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monstertruckers ([personal profile] monstertruckers) wrote in [community profile] memestertrucks2025-05-15 04:31 pm
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MAY TDM




Things are a little stranger than usual at the gas station and garage. Namely that gravity just isn't working as it should. Objects float, pieces of the floor float... Even unlucky new arrivals can also find themselves floating! It's going to be a challenge to get around without any scrapes or scratches... Though at least there's what looks like a hospital nearby? Granted, it's an upside down hospital, but it's better than nothing.

















01: SUMMONING CIRCLE


Drifters come to with an odd floating sensation hooked into their stomachs, and instead of laying on the concrete find themselves drifting a foot or two above the floor. An unfortunate few may be stuck on the ceiling. Whether they crash down hard into the floor (and the various vials, daggers, and broken glass scattered about) or remain floating in the air is a coin toss.

Still, it might be best to lend a hand with pulling them back to the ground, and hoping gravity will work as normal in another breath or two.

Once they make their way out, they can see a gas station and garage located in the midst of strange, floating rocks… And an upside down hospital close by, for those who had a rougher landing.

02: START UP
New arrivals will have a similar experience to before; a Convoy waiting for them, and a collection of vehicles, one of which feels like it belongs to them. The key to the vehicle may already be in the ignition, on the dashboard… It may have even been on their person, ever since they woke up in that garage. Either way, Drifters have the keys to the vehicle now.

…But there’s a few rough edges on these vehicles. Flat tires, cracked windows and mirrors, maybe some stuck doors and locks; all of them the sort of thing that requires two pairs of hands and supplies. The garage can take care of the (sometimes floating) supplies… Now it’s just a matter of finding some extra hands.

And hopefully no one's vehicle has decided to float. But one can never be sure in a place like this.

03: HUSKS AND HAUNTS
The inverted hospital seems to have trouble deciding the exact formation of its hallways, whether the new arrivals should be walking on the ceiling, floors, or walls. But one thing that is certain: this place isn’t entirely deserted. Warnings of “Beware the Husks” have been spray painted on the walls. Metallic bodies line those same halls, some of them broken open. A wet trail leads from the broken Husks to the rafters… Where several odd monsters wait to drop down. Some look like they’ve merged with the hospital equipment, while others look like they’ve been cobbled together from different body parts. And all of them look ready to turn the newcomers into a corpse, or part of a specimen collection.

Strange, malformed chimeric creatures that are Unknown stalk the hallways. Unknowns come in three different colors, red aligned with fire, green with poison, and purple with lightning.

Adding to that are the various screens flickering on, and diagnose new arrivals as infected. The screens declare the infection seems to be contained, but requires further study… And if the monsters aren't enough to worry about, there’s also the restraint systems trying to activate and tie the new arrivals down.
04: TESTING (CW: Needles)
The deeper someone plunges into the hospital, the more the building reacts to them. More defenses are deployed, treating them as thieves or intruders. Traps and monsters alike wait for them, with syringes melded into the forms of attackers, or lining places where someone might step or reach for. The syringes make a quick bite on skin… But it’s only a few minutes later where the effects become clear. Something in those syringes is now in the blood and forcing monster transformations. There might be an antidote amongst the supplies… Or the newcomers might need to rely on each other, in order to stay anchored.

The needles can also force temporary Swarm traits, along with:
+Group Mind: compelled to link thoughts with other Drifters, to share emotions, memories, and achieve cohesion.
+An increasing reliance on telepathy/empathy/etc in place of speech.
+Increasing collectivist mindset. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few; this becomes more evident during high stress situations.
+Compelled to hunt and share their prey with others.
+Gravity Affinity: If possessing wings or the ability to wall climb, may freely hunt/traverse corrupted gravity areas.
05: LONG WAY DOWN
A portion of the gas station breaks away with groan and a rumble. And it is slowly pulled up and up, taking a portion of new comers with it! They (and anyone watching) will need to act fast, as gravity starts to go weird the further they rise. They’ll need to find a way back down, taking any supplies from the now-floating garage that they can grab.

