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Despite everything that's going on, being alive is heckin' swell.
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To the rps that I was in, thank you for welcoming me and giving me a chance to become a part of your world. All of you are wonderful and creative people who deserve the best in life. Godspeed.
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I was not... in the right place emotionally and mentally. Words cannot express how deeply sorry I am for unintentionally ghosting the rps I'm in. I'm working a lot to become a better person now.
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Too lewd!


Uruna: Humans are so annoyingly conservative -_-
So I posted... and idk if it made sense, especially with the glass wall part xD I imagined the location looked like this lavish banquet hall surrounded by glass with the Droquilians swimming by like an aquarium. Let me know if y'all are confused about something and I'll gladly change it ^u^

Also if y'all are confused about the edible water bottle thing, you can check out this article about it -> surfertoday.com/environment/what-are-…
U R U N A


Uruna floated by, wandering around the party silently and only keeping to herself. All the members of the Trident were present at the moment, and the Quirinian was shocked to see so many of them all at once. She couldn't even recognize a single face so she was currently floating in a sea of unfamiliar faces, literally. She wished Ommo, the cutest turtle in the whole entire world and her best friend forever, was here but she left him back at the safety of their quarters because he didn't like large crowds. Every minute that passed by made Uruna wished she did the same as Ommo.

Music and laughter filled the whole HQ as members of the Trident, both young and old, talk and catch up with one another. Those who couldn't walk and/or breath on land like Uruna simply swam by through the raised glass pools that lined the walls which also connected to the outside. Some of Uruna's kin were at the several pools at the balcony area that have glass domes. Thanks to the marvelous technological advancement in their society, the glass didn't muffle any noise at all and people of all species, fins, and legs were able to communicate just as effectively as actually talking face-to-face. There were several others who wore land suits and mobile glass capsules so they could wander around on land. Uruna was given the chance to use one, but she felt safer in the comfort of the waters.

What she felt much uncomfortable with was the uniform. It did look sleek and classy, Uruna couldn't deny that, but she really liked it if she was... 'au naturel'. She hated using the term 'naked' because she believed that it was only natural for Droquilians not wearing anything at all. They were under the waters anyways, so why bother? The closest to a set of clothes that Uruna wanted to get to was a piece of kelp wrapped around her bare breasts because they were, according to some human males, 'too distracting'.

Still, she had to follow protocol. Maybe she was even over-thinking about it, seeing that most of her kin wore their prescribed uniform. Uruna kept on rubbing the sleeves as it still felt very strange against her body. Well, she'll get used to it eventually. After all, it was a very cool uniform.

Another cool thing for was the bar. On land, bartenders served drinks on glasses. Doing the same thing underwater will be obviously impossible so they had to improvise. Under water, the different types of drinks were all in each containers that have faucets. The bartender would simply turn a faucet and the preferred drink will come out in what humans liked to call as 'edible water bottles'. It looked like a bubble but it was more of a gelatin blob, allowing anyone to hold it without breaking the 'bottle'. They could peel the outer layer of the blob like a fruit and pop it in the mouth, or simply puncture a hole in the blob to suck the drink.

Speaking of the bar, Uruna just decided to get a drink from their and went against the glass to wait for the people that were supposed to give a speech. She was holding a 'bottle' that contained a non-alcoholic drink humans liked to call orange juice, and she was thinking about drinking from it when she heard people converse near her. She didn't realize a table was right against her side of the glass so she could easily hear what they're saying. It was a white-haired human woman being talked to by a smug-lookined Droquilian and another orange-haired woman.

Uruna used 'being talked to' instead of 'talking to' because it looked like the white-haired woman wasn't in the mood to talk at all. The orange-haired woman introduced herself as Izzy and called the other woman as captain. It was then Uruna realized that she was Captain Weaver Sinclair. She didn't know if they could see the Quirinian as she was floating right behind them so she lightly tapped at the glass to call their attention. "Um, hello! I am Uruna and I'm one of the newer members. It is very nice to meet you, Captain Sinclair," Uruna politely said before she bowed in respect to her. "You look troubled, Captain. How are you feeling?".
@Headhunter heya! happy birthday!!! sorry if I just posted my character today; college just started and I'm already stressing out xP

Just to be sure, is the current location of the group above ground? Will there be a place there for those like Uruna who can't walk and can't breath out of the water?

