3072/What Evil Lurks In Yonder Waters

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What Evil Lurks In Yonder Waters
Date of Scene: 24 August 2020
Location: Cape Carmine Lighthouse
Synopsis: Two Megs, one ruined Lurker!
Cast of Characters: Meggan Puceanu, M'gann M'orzz




Meggan Puceanu has posed:
The current state of affairs in the world's oceans goes largely unnoticed by land-dwells. Unfortunate fact, they only pay attention when their homes erode away into the sea or the storm surge driven by a hurricane pours over the beach into the basement. They might notice the rising prices for fish or a multitude of related problems that seem perfectly singular one-offs to the uneducated mind.

Maybe they ought to pay better attention. A girl can't stretch on a cheap plastic lounger and read her textbook without hearing the trouble brewing offshore, without feeling the disruption. So her towel rests slung over the back of the lounger, forgotten. Her book rests closed up, a loud neon orange "USED" sticker pasted to the spine. Both reside outside the reach of all but the most excitable waves on the breakwater separating the Atlantic from Gotham, Cape Carmine serving as a protective outpost on a long, skinny neck of land.

For the past twenty minutes, a parade of gross black and brown creatures hauled up from the deep decided to make a run for the city's northern side. A pod -- a shoal? A frenzy? What do you call a group of hateful deep-sea predators with no fear and only hunger? -- washed up on the Metropolis side of Delaware Bay, causing as much mayhem among the beachside cafes and lovebirds canoodling on the boardwalk.

Their rage and hunger, found in crustacean and hagfish forms, acts like a beacon for an empath bounding around on the wavetops. At least one of the creatures lies overturned in the sand, its own pincer jammed through its squishy underbelly. Another part medusa-part anglerfish, a ball of jelly with teeth and armoured legs, hangs from a tree fifty feet in the air, flailing around. Clearly she couldn't find a better place to put it as she crashes back down through the waves in pursuit of a recklessly large sea scorpion hustling for a beachcomber's cottage worth more than every stitch and scholarship Meggan owns. The trail of her gold hair spills behind her like a banner as she drops into the water, pouncing her newfound friend. "You're going the wrong way!" the Brit insists. "Go /home/!"

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
There is more than a single empath. More than one person out there that cares. More than just one Meggan. Though, she doesn't know it....not yet, at least. For, further up the coastline is another Megan. Or, rather, a M'gann.

The figure drops from seemingly nothingness...one minute not there, and then the next, visible. This form, with a blue cape billowing around her, above her, descends slowly as a hand reaches downward, the other pressed against the temple. She really doesn't need to, but it helps. It helps to try to understand the anger, the rage...the unrelenting hunger that floods all thoughts. It isn't something that M'gann likes to do...but, if it helps. If it saves lives...then it should be tried.

And...what exactly is an attempt to calm. To control. To coerce one to go back to the deep....to return from whence it came. And...that something is a certain large sea scorpion threatening cottages. But, there are no words. Nothing audible for this. No....instead, it is a strong mental push. From the flying M'gann to the scorpion. No words...but a strong almost driving need to just leave. To turn around. To go back.

Perhaps it will work. But, it is a matter of will. Does the Daughter of Mars have a stronger will than a crustacean crazed with hunger?

Meggan Puceanu has posed:
One Meggan knows another M'gann through that tenuous link at ArcTerra, but nothing more than that.

No reason to imagine another churns through the waves while dives under the surface into another world, one where the light barely cuts through the gloom perpetual, or the sediments suspended into the thrashing. The sea scorpion embodies ancient designs mirrored in protozoic times, a throwback to something already anchored in nightmares of the vestigial mammal mind. Not a matter the blonde can afford to deal with, diving straight down to lift up a very large crustacean-like creature.

Someone her height shouldn't have a chance on the wiggly monstrosity with its many moving legs, snapping claws, and bits with spines that need not be there normally. Uttering an 'ew!' when one threatens to poke through her arm, she forcibly swivels and pushes the skittering thing to the side. Its mind is an alien thing driven by hunger, only hunger, and nothing but that need to feed. Rather like a bottomless pit in there, the bestial purpose something to be tapped and shoved along. Feet scrape across the ocean bottom as it takes the mental shove and then gets rushed on its course.