What’s more, they are drifting closer to the broken moon, and that seems to be having a strange effect on those stranded on the new floating ruin. They may start to feel their control fray, and their forms shift, the higher they rise.

In terms of getting back down, there’s a handful of tow lines in the ruin that might work as ropes. There’s also a few pieces of rock that are floating up more slowly, and could work as stairs back down… Or there’s just jumping and falling fifty feet and hoping for the best.
06: PSYCHIC ECHOES
There's one last quirk to this area; a few scattered bits of odd plantlife, and the odd dead brain monster. While these things aren't a threat on their own (beyond being unnerving) they still pack a psychic punch; mainly in the form of temporary psychic abilities.

It's possible that after coming in contact with either plants or corpses, newcomers will find themselves gifted with either empathy (projecting or receiving emotions) telepathy, OR the ability to share their dreams with others, and having their dreams influenced by others in turn. This effect fades in just a day or so, but is still capable of causing mishaps.

MICRO ENCOUNTERS:

PLEASE NOTE! These are small bits of set dressing for players to include in threads if they wish, rather than full fledged prompts or events. You may handwave your exploration of these areas, or thread them out.

Broadcast: The garage contains a few burnt out monitors. But a handful of them are playing a message over and over again on loop, filled with static. It’s a recording of important looking people in lab coats advising people to remain indoors and avoiding all objects falling from the sky. Especially “moon shards.” They insist that they are working to contain and cure the infection, but the safest action is to remain inside.

Warped Air: As seen in Long Way Down, the air overhead has strange warped pockets in it. There seem to be slightly different shards hanging suspended in the air, looking more silvery than the surrounding rocks. Almost like it could have fallen from the broken moon overhead.

Medical supplies: Most of the medical supplies found in the hospital seem to consist of healing salves and potions, a handful of healing herbs, and a few antidotes for poison or sickness. As for reverting transformations… It’s advised that new comers be careful of taking any experimental medicine. It may revert a change. It may also leave them hallucinating nightmares and fears, and they’ll be wanting someone close by to help administer the drug.

NAVIGATION || RESERVES || APPLICATIONS













solitarysoul: (Scope)

[personal profile] solitarysoul 2025-05-18 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"Persona..." Had he heard that word before? Probably. "There are other people here who fight like that."
facethefacts: i can just go get a new face tomorrow (bullet goes here)

[personal profile] facethefacts 2025-05-18 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
It's noticeable when Danse puts distance between them. Noticeable when their thoughts seem to slip further apart and perhaps barely touch one another's; like fingertips slipping just out of reach. Deacon is thankful for that, because his thoughts tend to spiral, and he spends enough of his time thinking of every regretful action he's ever taken and of every ghost that haunts his memory. There's a ghost right there with him he should be focusing on, but with Danse comes danger, too, because the other man is still coping with the fact that his history isn't what he thought it was. If he'd found out there had been even more he didn't know---

Nope. Spiraling again. He needs to focus.

"Roger that. Lead the way, boss." he replies, that humored tone he always tends to speak with really pulling it's weight, now. Deacon has always been exceptionally comfortable with lying. The fact that someone can hear his truths is actually terrifying. It's the most vulnerable he's ever been in ages, and given his history with Danse in particular, that makes it even moreso.

"How about you tell me more about this place," he suggests, hoping for a distraction, "I mean, you know, the real insider info. Who you trust. Who you don't. Who makes the best moonshine. That sort of thing."
purplexing: (mmhmm)

[personal profile] purplexing 2025-05-18 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't worry, I see them," Donnie acknowledges. Hopefully the man doesn't get weirded out by his hand, consisting of only a thumb and two fingers, but he's grasped firmly and hauled closer to the ground all the same.

