ursula | the sea witch (
anasty) wrote in
foolishmortals2017-10-29 12:47 am
darling, it's better down where it's wetter, take it from me
Your invitation under the door comes handwritten in varying calligraphic, but complimenting scripts:
Our remembrance takes place at the pool this evening.
Accensa domo proximi, tua quoque periclitatur.
Don’t antagonize the eels.
The ambient light around the aqua centerpiece of the water is golden, thanks to what appears to be small will-o-wisps hovering strategically placed on the outskirts. Don’t try to touch them - they burn. Inside the water, there are indeed a pair of dark blue eels swimming around... but they're at the deepest reaches, at least?
Reigning over it all is a makeshift banner, comprised of several notebook pages taped together. In a careful calligraphy script:
ACTA EST FABULA, PLAUDITE!
There are three tables.
The first is food. There is first and foremost a decadent spread of fresh and dried fruit, as well as raw vegetables by some dip. Some delectable varieties of bread have been provided by Belle and are accompanied by some jam and cheese. For those that don’t want to put anything together, there are also triangles of monte cristo sandwiches from Oswald's suggestions. There is a simple, folded piece of paper acting as placard. The same elegant inking is there, if much more subtle: Consummatum est.
The second is drinks, the division between alcoholic and non-alcoholic made by another folded paper placard: Bibere venenum in auro. The alcoholic section is a variety of cocktails, but particularly a copious amount of wine pilfered from the Tip Top bar. The non-alcoholic side is predictably soda, water, and juice. There are also a few pots of brewed tea from Belle - get them while they're hot!
The final table sports every swimsuit that coat check and the pool room had to offer, along with sunglasses ( for what? Why, style of course ). The placard reads: Fortunae naufragium.
It may be a bit more lavish than Ratigan’s party, but there is one key difference - it’s all self-serve.
Accensa domo proximi, tua quoque periclitatur.
Don’t antagonize the eels.
The ambient light around the aqua centerpiece of the water is golden, thanks to what appears to be small will-o-wisps hovering strategically placed on the outskirts. Don’t try to touch them - they burn. Inside the water, there are indeed a pair of dark blue eels swimming around... but they're at the deepest reaches, at least?
Reigning over it all is a makeshift banner, comprised of several notebook pages taped together. In a careful calligraphy script:
There are three tables.
The first is food. There is first and foremost a decadent spread of fresh and dried fruit, as well as raw vegetables by some dip. Some delectable varieties of bread have been provided by Belle and are accompanied by some jam and cheese. For those that don’t want to put anything together, there are also triangles of monte cristo sandwiches from Oswald's suggestions. There is a simple, folded piece of paper acting as placard. The same elegant inking is there, if much more subtle: Consummatum est.
The second is drinks, the division between alcoholic and non-alcoholic made by another folded paper placard: Bibere venenum in auro. The alcoholic section is a variety of cocktails, but particularly a copious amount of wine pilfered from the Tip Top bar. The non-alcoholic side is predictably soda, water, and juice. There are also a few pots of brewed tea from Belle - get them while they're hot!
The final table sports every swimsuit that coat check and the pool room had to offer, along with sunglasses ( for what? Why, style of course ). The placard reads: Fortunae naufragium.
It may be a bit more lavish than Ratigan’s party, but there is one key difference - it’s all self-serve.

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They move completely in sync, not crossing one another in their circular path. ]
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... Ehh, you know what, sure, he'll tear off another piece to drop to you two.]
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But they quickly, viciously snap up the scraps in equal measure, before sinking about a foot of so beneath the surface. Josh should still be able to hear their conversation.
It's a hissing, whispery sort of thing. The one with the left golden eye says: ]
He's a stingy one.
[ The right: ]
Marnie was better.
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Goodness, if I had known that I wasn't giving you enough, then I would have remedied that sooner.
[Take the rest of our sandwich. It's not like we were that hungry anyway.]
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Those hungry eels snap up his offering almost equally. The left side seems just a little bit hungrier. ]
We're still growing...
[ The right: ]
Our mistress tries, but...
[ Together: ]
There isn't enough meat to be had on this ration, it seems.
Thank you.
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It couldn't hurt!
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[We still don't know the names of these eels]
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My brother is called Jetsam.
[ Jetsam: ]
And he Flotsam.
[ Together: ]
And you, Friend?
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