.

[fadingspark]

OK, Kimberly. Breathe.

The whole being in water thing is to make sure she is breathing and doesn't dehydrate. That's more important than her hair, which she can get a swim cap to protect, or just put into a ponytail for now and take a long shower when she's back to normal. You're going to have to bring her food no matter where she is, right?

[ the voice of reason from behind a bubble suit ]

[creatio]

I'm pretty sure the wishing pool is the reason I'm like this in the first place.

( At least she's stopped yelling. )

What if it turns me into a full fish lady eventually? Because I'm not the luckiest person around, so if it was going to happen to anyone it'd be me.

[fadingspark]

How did you end up like this in the first place? What did you wish for?

un: littlebird; video

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa has never seen a proper mermaid but she's slightly more prepared for this than she could be if only because the sigil of House Manderly is a merman on a field of white. At some point, they must have existed, yes? She can only offer one thing in assistance, though. )

Merfolk are legends in Westeros but I think your friend might find my garden pool more comfortable than a wheelbarrow. Would you like to bring her to my townhouse in the Central District?

[recoined]

( you know what? she can't even say anything anymore. of course sansa has a garden pool that's just right for a mermaid. that makes perfect sense. )

... why not. ( it can't get any worse, right? ) How do you suggest I get her there?

[creatio]

( Sansa is the first person Clary doesn't think to be sarcastic at, mostly because she notices the red hair first. It wouldn't be right to shriek at a redheaded sister. )

Is it like, an actual pool? And not something made out of plastic?

( Because she'd been worried about that. Just laying there like a giant fish loser in something decorated with ducks. )

I mean, not that I'll say no if it is plastic. Sorry, I'm being rude.

un: mechanic; video.

[scrimshanding]

Don't know where you are on the wheelbarrow front. But I've got one you could borrow.

[creatio]

I really don't know how we're going to get my tail in a wheelbarrow. Like it's pretty big.

( Things she never thought she'd say, ever. )