"What, gravity doesn't break where you're from? Imagine that." The turtle's tone is by default a sarcastic one, so it's not much of a difference when he's actually being so. "Don't know if it'll be a reassurance to let you know that this seems to be the trend here at least. -the ah, bringing people in from elsewhere part. The floating is new, or exclusive to this area. Maybe."

He tries to find something for Martin to hold onto so he won't go floating off again before moving to snatch those glasses. "Aaand here you go."
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[personal profile] serialmurderbot 2025-05-18 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[Impossible to tell whether it was the warning or some other instinct that had SecUnit turning before Maggie's even finished the first word, but the creature appears too fast, ghosting into range with limbs extending wide. One arm half-raised as it turned, SecUnit didn't have a chance to fire the embedded weapon before the knife sprouted out of the collection of features that could only in the broadest definition be called a face.

It doesn't make a sound - the stranger or the monster - but reaches up to yank the knife out of the Unknown's face by the handle. There's no braggadocious holding the line, here - as soon as the knife is in hand it's bolting after the woman, booted feet echoing against the torn-up floor of the hospital as it follows her. There's another sound behind them, fainter and more... squishy, of something plopping down from the ceiling, some organic things moving after them.]


Keep going.

[It doesn't offer the knife back mid-sprint, but turns behind it to fire another shot, the bright flash of the energy weapon filling their surroundings as it fires the weapon embedded in its forearm.]
phantomshow: (so hold on tight)

[personal profile] phantomshow 2025-05-18 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Akechi told Ren of one Persona-user other than them was also among their numbers here, but Ren hasn’t met him yet. And Ren is naturally a bit guarded around other people he doesn’t know, especially after the past year of Phantom Thieving. He doesn’t mind it being known here that he has a Persona, but Akechi’s secrets are his own to keep or share.

Ren hums a note of interest but otherwise doesn’t indicate one way or another if this is news to him.

“You know them?”
solitarysoul: (Doggy neutral)

[personal profile] solitarysoul 2025-05-18 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
He nods. "I'm pretty sure Akechi has one. I haven't fought with him much, though. What do you mean its a part of you?"
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[personal profile] propatriamori 2025-05-18 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's all right, not your fault." Edward's heart is thumping away, and he pounds himself once or twice on the chest to try and calm it. "My eyes, you see."

He gestures at them. Blind! Scarred! A mess!

"I could, yes. Can you lead me out of here?" He holds one arm outward, offering it for Levi to take.
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[personal profile] solitarysoul 2025-05-18 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Levi wants to ask how this guy got in here since he can't see but he holds his tongue. Instead he straps his rifle to his back and carefully takes Edward's arm. His hands feel a bit weird, like he's got rough gloves but only on his finger tips and part of his palm (he's got pads). He has claws, too, but he's careful with those. "I can do that. Its not entirely safe, though, so be careful. If I say to stop stop."
Edited (forgot beans!) 2025-05-18 21:01 (UTC)
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[personal profile] androidvictoriam 2025-05-18 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Danse is gradually getting used to people around here being able to casually touch him without their hands bouncing off a solid six inches of metal. It's nice, actually, easing into it with little brushes and back pats and handshakes and things like that here and there. A sudden tight hug is a bit like being tossed into the deep end of the pool--

--but that's nice too, he realizes, even though it makes his whole frame stiffen with surprise for a second or two. Nobody's done that in as long as he can remember. Haylen had been obliged to make do with crying against the shoulder of his armor. It brings a pleased warm flush to his face, enough to keep him from immediately noticing how cold she feels in turn as he gingerly returns the hug and pats her on the back before disengaging. ]


Honestly, I've been here long enough that I should have a better answer, but it's a mystery. All anyone seems to know is that some kind of Children of Atom-type cult shenanigans might be afoot. It's really not my field of expertise. Valentine would be more in his element here.