She's down there too long for a person to hold their breath. Too long without assistance, bubbles streaming up in the fight, but the elemental is every bit as strong as the mer-children of Atlantis and a whole immediate magnitude past that when not trying to rip the Lurker apart. Telling it "Off you go" isn't so effective but it goes a-scuttling.

As for the twinned Siamese crab-eels, it's another matter, charging for the shore. M'gann may have to delay them a bit as they snap their crawfish-like pincers around. Whee!

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
Oh! That's no good! And after getting the big scorpion thing to go, too. M'gann dips downward towards the crab-eels, trying her hand...or rather her mind...at a little telekinesis to keep the pair of creepy crawlies away from the shoreline. Unfortunately...grabbing a wiggly creature with one's mind tends to be an awful lot like trying to grab it by the hand. If they are slippery enough, things tend to get away.

An idea pops into M'gann's head. If they are too slippery to be grabbed one way....then...maybe a predator could be better?

At that point, the form of M'gann shifts...morphs. The green of M'gann's skin tone remains, but she grows a few more appendages, before she falls into the ocean, shifted into the biggest octopus she could think off. Maybe...maybe with a few more tendrils, she might be able to grasp a hold of both of them and hold them off.

But not before a rather audible thought pops up, in M'gann's voice...sensed by not only the crab-eels (not that they pay much attention to it) but also to Meggan herself.

<<Will you two just stop already?! There's nothing there for you!!>>

Meggan Puceanu has posed:
M'gann may find those creepy-crawling Lurkers harder to manipulate, given they are not exactly too small. Enough that some poor German shepherd on shore runs into his backyard facing the sea, furiously barking at the stinking sea monsters rumbling close to shore. He need not view the cause of such disruption fully to know the danger they present to his people and property, so the racket grows quite fierce despite them being still in the heaving waves.

He might be barking at a giant octopus falling out of the sky, unaware of how he will explain this to the Canine Council of Gotham, either. Super-Pup may believe him, but the Woof probably won't.

Meggan's transparent mind down there proves rather receptive to thoughts, lacking the curbs and guards that anyone on a beach normally would. The hungry Lurkers, however, think only of fresh food and possibly turning on each other. A new target means scuttling their way, though wrapping her appendages around them surely slows the beasts and ensures M'gann gets a sucker-hold, though a hard one because they are semi-armoured in chunks of bony shell. Hopefully no dangerous claw snaps. They might take more umbrage to a huge sea umbrella landing.

"I was trying to help!" the blonde calls back to the voice, looking around. She smacks the sea scorpion and rapidly back pedals to shore, at least once it hastily retreats from being delivered a bruising swat to its hindside. Whirling around and attacking isn't a good idea. Looking around in the gloom, her artificially enlarged pupils help her see -something-, though the huge green octopus isn't immediately falling into hate and wrath. Odd. "Careful, they don't worry about swarming?"

She has to hope that someone understands her. That she isn't talking to kelp. No reason to be worried, nope!

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
<<Meggan?!>>

Where did that thought come from? M'gann could have sworn she heard...or at least felt, Meggan calling back at her. But....nope...no time for that now. She has her arms full at the moment.

All eight of them, to be precise.

She does manage to slow down the assault of the two creatures...but only slow, rather than stop. A rather comical sight, if it wasn't for the fact that she was trying to save them. A clamp down from a pincer and there is a definite yelp, but..at least she doesn't let go.

There, however, may be a stray thought to remember to change her density so those claws don't hurt as much.

Meggan Puceanu has posed:
Submerged sixty feet down and quite a bit more offshore, Meggan swivels around in defiance of the usual flailing unease humans show in the water. She isn't any larger than usual, for the most part, though having gills fluttering at her throat certainly aids in pulling oxygen into her bloodstream. Unimpeded from speech, she can manage to look around and put name to face, though no familiar face to be had. "Yes, I'm fine. Just cleaning up after some wild deep-sea creatures displaced by a massive, frightening disruption in the Hadean Zone!"

She sounds almost cheerful about it, giving a hard kick to swim towards the confrontation of octopus versus claw-beasts. At least she can navigate roughly based on the right direction there, wobbling once to sort of find her way forth. Slightly webbed fingers help propel her forward, but mostly it's the strength in those long legs, those hard kicks driving her on.

The Lurkers keep trying to go forward or shake her off, but their conjoined bodies don't allow much for that. It's a bit of shuffling around necessary to try to find their way forward."

