Oh hey, look at that. I strayed from my own guidelines and posted drama. It's non-ship-related drama, though, so perhaps it's still within their borders? It's on the borders. The borders are kind of blurry anyway.

Sea Glass

Nymph became cross with me the other day. I don't believe I wish to speak of it. 

The sky was draped in clouds today. They gave a dreamlike quality to the hours. The sun slipped through them as it set, a drop of color in a bowl of water, a pearl of tea unfolding in a cup. Viola? and I tried jasmine and roobios tea today because of a book she read called The Tea Dragon Society, and the jasmine was in pearls. I watched them as long as she would let me. The tea was interesting, though not very sweet. We had added no sugar.

I wonder what lives under the sea. I wonder how the moon pulls at it. I wonder if I should begin that collection of findings from it. 

I might just start a crime blog. 

You wouldn’t. 

Yes. Like John Watson did, in the show Sherlock you know? The one Kyoto likes. 

No. I don’t know. I haven’t watched that show, because my mind doesn’t need to be wasted on that. 

Oh please. I’ve seen you watching useless shows. 

Yes, well, my brain cells were overpopulated, so I needed to get rid of some of them. 

Okay. Well I’ll explain what happened today, but if tomorrow’s interesting enough, I’m totally writing it as a crime thing. 

Fine. I don’t care. 

~

I was responsible for the groceries for two months, so I decided to get up this morning, get ready, and go to Sainsbury’s (Why is there even a Sainsbury’s in Kyoto’s mind?). But then Quentin stumbled into the flat, wrestling a ram. 

“Quentin!” I shouted, trying to get out of the destructive path of ram, who’s horns were being grabbed by Quentin. 

“Quentin-“

“Not now,” he struggled out. “BUSY.”

He finally subdued it, took a blood sample, and left with the goat. 

A few minutes later, he came back like nothing had happened, and without the goat. 

“Sainsbury’s, I presume?”

I nodded. “How did you know-“

“The way you’re dressed, acting, and you were about to leave, obviously. I’m coming.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Won’t you get bored?”

“No,” he replied. “I just need to get out of this flat. C’mon.”

And with that, he grabbed his overcoat from the hanger and left. 

I sigh and grab mine, en route to the door. 

We got groceries, dropped them off, then ate lunch where I proceeded to eat most of the lunch and he just sat there, observing every person in the diner. 

He began telling me that one was a doctor and a nurse, one was a contractor, and two others secondary school students that decided to take a day off.

I nodded at his usual behaviour and then payed the check as we left. 

Then we proceeded to waste time, watching whatever was on the telly. Well, correction, I was looking over some Scotland Yard (and there’s a Scotland Yard in Kyoto’s head too) work, and Quentin was watching the TV. 

“Controlling your brain cell population?” I asked, without looking up from the laptop. 

“Mhm.”

Then around 9:00 PM, we got a phone call. 

“It’s Durand,” I said. “Let’s go.”

Our friend from the Scotland Yard treated us much like Holmes and Watson, but we were actual hired investigators. Well, Quentin didn’t want to be hired, but I convinced him we needed the income, so he unofficially changed his title to “The Only Observant Detective in this Whole Force.”

Once we arrived at the location, yellow police tape was everywhere, and police lights flashed. 

“There you two are,” said Durand. “Murder.”

Quentin sniffed and looked around the scene, his eyes scanning and taking in every detail. 

We arrived at the exact place where the crime happened, and Quentin walked around, observing the scene from every angle before nodding. 

“Murderer is female. Purple nails. She’s short. She has…” he proceeded to look back at the body and crouched down beside it, pulling something off the jacket. “Blonde hair. Probably related to the suspect- WOW, Avy, Kyoto cannot think of good murderers lately. This is SO boring. Anyway, Durand, block off the streets within a four mile radius. You’ll catch her soon.”

From that, we left a speechless but understanding police force, and went back to the flat. 

“I’m going to sleep,” I announced. It was nearly 11 and I was exhausted. 

“Fine,” he said. “I’m still experimenting with the ram blood, so have fun.”

“Oh yeah. What was that for?”