[ He has been homesick, if he even misses Nick. There's more he could try to explain, if he knew where to start--the mysterious luxuries of the convoy, the strange mutations they're all undergoing--but the paleness of her skin finally sinks in, and he frowns with some concern. ]

--You're not feeling sick, are you?
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Patience McCray | Dinoverse

[personal profile] acrocanthosaurus 2025-05-19 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Patience is a human girl whose mind has been rendered into "a being of pure thought-energy" and attached to a borderline sapient Acrocanthosaurus, a large theropod dinosaur. She's got some kind of harsh-textured dark brown covering that looks a little like stiff fur from a distance but might be quill-like feathers or just modified scales up close. Brighter amber spots are visible and longer quills sprout down the length of her spine, standing or bristling at times. When she talks, you 'hear' the voice of a teen girl ('tough jock' edition) but it's a psychic overlay over the sounds an acro can make - chuffs, growls, clicking etc, which can be perceived under it if you pay enough attention.

...to make things a little easier, she's also 'only' about neovenator size.]

Summoning circle
[you've always wanted to see a dinosaur flailing in the air making frustrated huffs and hisses, haven't you?

Patience can't get her feet or tail to the ground, regardless of kicking and gyrating, and that's taken precedence over the sight and smell of this very un-Cretaceous setting, until she catches sight of you. Then she goes still, moving her head to stare dead on out of both round red-orange eyes. After a long moment:]


Oh, this is bullshit.

wildcard
[I gotta go. If you wanna encounter Patience wandering around outside or having a harder time in the enclosed environment of inside, attacking stuff etc, feel free! Should she see something (someone?) weird and threatening she tries to deescalate first with lines like 'Okay, look, if we gotta rumble we'll rumble, but we can talk this out']
Edited 2025-05-19 01:57 (UTC)
invisiblefloatinghead: (Scientifical Glasses Adjustment)

[personal profile] invisiblefloatinghead 2025-05-19 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, the hand is weird, alright, but seeing as how its owner is being helpful and having a rational discussion, there's no sense in making a fuss. "Thankfully, the laws of physics where I'm from remain mercifully constant." He supposes there's a case against that given some of what he's seen and done as half a superhero, but that's neither here nor there. "And if the floating's exclusive to this area, then I'll be glad to be well away from it." It's frustrating; he should be able to land, Firestorm can fly, he should know this, know how to land, but for the moment, his feet have somewhat been knocked out from under him.

He gratefully takes the glasses. "Ah, thank you." Puts them on, and...

...yep, that sure is a giant turtle. He takes off the glasses, squints at them, and puts them back on. They're fine. "Well, now I suppose I've seen everything." He's pretty calm about it, at least. "Though I suppose you haven't had to deal with a floating physicist before, so we're probably even."
purplexing: (dubious leo plans)

[personal profile] purplexing 2025-05-19 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Good to know! Wish that applied to this place. I thought gravity was only broken with the whole moon deal, but then we came here..!"

Donnie huffs, clearly still annoyed by the whole thing. Gravity warped from a giant alien ship in the near atmosphere is one thing, but so far as he can tell, there is no reason for things like this to be occurring where they are now.

He blinks, looking back at the man as he goes through the motions, a dry smirk tugging on his face. Well, he supposes not everyone is used to mutant turtles, or soft-shelled ones with wings. At least there's no here's screamed, but there's been plenty worse to scream about around here, in his opinion.

"I'd be more surprised if you have been familiarized with mutant turtles, really. Haven't had to deal with floating people in general before. But a physicist, you say?" His brows arch, interest definitely sparked.
undyingcrow: (distant)

[personal profile] undyingcrow 2025-05-19 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
Someone believing in him... Heh. Now, isn't that funny? Something that could have saved his life all those years ago, kept him from making so many irreversible mistakes.

A small ripple of disappointment pulses through the dream when Ren pulls back. Akechi tenses slightly, hoping Ren didn't notice.

Damn those shrubs, making him so open.