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
<<Hmm....Hiya! Sorry, I think I found some of your deep-sea creatures.>>

It is still a pleasant voice. Just, in Meggan's head. Considering that octopi are not too capable of speech. Especially one trying her darnest to keep said nasties from the shore. There is a tug here, a pull there...and a really, really hard jerk as M'gann uses her new form with her mental prowess to try to shove herself away from shore, with her catch entangled in her tendrils.

<<Ow! These little beasties hurt!>> Seems M'gann got clipped again. <<If you have any ideas on how to calm them, I am certainly open to suggestions!>>

Meggan Puceanu has posed:
"Mine? Oh, I don't make claim to those or else their rightful king would be awfully unhappy with me. Nor do I think they have any fealty except to tomorrow's dinner," Meggan replies, as audible as mental, her thoughts clear as the lagoons in Bora Bora. She has to /dig/ to really make headway, lacking the super-powered swimming speeds of certain Atlanteans and their kin. But she can move awfully quick all the same, converging on the relative spaces her empathy tells her where those weird wiggly monsters happen to be. Not M'gann; she is not a monster, and Meggan doesn't even seem to think of the Lurkers as that, so much as wickedly displaced deep sea things that need to stay down where they belong. "I wish I knew what sent them up here, but you have to know it's something big and frightening. They only move away when they are threatened and unable to find food or stay there."

Helpful information that comes in a flow of bubbles, but it may or may not be all that useful for the green Martian octopus to use. Still, though, the effective grip of those strong prehensile arms keeps the crab bodies in place, crawfish clackers and eel heads swerving around in an attempt to snap or bite. It's not that effective, though it might feel rather uncomfortable. Siamese horror-fish are limited.

How /does/ someone try to calm them? It's something she puzzles over, swimming after M'gann and finally just flipping to flight underwater to hasten herself along on a current. Water streams behind her and shoves her forward, easily closing the distance. "We can't just stick them somewhere. They could leave. An island would be nice but not helpful. Oh, stop biting!"

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
If an octopus could smile, this one might. It is apparent from however M'gann is speaking to Meggan that she isn't angry at the conjoined creepers in her grasp. The thoughts are clear and open, the connection established effortlessly.

<<Yes, they do seemed rather hungry. I can't quite get through to them that there is no food that way. It is hard to talk to them...>>

Talking...must mean the link M'gann has established. There is a sense of a door, closed, with rather repeated hammering on the other side. No doubt the doorway to the denizens of the deep, shut to keep the hunger they feel from bleeding over.

<<Oh, what I wouldn't give for an insect charm or something. Only, you know, for these. Just spin it over my head and calm them down like Naussica. That would be nice.>>

Yes....there is an image of a Miyazaki film that flashes in the Megs' heads...a glider, with a girl in blue spinning a whistling charm in the air. Then....a pause. <<They are hungry. Can we point them to some food...that isn't on the beach?>>

Meggan Puceanu has posed:
"They only think about eating, fighting, and more eating. They'll chew one another to pieces, alas," sighs the elemental as the sea water spins around her, churning elegantly to push up on M'gann's wake. Nothing too close, but she grabs both hands around an irate clacker and holds the claws pinched together. Crushing is easier than opening, just like an alligator's toothy maw. "Sorry, old friend, none of that now. You stop pinching!" A waggle of her finger isn't possible so a shake of her head must be.

"Oh! Food, they could find that in a dump, couldn't they? Trash is easy enough to get to." Sea monsters chasing barges lacks a certain charm, but it comes to mind after an abattoir, a fish farm, a foul fishy pond, and a few other discarded ideas that also include a factory where chickens are caged. She has a few opinions, all discarded in a rush of irritation, about factory farming. Probably understandable. "Maybe dumped in a shoal of large fish, but the shoal would dissipate. I'm sorry, finding somewhere they cannot conveniently return is a problem unless I flew them to some Mid-Atlantic islands, but they might not survive."

The lurker tries to pinch M'ggan again because a dinner would be an awfully nice thing to have.

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
<<I...don't want to hurt them.>> It is a quick thought...but an innocent one, to be sure. <<I would rather we get them on their merry way, but I am afraid of what might happen if I let go.>> M'gann did put herself into a predicament, to be sure. But....it is the garbage barge that grabs the Martian's attention.

