08-25-2020, 02:05 PM
[pre breakdown]
Georgia had avoided the jungle juice ordeal, the ritual; she knew what her deepest desire was, and she didn't care to see it. She was all for getting drunk and having some fun, but purposefully induced hallucinations? No thank you. If The Typhooners didn't like her disagreement, they could throw her out. It would sting, but it would be nothing new.
This time, she was following Seapaw; she had no idea why he was going to Haven Island, but the minute he jumped in the water, Georgia wasn't far behind him. She was always down for a little fun and games, anyway. Scaring him would be fun. Instead, when he left the water, he headed for a ball of black fur on the beachline. A ship passed Georgia in the water, carrying Michael and a few others. They joined him next to...Paola, probably, and it took Georgia far too long to figure out she must have voluntarily done the entrance ritual. She snorted, and urged the water to jet her to shore faster.
"Nasty shit - I don't know why you'd willingly take that stuff." She mused, shaking her fur out. She'd finally started to lose her baby fluff, and her pelt was thinning into a sleek shine of sandy neutrals. The ocean water probably helped. She turned her eyes to Paola, wondering what had the girl so shaken. What had she seen? Her worst fear, or her greatest desire? Georgia's actually merged along that line...another reason she refused the juice. She offered her friend a smile, as it was...the most she could think of to give. She already had Devland and Michael, Georgia's only other idea was to distract her from her own misery.
Seapaw was one step ahead, though, and had already taken to dousing Aphra. Good, she probably deserved it. Then Paola tried, but ended up soaking Seapaw, instead. Georgia could have stopped it, but chose not to. Why should she? Instead, she turned to dunk Paola with seawater too; it would probably sober her up as well. "Why did nobody mention we were starting a water fight?" She cooed.
Georgia had avoided the jungle juice ordeal, the ritual; she knew what her deepest desire was, and she didn't care to see it. She was all for getting drunk and having some fun, but purposefully induced hallucinations? No thank you. If The Typhooners didn't like her disagreement, they could throw her out. It would sting, but it would be nothing new.
This time, she was following Seapaw; she had no idea why he was going to Haven Island, but the minute he jumped in the water, Georgia wasn't far behind him. She was always down for a little fun and games, anyway. Scaring him would be fun. Instead, when he left the water, he headed for a ball of black fur on the beachline. A ship passed Georgia in the water, carrying Michael and a few others. They joined him next to...Paola, probably, and it took Georgia far too long to figure out she must have voluntarily done the entrance ritual. She snorted, and urged the water to jet her to shore faster.
"Nasty shit - I don't know why you'd willingly take that stuff." She mused, shaking her fur out. She'd finally started to lose her baby fluff, and her pelt was thinning into a sleek shine of sandy neutrals. The ocean water probably helped. She turned her eyes to Paola, wondering what had the girl so shaken. What had she seen? Her worst fear, or her greatest desire? Georgia's actually merged along that line...another reason she refused the juice. She offered her friend a smile, as it was...the most she could think of to give. She already had Devland and Michael, Georgia's only other idea was to distract her from her own misery.
Seapaw was one step ahead, though, and had already taken to dousing Aphra. Good, she probably deserved it. Then Paola tried, but ended up soaking Seapaw, instead. Georgia could have stopped it, but chose not to. Why should she? Instead, she turned to dunk Paola with seawater too; it would probably sober her up as well. "Why did nobody mention we were starting a water fight?" She cooed.
© LEXASPERATED
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THE SEA WAVES ARE MY EVENING GOWN:
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[glow=#3e4242,200,600]YOU ARE THE RITE OF MOVEMENT[/glow]
*:･ﾟ✧ — georgia sarris-rosi — demigod of the sea — tags