"I suppose there's no convincing you otherwise. You're hardly the sort to give up on others."
wereperrito: (smilesmall)

Re: Start up

[personal profile] wereperrito 2025-05-19 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
"I can help with that," Jack promises with a smile. He can feel that warming of her emotional aura with relief-- probably could have even if she weren't projecting it. The only psychic power he's picked up is a light empathic sense. "And if we grab the wrong one, we can always take it back and find something else." Jack is not afraid to make mistakes. "Er, I might need you to carry them, though. You look much stronger than me."
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[personal profile] mytearsaremine 2025-05-19 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
Well. Jolie has run into the strap-machines before, the ones who try to catch changed people and cage them. There are a couple inactive ones in this hallway, she can see them idle against the wall, and she knows she's way less changed than the Unknown, so she'll be less of a target.

She backs up a step, takes aim, and smacks a rock instead into one of the nearest ones. It creaks to life with a mechanical groan, but lashes one of its bandage-like appendages around one of the Unknown's tentacles.
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[personal profile] phantomshow 2025-05-19 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
It truly is a shame they didn’t meet years ago. Not only could Ren have made a difference in Akechi’s life, but they also could have forged a bond with each other sooner, even without any otherworldly interference.

Ren slips his hands in his pockets and shakes his head. “Sorry. You’re stuck with me now. I’ll never stop believing in you.”

It’s a promise - a vow he’s decided to make, not only to Akechi, but to himself as well. Something stirs in his heart, and it feels like the breaking of a chain he didn’t know was there.

“Let’s go home,” he says, and the scene shifts back to Leblanc. Not the cold, anguished Leblanc of last February - a different time that may or may not have happened in reality. Soft sunlight streams in through the door’s glass panes, and there’s a gentle warmth that envelops the café, the same loving warmth that has been radiating from Ren for so much of this dream. He steps behind the bar, slips on an apron, and starts setting up to make a cup of coffee.

“Your usual?” he asks, looking over to Akechi, a silent invitation to take a seat at the bar if he’d like.
undyingcrow: (smug)

[personal profile] undyingcrow 2025-05-19 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, I might as well enjoy this dream while it lasts." A smile finally takes hold of him, as he makes hiss way over to his usual spot. "I can't imagine it'll be easy to make Leblanc coffee or curry with the Convoy's supplies."

Ren will have to get creative, most likely, but surely he can adapt. He always has.
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[personal profile] phantomshow 2025-05-19 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
That smile is exactly what Ren likes to see. With any luck - and a good deal of effort - he hopes he’ll get to see more of them in the future. Akechi deserves to have some happiness in his life for once, even if they are stuck in a nightmare world.

“Probably not,” he says, with a smile of his own and a light shrug. “But I like a good challenge.”

He finishes making the coffee just the way Sojiro taught him and gently sets the cup and saucer down in front of Akechi.

“On the house,” he says, as if it could be anything else in a dream.
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[personal profile] cantgetoverit 2025-05-19 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Maggie grins triumphantly as they finally manage to clasp hands, her fingers grasping his firmly. There's half the battle, at least. Now it's just a matter of getting back on the ground.]

Gotcha!

[Her smile fades into a puzzled expression at his answer. Everything since waking up here should be impossible. Floating, waking up in a strange garage with no memory of how she got here. Maybe being here with a veteran from a war that occurred over a hundred years ago to her best recollection shouldn't come as such a shock, and it does make sense with his story.]

Aren't you a little young to have been in that war?
phantomshow: (so hold on tight)

husks! haunts! help?

[personal profile] phantomshow 2025-05-19 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
[It is EXTREMELY rude of whatever that was to throw Julie like that. Maybe this monster should pick on something its own size - like Ren’s Persona, for example. Which he is now summoning for an attack.]

Go down! [he shouts, and the birdlike demon figure behind him throws a spell of spiky orange light at the arms, aiming to smash them into stillness.

Attack complete, he turns to Julie wearing an expression of genuine concern and offers a hand up, if she’s inclined to take the help.]


Are you all right, miss?
phantomshow: (i'll find you)

[personal profile] phantomshow 2025-05-19 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, so Levi knows Akechi. Hopefully they’re on good terms, then. Ren knows Akechi isn’t always so easy to get along with, though he seems to be fitting in well with this group, from what he understands. Still, best not to assume.