<<That isn't a bad idea at all! Maybe we can use the barge as a lure to pull them away. Possibly towards those islands? I mean....I can carry them, I think. But they need to be a little more calmer for me to take them where you think they should go.>> A tendril helps to wrap around the pincers, while the form seems to be, if possible, more solid. Seems M'gann got the hang of increasing her density, at least for the moment. Less pinching...

Meggan Puceanu has posed:
A blossoming of approval answers M'gann not wanting to hurt the lurkers. They aren't sharing the sentiment, but the blonde chasing after them does. The frisson of delight skims lazily past as the water swirls around her, answering her, pushing them on. A garbage scow hovers along the notion of an actual dump, seething with gulls who might just be considered tasty snacks for a crab-eel hiding under a pile of trash. "I think it would work! They're hungry. And they could eat more. But towing them away is the easy part, the problem is more the big waves. I wonder... I could probably ask them to be calmer, at least for a little bit, to get the boat out there."

She certainly seems to have faith in flattening the sea, which probably equates to a frightening thought for the average person. Since ocean mastery is something out of legend more than anything. She surfaces at speed, breaking above the line of the water, navigating off her lighthouse standing on the shore and somewhere out that way, to the outer isles of the Jersey shore. "If you can calm them, I can calm the rest. But then we have to find ourselves a barge. Not too hard, they come and go everywhere. I know where the dumps are, sadly. Starling City south of us has one?"

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
<<I think I can calm them. Or, at least stun them. It won't hurt them, but it may incapacitate them momentarily>> There is an image of what seems to be a sort of mental taser...a blast of thought enough to overwhelm the creatures and cause unconsciousness. <<I didn't want to do it if I could get them to leave on their own. But since they are being stubborn...>>

There might a bit of admonishing felt, rather than heard, but only a little. A green tentacle tightens as M'gann considers. <<We can use Starling. If I knock them out, I can try to carry them.>> Another image...of M'gann using her telekinesis. <<I don't know how long I can carry them...but I could probably make it there. Maybe.>>

Not a reassuring thought, but it is a start at least...

Meggan Puceanu has posed:
"Better than nothing!" Meggan nods to the suggestion blooming in her mind, not quite questioning its source or how she's come to figure out the details with any concern. It's a useful image and much more precise than words by themselves. "They are not very bright. The one I left in a tree would not stop whipping me." The jellyfish-like monstrosity with other anglerfish bits comes to mind, all needle teeth and the blonde English girl growling at it in fishy tongues. "They don't really talk. I tried."

Presumably this actually means chatting with them. She holds out her arms though, scudding ahead of the green octopus and flinging her arms wide. Not much of a wingspan compared to an octopus, but solid. "Toss them to me, I can give them a big hug without squashing them. At worst I get chunks of goo in my hair." A sad tradeoff, really. "But you shouldn't have to do all the work making them calm. Let me hold them, that's sort of my role down here as the Keeper of the Light." Okay, in a roundabout way it is.

Still, if M'gann wants to hand off her pet prize, she can.

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
<<Okay...if you say so!>>

There might be a little bit of concern in M'gann's tone. But, the two of them are in the middle of the water struggling with a very very hungry crab-eel. There isn't time to doubt what the other can do. And...the two are having a pleasant, if somewhat unorthodox conversation. It seems like the best thing that can be done.

And so...with a tug, Octo'gann flips up in the air, swinging her catch of the day under her cephalopod body as she lightly tosses them towards Meggan. The moment the octopus is free of the creature....there isn't an octopus anymore, but rather the flying form of M'gann, resplendent with green skin, and wet red hair. The hands reach up, framing her face as pointer fingers touch the temples, the palms outward, fingers splayed open. There is a warning...this time heard as well as sensed, the voice truly belonging to that chance rendezvous from the tropical gardens.

"Here we go!"

The mental connection quickly snaps shut as M'gann *concentrates*. The facial expression quickly shifts to a grimace, as a wordless cry escapes from her throat. The blast, for blast it is, is almost visible...a rolling wave of psionic energy that is focused upon their not-so-little crab friend.

Time to calm down...now!

Meggan Puceanu has posed:
The hungry crab-eel's two heads are both interested in munching anything they can. Octopus? Each other? Elemental? They really don't care, no they do not. Those sharp teeth honestly delight in the possibility of devouring a hapless mortal presenting herself, if only possible.
Herss the octo'gann (horrors!) flings the crustacean horror, it tries to swivel around and get the better of Meggan with a free claw. Which it partly does, smacking her around the waist and learning swiftly that its spiky barnacled legs can be kicked out of the way most effectively by a woman fearlessly prepared to give it a good boot like the best of footie players in the Premiere League. There is a certain dangerous 'aww yiss' factor to it as the pair of them go rapidly spinning as she figures out the best way to grapple this horror. It isn't being flailed about with a claw in hand, however, so she sets the poor thing free just in time to pry its claw open from around her waist. It should work.

