[center][img]https://images-ext-1.discordapp.net/external/xYNz5Y2DKS83pKct9KXUY-PvT56r7LfcBYOL5o7bjPM/https/fontmeme.com/permalink/210424/1aacb67ba4eb5c934f204d6669b28a48.png[/img][/center][hr][center][color=CornflowerBlue][b]Location:[/b][/color] Submarine [color=CornflowerBlue][b]Interacting with:[/b][/color] Kassy ([@MistressDizzy]), Daphne ([@Dreamingflowers]), The Team[/center][hr]

Dr. Bingley was… [i]interesting[/i]. He was like a lot of men Alisa knew. The eclectic scientist type: distracted, probing, a bit awkward. She didn’t find it charming. Although the questions weren’t pointed at her for once- they were pointed at the other girls. He either didn’t know she was a robot or wasn’t interested in robots. Which was fine. But it was strange to not be the object of fascination, the oddity in the room. Alisa guessed that happened when you were in the company of aliens and mermaids and plant women, but it didn’t mean that it wasn’t strange. Kassy and Aleen’a both seemed happy enough to answer his questions, but Daphne looked uncomfortable. Alisa knew why and found herself shifting closer to the other girl almost protectively. 

She was about to say a word of sympathy to Daphne when she said something to Viktor instead. An interesting conversation, but Alisa wasn’t going to eavesdrop- visibly, at least. She backed off, but was still listening. 

All of sudden, the submarine turned dark. There was a bump, a shaking. [color=CornflowerBlue]“What’s going on?”[/color] Alisa unbuckled her seat and stood, rushing to the window with Kila, peering out. She saw a little better in the dark than him, but she still pressed her face against the glass, cupping her hands around her eyes to see a bit better. [color=CornflowerBlue] “All I see are… tentacles.”[/color] Shivers ran down her back. The ocean was a nightmare. [color=CornflowerBlue]“Kassy, are you okay out there? What’s going on?”[/color]