[rynlan can find harrow sometime on monday exploring the new island. specifically, she's in the aquarium room, and it sounds like she may be in there with someone else. she's looking into the tank of fish, one hand on the glass, talking as though it's to someone else in the room, but no one is there.
when he comes into the room, she blinks, startled.]
Oh - good afternoon. [even then she sounds a little oddly hesitant.]
[oh, kitty. she squints at it, but she's sort of generally confused right now and trying to settle herself. she also assumes she's being made fun of right now.]
-oh, alright, I see, they have to prove me wrong-- what is that?!
[he's taking a step back from the tank, both ears pinning back as he stares at it. he has not yet encountered this hell octopus; as its shape swirls, there's something in there that's decidedly misshapen, largely a mess of faintly glowing tentacle-like shapes, and he quickly takes another step away from it.]
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week 2; monday
when he comes into the room, she blinks, startled.]
Oh - good afternoon. [even then she sounds a little oddly hesitant.]
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[as if it's normal to talk to fish or something. maybe it is. he talks to his cat, sometimes.
she's perched on his shoulder, chirping at harrow-- a clingy siamese cat, from the looks of it.]
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How droll. I was simply testing something.
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[the cat gives another chirp. it's pretty much that thing where they meow because you're talking and they're like yes hello i participate.]
Testing what?
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It...you know how it is. Seeing how things respond.
[she is very obviously lying.]
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Suppose they're a little disappointing on that front, then. Not the most reactive.
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[he's taking a step back from the tank, both ears pinning back as he stares at it. he has not yet encountered this hell octopus; as its shape swirls, there's something in there that's decidedly misshapen, largely a mess of faintly glowing tentacle-like shapes, and he quickly takes another step away from it.]
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[she's turned away from it, absolutely not looking in its direction.]
Tell me what you see.
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[there's some eldritch shit going on in this tank, man.]
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It does. I thought - it doesn't matter what I thought.
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[she keeps looking back in there and then looking away.]
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[the longer he looks at it, the more it's taking on a more... humanoid shape, though, and he quickly decides to look away as well.]
There's something wrong with the lighting in the tank, I think.
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[she is much more confident now that she knows he sees something too.]
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[it's in a tank. what's the worst that could happen.]
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[she sounds confident, finally.]
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[did it just make a sound-?]
...might be better to just leave it be, though, I can't say I like it much.
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[she takes a deep breath and will turn and walk out the way she came.]
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[he exhales, relieved, as they move away from whatever the Fuck is in that tank. it is not an octopus, he feels confident in that much.]
...the rest of the place is more relaxing, at least. I don't think I mind it.
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[but she's more grumpy than anything. what a week, right? it's monday.]
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[no fish for harrow.]
You don't seem like the bar type, maybe not the beach if it's the fish... there's the music store?