“You’re friends with Akechi?”

As for the other question … Ren rubs a hand over the back of his neck and shrugs.

“I’m not really sure how else to explain it. He just … is.”
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Cloud Strife | Final Fantasy VII Comp.

[personal profile] omnicross 2025-05-19 08:29 am (UTC)(link)
03. Husks and Haunts
[He didn't want to go to the hospital, but that seemed like a likely place to find someone to talk to since the gas station was empty. He looked around the hospital, finding it odd and out of place. It was full of strange things that he didn't really want to think about it. He frowned to himself just a little as he watched the monsters on the rafters, he keeps walking through, hoping to find someone, anyone.] I see. I must be dreaming. This whole place feels like a dream.

[Except, he gets the odd feeling it's not. It feels like something that's really happening. Strange as that sounds.]

4. Testing
[Cloud gets bitten in the skin with a syringe, he hisses as he stomps on the monster who did it. His mouth contorts and his body feel weird, he falls to his knees as wings expand from his body, pain searing through his body as they protrude. The wings flap against his will and he ends up flying into the air, next he can hear the thoughts of people nearby and then he finds he wants to hunt something down, anything down.

He finds a deer, waiting in the woods, he goes after it and slices it's throat with his sword. He salivates at the mouth at the idea of cooking and eating it, but mostly he wants to eat it raw. What fun! He wants to eat it raw. What the hell is wrong with him? He tears into it's dead flesh, ripping it open and gathering pieces of meat ontop of each other. He turns toward his comrades, not surprised he's reacting this way. He should be surprised.] Who wants some?


05. Long Way Down
[The hell? What is going on? He is floating at least a 50 feet in the air, the air is thin up here and he's gasping for breath. He jumps down a few rocks, it gets better suddenly and he keeps climbing down. He can see people at the bottom of the rock stairs, looking up and pointing. He keeps going, the breathing gets better as he goes and he sighs, running a hand over his blonde spiky hair.

He feels sweaty, grimy and out of place. He knows he's going to end up falling, he gets the distinct feeling that he might. There's no way he won't. As he keeps going down, he suddenly feels very very tired. He could rest on this rock right here. it's big enough. There's room for a lay down. He's almost at the bottom, so he intends on sleeping for the next two hours. He'll get there eventually.

He lays down and closes his eyes. Nice, soft rock.]
buffylives: (pic#17819317)

Re: feel free to have her pick up on any of those thoughts btw!

[personal profile] buffylives 2025-05-19 08:54 am (UTC)(link)
[So many thoughts, all of them heartbreaking. This person sounds like her, just like her. I can't show an ounce of weakness or I'm a really bad leader. As the young man backs away from her, she frowns.] Hey, I'm just trying to help. You seem like you need help.

[She knows he's lying for some reason. It's a reason to think he needs a pep talk.] If you say so. [Maybe she is dreaming and this man is a manifestation of her own inner self.] You need to talk. It won't go away if you just keep saying you're fine.
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[personal profile] buffylives 2025-05-19 08:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Faith being here is at least something. The last time they really hung out, she had taken her body suit for a ride.] Just what I need, an apocalypse.

[It's sarcasm, she feels like she'll never get away from things like this. She needs a fresh coat of nail polish and her make up needs fixed. She takes a good look at Faith, she looks...like she needs a pile of make up on her face and several coats of nail polish. She doesn't look good.] You okay, Faith? You look...dead.

[She frowns. This isn't sitting right with her.] Nirvana? Like the band? Or Heaven?
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[personal profile] buffylives 2025-05-19 08:59 am (UTC)(link)
[She wants to bite this guy in the next. She doesn't think those are her normal thoughts, but he looks so bird like and delicious. She keeps herself restrained, because she knows this isn't her but something is creeping underneath the surface and trying to get her to let go.] Yes, water would be good. I can wait.

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