He sighed. “Obviously, it’s for a case.”

“Obviously,” I mocked, and before he could respond, I headed straight to bed.

~

How boring of a day. I get to tell it next time. 

Fine. 

Nymph

Bored. This is boring. It's raining, which wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't also cold. Maybe I'll go out anyway. Grow some fur, a lot of fur, waterproof fur. Or feathers. Maybe I'll just be a duck. Yeah. A duck with fingers, so I can open doors. *shifts*

Sea Glass

The weather is unhappy. It sounds pleasant, though. Rain on the roof often does. Nymph has gone out. She has not spoken to me in days, and I know not what to say to her. 

Viola? is much distracted, but she has given me a pad of sticky notes and a pencil. I have drawn, but it isn't much good. Here is what I have written.

I am seated on my bed, in my room, in the house between the forest and the town and the sea. There is no one else in the room, unless Nymph has once again taken the form of some small, innocuous thing and is lurking in the closet or under the bed. But she has gone out, in the shape of a duck, so this strikes me as unlikely. To my right is the wall. It is bare and cool, and slightly textured, like very tiny cobblestones lying under the paint. The paint is also cool. A bluish white, the palest turquoise, like aquamarine. Aquamarine is Viola's birthstone. I suppose mine is garnet. I was introduced in January. January ninth… I think I'll check the Let's play house thread. 

And so I did. And this is where you find me now. 

Sea Glass

I am almost afraid to check the Down to Earth, that this thread will have died. Nymph caught me in my indecision and spoke as if nothing had happened, as though we had not argued and avoided. She was the one who chose. I thanked her, but she gave me such a look, and then, without a word, she took on the skin of a mountain lion and left.

It was warmer yesterday, and I visited the beach again. The tide was high, but I stayed and watched the sun go down, and in its last golden light I took a shell from the sand. It is small and rounded, hardly bigger than a bead. I put it on my windowsill. It sits without complaint.

Perhaps I shall return again not empty-handed. 

Sea Glass

I didn't tell Nymph the truth. 

Cool idea!

Sea Glass

Name: Sea Glass 

Appearance: Skinny, androgynous, wild dishwater blonde hair (It's ash, stop beating yourself up! Hello?), wears many old bracelets and homemade necklaces.

Personality: Awkward, self-conscious, introverted near the point of antisocial, quiet, strange, bad with words, depressing, vague, a pain. (No, you're not!)

Other: A semi-accidental liar. (Sea Glass!)

Sriracha: HEY MY DUDES! I guess I don't belong on this thread, being all extroverted and stuff, but socially awkward as I am I think I'm allowed to be here.

Rosario: You're not that bad!

Sriracha: OH EXCUSE ME, but did you see me that day with Dale where I couldn't think of anything to say for about five minutes so I stood there unconvincingly pretending that I was reading an ad on the wall? DID YOU SEE THAT?

Rosario: No, but–

Sriracha: Then don't talk to me about my awkwardness or lack thereof!

Rosario: On a higher note, today is the Lunar New Year! We're celebrating with Applejaguar!

Sriracha: YESSS! Ready to eat fish, blow off firecrackers, get red envelopes, where red clothes, eat dumplings, post those red things and more even though Applejaguar is only 1/8 Chinese?

Rosario: Yes, I truly am

Sriracha: I think that was a rhetorical question. 

Sriracha and Rosario: HAPPY YEAR OF THE DOG!

Nymph

Devin didn't say anything to me on Valentine's Day. Neither did Leeli. Nothing the day after, either. I'm not upset, just surprised. I thought I was going to have to drag him off to Illyria to get away from our CBers. Viola? got a bunch of carnations. Like, a lot of carnations. I don't know why.

Sea Glass is giving me weirder looks than usual. I don't think she's just curious about my forms. She denied being stuck-up, but she could've been lying. 

I'm bored. Maybe I'll tour my waterways. Amphibian or fish? Dragon is always a safe bet… 

Sea Glass 

How do I say it? Nymph is so brazen, so capable and confident. How is that even possible? How do I interact with it? I end up just staring at her.