It really ought to... until she grabs the arm and starts to /swim/.

This is entirely all in time with the idea M'gann projects of a tasty, calm meal, a chilling wave of fullness or satiation rolling over it. The heads loll and turn to stare at the green woman with her red hair, or at least kind of lazily swaying around.

Time to go: with a grin, her thoughts loudly rolling with <<Ready?>>, she blasts off to the south.

And then with a burst and a jump, she breaks her way out of the wave tops with her wobbly, tired companion dwarfing her. When she explodes to motion, it's a bit impressive to see: Lurker in motion, girl flying south with Martian miss in pursuit. She hopes.

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
The thought is returned with an immediate <<Yup!>>.

And then Meggan explodes into motion. There might be a singular impression of awe as M'gann realizes that she might need to book it....but M'gann doesn't disappoint. Without having to do Lurker-wrangling duties...and only needing to propel herself, the Martian is able to take off and follow. The blue cape flutters in the breeze as wet red strands of hair stream along. Yes, M'gann is wet...and no, she doesn't seem to mind at all. She honestly seems to be having fun, now that she isn't being snipped at.

Meggan Puceanu has posed:
The poor Lurker might be prone to flailing around. Maybe it wants to fight. Maybe it hasn't any capacity to understand what it's facing.

The water isn't far from Meggan's feet as she zooms through the air, tilting in a long curve rather than a straight line for the Starling City dump. Or at least where they can hope to find some kind of trashy thing bound from Metropolis or Gotham, the refuse of crime handily dealt with. Though she is soaking wet and wearing little better than a t-shirt and shorts, the girl has only red marks visible and no actual cuts. Her golden hair flows behind her like the tail of a comet, that which isn't wrapped up in snappy mceel-face's unwanted claws. "This is too weird! I like it!" she calls out with a laugh, looking over her shoulder and taking a wobbly eel head smack for the trouble. "Are you doing okay?" She isn't fully flying at full blast, which is a helpful thing, since her top speeds would probably destroy the Lurker. Possibly herself in the process, being goo-covered, but no problem. "Can you tell me the direction to head in, if possible?" she asks, merry all the way.

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
"Doing good!"

The green-skinned M'gann does catch up, flying parallel with her elemental compatriot, the cape and hair rippling in the wind. With a wave of the hand and a flash of a smile, M'gann settles in to match her flight-path with the golden-haired Meggan. "Sure beats sitting on a slightly too-small bench, but I did love the butterflies." And, if there was any doubt that the green M'gann and the normal-appearing Megan were two different people...that little comment dispels that completely. "Though, I had no idea rehoming mini-Krakens would be so much fun!"

A weird sense of fun, that M'gann has.

As Meggan asks for directions to the nearest garbage scow, M'gann replies with a nod....and the closing of her eyes. She does resist the cliched tapping the side of her head with a finger, because really? All the TV shows do that and it really isn't necessary...(much). Then, with a snap, her eyes open, and shift to regard Meggan with their red irises.

"There is a barge just a bit ahead coming from Gotham, heading towards the Starling dump. The captain is rather bored and is watching Youtube videos of old TikTok compilations while the barge is mostly self guiding. We could liven up his day with Charlie here, if you wanted. Otherwise, if we head just a little more in this direction..." An image pops into Meggan's head. Internal GPS, beamed directly to her thoughts. "...we can make it to the dump itself, if you wanted."

Meggan Puceanu has posed:
"Much better than putting jellyfish back. Jellyfish have no sense of humour." Meggan is certain about this, and she may not be quite a fan of being stung by the Portuguese man-o-wars or the big umbrella-like jellies that lurk in the shallow zones where pollution is thickest. In those memories, her arms are as translucent as the jellies themselves. Weird.

