Bubble Trouble

[meatthefuture]

Who: The Straw Hats
Where: Sailing log en route to Gamboller's Berth With a pitstop at Empieza.
When: March 30th-April 7th: Sailing, April 8th-11th Empieza
What: Bubbling and other shenanigans
Warnings: The usual




Have at. :3

Comments

[letteropener]

Much preferable. This feels more... comfortable. Maybe that's just my perception.

[She shakes her head, which sends a veritable wealth of hair tumbling all about.]

I had no special plans, except to experience and enjoy.

[yourotherleft]

At least you're getting something good out of these bubbles. Just don't overdo it, you don't wanna pass out asleep and sleep away your human time.

[letteropener]

I am going to have to figure out what to do with these while I sleep. [These, of course, are her arms, which seem so oddly short and don't work quite the same as her forelegs do.]

[yourotherleft]

[amused!] It's not that complicated. I usually put mine...

[Erm. AWKWARD.]

...uh. Under my head? Under the pillow. They just end up wherever they want anyway, you don't gotta think too hard about it.

[letteropener]

That's easy for you to say, you grew up with them. Where would you put your wings when you slept if you had some tomorrow?

[Okay, so she still has a bit of sass left in her, no matter her attempts to dial back her loosening-up.]

[yourotherleft]

Wings?

[HMM. He has to think about that one. Not that he's popping bubbles to see for himself what it would be like, but all things considered, wings aren't the worst.]

Hmm. They fold up, right? Though I guess laying in a hammock would be hard, you'd be laying on 'em. Might have to sleep on my stomach.

[letteropener]

Sometimes when you sleep, they have a mind of their own. [She means absolutely no comparison to anything by that statement.]

[yourotherleft]

They do?

[you learn something new every day]

So, what, they flop around and stuff?

[letteropener]

Or extend. A lot of pegasi have that problem, especially when they get their full growth.

[yourotherleft]

[okay this time he has to smirk, no matter how hard he tries to hold it back. Because he's mentally twelve.]

Lotta guys have that problem too.

[letteropener]

Well, to think all this time human males had wings and I had no idea. This is what comes of your insistence on always wearing clothing.

[No, Celestia isn't being naive, she's sassing.]

[yourotherleft]

Not wings, but...oh. [you sly girl, you. At least Zoro is shirtless often enough that she could have checked that hypothesis anytime...]

Well, maybe you'll learn more stuff like that, being human.

[letteropener]

Well, I am certain I do not have a proper cutie mark in this form. [And her glance at her flank is, indeed, fairly naive for a human.]

[yourotherleft]

Ah. [no, he's not going to check for her] Is that gonna be trouble?

[letteropener]

Not in the least. I still seem to possess the ability to do magic... and THAT I do not understand.

[Unconsciously, she rubs at her forehead, where she really ought to have a horn.]

[yourotherleft]

Ohhhh. [impressed] Well, that's good. Better than this world's weird shit stealing everything from you all at once.

[letteropener]

There are some things it can never take, and others I will never see again. [Celestia shrugs, an unusual expression from her but one she is happy to make use of. So much easier to do in this shape!]

[yourotherleft]

Then I guess, have fun with it. Do we need to put another hammock or something in the girls' cabin, so you have somewhere to sleep?

[he's actually never been in there, has no idea how many beds are available for their ladies]

[letteropener]

Oh. Do you know, I hadn't thought of that.

[But a mast spar is just as comfortable to humans as it is to a pony, right?]

[yourotherleft]

[leave it to him to think of sleeping]

If you need a hand with that, just say the word. Although...cook might be more interested in helping out.

[letteropener]

...The way you say that, and knowing what I know of Sanji... I am not certain I should be requesting his help.

[yourotherleft]

[griiiiiiiins]

Smart. Very smart.

[letteropener]

Shouldn't you be keeping him in line?

[She twitches, then stumbles slightly -- the side effect of trying to flick a wing in his direction, but lacking the necessary limb now.]

[yourotherleft]

Me? Nah-uh. I'm not in charge of him.

[it has nothing to do with his newfound figure...well, almost nothing.]

[letteropener]

Maybe you ought to be. Someone ought to take responsibility. [The amused smile she favors him with is at once very familiar and yet strikingly different on a human face.]