~ TIME: Afternoon ~
~ PLACE: Central Point - Entre Dos Islas ~
~ INTERACTIONS: @Headhunter @Pilatus ~



Alison brightened at the man who replied back in French. Hearing someone speak of her mother tongue, even if it was just a word or two, made the redhead really happy. "Merci beaucoup. I will be eating it here." Alison said cheerfully as she gave him her payment before she went to the dining section on the other side.

As she went to the other side, Alison saw a blonde, serious-looking woman who seemed to know what to order as she said her choice to the tall, dark-haired man Alison spoke to earlier. Alison sat on the stool next to the blonde, and the dark-haired man prepared cups of ice water for the two women, at which Alison nodded and thanked him. The cups were very artsy and had the same aesthetic to the food truck. She sipped from the water while she tried to think of other things to distract her from her hunger, but she didn't have a lot to think about as all her thoughts centered back to her rumbling tummy. She just hoped no one else could hear her stomach's calls for help.

A good distraction though was the dark-haired guy. He seemed like an easy-going guy who seemed to be getting along well with his coworkers and even his customers. His smile was so infectious and bright, Alison almost forgot about her hunger for a moment.

Almost.

When he asked her and the blonde beside her some questions, Alison happily replied. "Oh, I'm having so much fun indeed. I just moved in here last week and I'm enjoying my stay here so far. So many new faces and opportunities here, but one of the reasons I moved here was I heard Sol City has so many food choices to choose from!", she excitedly said as her mouth waters from hearing that sizzle of food being cooked.

"It's my day-off and I'm taking this chance to finish this song that's been lingering in my head ever since I first came here. I decided to write my song here at Central Point so I can take inspiration from the things around me, and also because it sucks feeling alone," she sheepishly said to the both of them. "Oh doux niblets, where are my manners? My name is Alison and you can call me Ali. I'm very delighted to make your acquaintance," she sweetly said with a smile as cheerful as the dark-haired man's.
@Pilatus I do! c:
Heya! Here's my character. Hope you like her! Also, please do tell me if there's any information I got wrong and I need to edit ^u^


~ TIME: Afternoon ~
~ PLACE: Central Point ~
~ INTERACTIONS: @Headhunter ~



"'We laugh under the pouring rain-' No scratch that.

'We ran around the pour-' Wait, what? Who runs around a rain?

'We walk under the...'
, Alison paused before speaking out incomprehensible noises out of frustration and planted her face on her notebook. Meanwhile, a mother and her young son looked at her like she was crazy, and the mother carefully pulled her son away from the crazy red-head.

She has been sitting on a bench at Central Point, writing songs all day much to no avail. Thankfully, today was her day off and she could use the time to come up with new words so she could finish this wretched piece of song she's been trying to do ever since she first came here to Sol City, which was not that far go either. So far, her notes composed of words that made no sense, doodles of cute fantasy creatures she made up in her head, and lots of scribbles to erase some of the lyrics that she didn't want. She was so frustrated she forgot she was using a pencil and she could've used an eraser to make her life easier.

She hoped that she could draw inspiration from letting the noises of the city play around her. One may think that the city noise will compose of tons of car horns and angry people shouting at each other, but Sol City wasn't like that at all. Sure there were a few honks here and there, but its the chatter and laughter of the people that dominated in this beautiful city. She saw happy couples and families, and she noticed how even the lone stranger would pass by with a spring on his or her step. She smiled. Despite far from home, living here made her feel a little less homesick than usual.

When she focused on the sounds surrounding her, Alison also heard some lofi music playing elsewhere. She looked at the direction where the music came from, which was a food truck called 'Entre Dos Islas.' That was when her stomach grumbled, and she grimaced. She was so focused on hurrying over to Central Point that she didn't eat any breakfast. Her stomach grumbled again from the thought of food and she sighed, wearing her long cream-colored cardigan again over her white tank top, light denim jeans, and sneakers. She put her notebook and pencil back on her brown leather handbag, carrying it as she made her way to the food truck.

The nearer Alison went to it, the more she could hear the relaxing and upbeat music as well as the smell of the delicious food. She saw three customers eating and laughing with what seemed to be the owners and chefs of the food truck. She was a bit afraid to approach them at first due to nervousness, but she decided that nothing can stop her from having food. She nodded at the two chefs in greeting and sat on the fourth seat, then she took a look at the menu.

"Bonjour! Oh, uh... I meant, hello!", Alison said as her cheeks began to get pink from embarrassment. She kept forgetting that she wasn't in France anymore, but it was hard because Sol City gave the same happy vibe and peaceful ambiance like in the city that she grew up in. "Can I get a... Hm... Teofilo Tonkatsu please?".
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