The butterfly comment earns a smile from her, and she winces when the waves kick up close to the land and punch her up a bit. She has to angle herself higher to avoid being slammed into the eel-crustacean, and those heads wobble and lift like they might have some hope of vaguely shaking off the whammy. She doesn't smack one senseless, just ascends sharply while M'gann triangulates with the elemental veering about two hundred feet into the air and then reversing course at a breakneck speed, one fast enough to make the average not-deep-sea dweller pass out. The Gs she pulls at that speed are a bit bone-shuddering, but it's her who has to absorb the sudden stop at the end instead of the other way around. "Dump or the scow. Let's go for the dump, no people there. He will eat people. They will?" Is it a he or a they when two heads and one body are shared? Eww, problems.

"Then it can scuttle home when it's full," she adds, nodding smartly. Or she might start a plague on the dump, but at least it's organic?

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
There might have been a laugh in the sea breeze that is carried off. It...might have been because of a certain feeling carried over. A mental image of a plague of hungry sea creatures eating all the garbage. Though...there is an answer as Meggan uses an effective means of further pacification of their friend. "It prefers they. Definitely two distinct minds there, when not being led by their stomach."

As the two get closer, it is not so much the sight that greets M'gann...but the smell. "Bleagh!" That is a clear sound...perhaps augmented with a thought. But...the next is definitely audible and not at all mind-intruding at all. "Well, apart from the lovely smell we discovered, there is no one there. It should be safe for our grabby little friend until they are full and ready to go back home." There might be just a bit of reinforcement of wanting to go home when full....but, it is easier when the subject is not fighting. "I have a feeling they will be more willing to go home this time."

Meggan Puceanu has posed:
The garbage dump isn't so large between two mega cities that it lacks spots mostly famed for gas pipes and not a lot of digger trucks around. Excavators operate to the middle more than a patch by the side, and it's all Meggan can do to navigate up into the air with her friend and her not-friends. "They can be dropped off there, I think. They know their way back to the water, and I hope no one tries to go nearby. Can you tell them to stay away without having it shot?"

Because while it's fine for an Atlantean king to demolish these things, maybe not everything needs to be murdered! Maybe, though she probably makes a weird sight over the water and then ultimately the garbage with the gulls, flies, and stench. Ew. Well, dropping it from ten feet in the air might be too much considering those exoskeleton legs would probably be crushed. M'ggan can at least fly and stay far away; she has to go in and put it down on a pile of tires, and fly off as fast as she can.

Even her thoughts gag!

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
M'gann does indeed hang back. At least, physically. But she is already working on leaving an impression upon the two-headed crab-eel in Meggan's care. And...this time, she loops Meggan in for the mental chat.

It is really more of a smattering of images, when it is all said and done. But, the concept is the same....and hopefully the results are, as well. It all boils down to water good, land bad and a rather amplified urge to want to go home once food has been had.

But yes. The smell. Atrocious...even when relayed in thoughts. At least they will be safe!

Meggan Puceanu has posed:
Once she's done with the dump run, Meggan gives the classic v of victory with her fingers to M'gann. And she spends approximately six seconds plowing her way straight for the sea, giving it a pretty broad arc to get away from the port and the oily traces left by barges and freighters. Those coatings are traumatic enough to have on her to say nothing of traces polluting the elemental.

Meanwhile, the crab beastie Lurker starts to feast and the scrabs of wasted food prove less enjoyable than living flesh, but dead flesh is still fine for a semi-scavenger.

<<EW, ew, EW! I'm so dirty!>> Thoughts that ring in the blonde's mind before she tilts down, apologetically striking a metaphorical pause and plunges a good thirty feet straight down. Anything to get the goo and the ooze and the trashy smell off her. Frantic scrubbing only goes so far. Salt water is fabulous for cleanliness, but only so much. Still, she hope for the best, at least, in escaping the smelly ruin. "Ugh, that's just awful. Sorry for the need for a dip, but I can barely stand that kind of situation. Maybe we can find tea. Or a pile of soap."

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
The Martian is patient. And maybe a little amused, but only slight. After all, it was a nasty little refuge of refuse and the smell was toxifying, but not intoxicating. The need for a rinse is certainly understood and welcomed. M'gann herself seems none the worst for wear...but that could be more due to her limited time in the water...and the fact that her wardrobe changes with her.

"Oh, no problem! Makes complete sense to get clean after that." There is that smile, as both girls just hover there, over the water. "I am just glad I was able to help...and get help, too! Not sure what I would have done if you was not there!" The idea of tea is contemplated...and soap. "Well...Tea sounds lovely. Over conversation. After today, I am sure we have a lot more in common than we both realize!"