WRITTEN BY Andy
I'M A PROUD MEMBER OF THE ORDER OF The Kindred
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One of Rhea’s favorite places to visit when she wanted to shut off her brain and just relax and enjoy herself was the aquarium. The large fish exhibits were both beautiful and calming, and if a seat was free, she could easily spend an hour or two just looking at the fish swimming around. And, well, who doesn’t like to look at cute animals like the seals or the otters?
She’d just finished one of her bigger assignments the day before, and with the weather being appropriately overcast she figured she had deserved a day off. Geared up in a cozy, oversized sweater and some tights she was ready to take on a day of calmly walking from tank to tank and perhaps lounging on some bench or another.
About half an hour into her visit she found a seat in front of a tank with tropical fish, settling in with a small smile playing at her lips.
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WRITTEN BY Olivia Gerat
I'M A PROUD MEMBER OF THE ORDER OF The Kindred
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Aquariums were prisons for sea animals, and they all knew what they'd done to deserve hard time. As he wandered the halls of the aquarium, Bob attempted to discern why the others in the support group had encouraged him to come here. Oh sure, it was out of his routine, and that was good. Getting out of routine stopped his Enemies from being able to track him and, perhaps more importantly, from being able to predict his movements.
But on the other hand, that sunfish was literally taunting him. Not necessarily verbally, but its stupid face as it turned to stare at him was... it was definitely provocative. Shouting do you bite your fin at me, sir?! was inadvisable, but he had a feeling that, if the sunfish knew Shakespeare, that little floating bastard would've bitten its fin towards him in a heartbeat.
Mocked by not just a fish, but an uneducated fish. And here he thought they swam in schools.
Cracking up at his stupid internal joke, Bob moved to a bench. A lady was already there, and she was Mona Lisa smiling. Suspicious. But also exceedingly normal. That was a rough combination. "Do you--?" He faltered, clearing his throat of nonexistent phlegm. Wasn't really much in the way of phlegm in him anymore. Who'd've thunk it? Undeath solved hayfever. But it did not, most assuredly, solve anxiety. "Sorry, do you have one of those pamphlet maps? I'm being pursued by sunfish and I've somewhat lost my way."
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WRITTEN BY Andy
I'M A PROUD MEMBER OF THE ORDER OF The Kindred
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Snapped out of her reverie, Rhea shifted her gaze to the man as he addressed her. Not that she needed it with how many times she’d visited before, the young woman had still grabbed one of the pamphlet maps he was asking about out of habit. “Here. You keep it, I don’t need it.” she told the stranger, her hand stretched out, offering up the piece of glossy paper. Looking back to the tank in front of her, she added: “Pursued by sunfish huh? They do feel a little like they’re always looking straight at you whenever you walk by.”
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