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[PARKER W.]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,460,true] S eptember 3rd, day one, six fifteen a.m. was she tired? Not a bit. Nervous? No way. The woman aligned the group of papers on her desk, peering over them once more. PARKER WILDS it said on the top. Her schedule was listed below it. She picked up the paper, looking at the one below it, HISTORY - CLASS 3. It said on the top and under it were a multitude of names from the kids within the large yet sparse school district. 26, there were. 26 children, 52 eyes staring at her for 55 minutes. No, she wasn't nervous. Not at all. The school was small, tiny compared to the labyrinths of the city. There were only a dozen or so rooms, the class sizes were usually no larger than twenty with children from multiple towns within some vague proximity of the little Sepalum school-house. It was well maintained, however. The wood felt cozy under her thick shoes, a mural of a sky was painted with love, probably by some neighbor or parent. Chairs and desks were not, unlike her school, differentiated by the various marks of graffiti, though, the teacher noted, there were still quite a few scratches and drawings, but by the wood, the structure, the paint. A few were the traditional style, plastic and metal, small desk attached to the arm of the chair. There were a few wooden ones that attempted to mimic the more orthodox design. There was a table or two, five chairs sitting under it. Made things a bit too easy to talk, Parker noted. She'd had to take note of that. Even still were nightstands, coffee tables, stools and chairs of various shapes, materials, colors and sizes. Parker smiled. It had a charm. Her foot tapped on the ground and her weight shifted left and right as she grabbed the textbook she was to use, flipping it open to run her tan, calloused fingers through its yellowed pages. It was old, she had learned from it herself, actually, for a brief semester sophomore year. It was surprising it was still in print. Maybe this school just couldn’t afford new copies? No matter, she could easily point out any discrepancies that happened to pop up with aged classics such as this. To be honest, she wasn’t sure why they even needed the book, she could probably just teach it from her head. She put the book down, adjusting her jacket as her eyes shifted to look at the small, round clock above the door. September 3rd, day one, six eighteen a.m.

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[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #FFF;] TAGS students

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #FFF;] NOTES whoooo first day of school at six in the morning

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[Meredith]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=vAlign, top] NOTES ! TAGS. parker w and others! WORDS. 566 LYRICS. beyond the sea, frank sinatra NOTES. hello i crashed thread. fyi only his stomach and above is visible from the window.

We'll meet beyond the shore we'll kiss just as before Man. Even the mornings on land were more spectacular than in the sea. The sun came up and it was as if everything decided to come out and say hello. And keep saying hello. Birds, similar to seagulls except differently coloured, flitted from tree to tree and sang out loud. The grass that his tail fin dragged on was touched with a hint of morning dew, and felt much much better than dragging through sand. The sun shone powerfully, as if it were asserting it's rule over all beings, human or animal, and over all this was a pretty righteous day. Perfect for exploring. The young mermaid had scooted about through the darkness, passing all sorts of buildings while the rest of the towns people were asleep. He was an explorer, moving slowly through the world of aliens. Alone, yes but very few knew of his existance here. Somehow a big dumb fishman stealthy sneaks around. Yes. But today he didn't want to be stealthy, damn it. So when he chanced upon a large building with many windows, he decided to try and find his way in. People had to be in there; even animals had shelters to return to to sleep in. Maybe he'd catch one in here, if any slept in. He eagerly scooted up to a window and pulled himself up on the brick ledge, trying to flop inside and- wham! He reeled away, slightly stunned from hitting his head against a strange, invisible force. Odd. Windows down under were simple to pass through. So what was this? Maybe it was just this one, this window had to be defective or something. And before he hit his head it didn't look like a single breath of life existed in there. The male scooted about, moving down the rows of windows until he decided, surely this one couldn't be defective. Once more, he propped himself on the ledge and- Oh my. He'd not seen one this clearly, ever. And it seemed distracted, observing a circular object. Except he was clearly staring at it's back. But he had to- no he needed a closer look. Cautiously, he leaned forward, forward, forwar- splat. His bare skin met with the force once more, slightly cold and immobile. He let out a short grunt, straining against it with his bare chest. It refused to give way, however. Maybe the blonde haired person inside could assist him. His face pressed against the glass-- and what was this?! He pulled his head away, and saw a fog where his mouth had been pressed against. Aha! He could send her a message. He put all his weight on one wrist and his tail fin, before he began to pat the window. Pat pat pat. He would continue patting it until it made a noise loud enough for the person inside to hear. In his fog he quickly scribbled three words: Shaahii. Shaavoh ciipaa. There, surely any civilized being knew some mermish, right? And if that didn't work... "Hey! You there, I'm stuck, help!" He began waving and grinning widely, trying to put on his best face. First impressions were important, okay. The male wondered to himself what one of these humans looked like from the front. Would it be as scary as some of the tales he'd heard? The die was cast long ago though; question was... how would it react? please don't eat him

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[PARKER W.]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,460,true] 6:18 and 35 seconds, 6:18 and 47 seconds, 6:19 and 3 seconds… Parker’s torso collapsed as she sighed and looked towards the text-book once again. Why was this taking so long? She dragged her finger once again across the old text book, flicking through the pages, watching as the years flickered through her pages, there went kings and knights, inventions and… Was that a tapping? The woman turned towards where the noise was coming from, to see a…man behind the window? “Whaah?” The already tightly wound Parker couldn’t help but make a face as she jumped up startled. He was a little older than her, with shaggy brown hair and sun-tanned skin that was hard to see behind the self-made fog in front of him. She squinted a bit. Was he…writing on the window? Just scribbling by the look of it. "Hey!” He started to yell, his voice muffled behind the window. Parker jumped up again, her grimace persistent ”You there, I'm stuck, help!" This was odd. Parker cocked her head as the man waved frantically. This was very odd. Maybe he was special? She frowned, before letting out a long sigh. Either way standing here wouldn’t do much good. She peered at the desk, eyeing the stapler with pursed lips before shaking her head and walking up to the window. She leaned down to unlock the clasps before beginning to pull the glass up with a grunt.

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[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #FFF;] TAGS students...and mermaidman

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #FFF;] NOTES kinda lame woops

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[Meredith]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=vAlign, top] NOTES ! TAGS. Parker and Students ! WORDS. 328 words ! LYRICS. beyond the sea, frank sinatra NOTES. do as you please, you may control how and where Meredith lands and such ! I mean, sure if you really feel the urge to you could make him lethally impale himself but that wouldn't be very knife now would it ?

We'll meet beyond the shore we'll kiss just as before The merman continued to beam like a flashlight at the woman as she came on an approach. How nice of her to help, even though she had not said anything, well not real words. Perhaps she was a mute, or had not been raised properly to speak as some of the other humans he'd spied from time to time. A pretty mute, he noted, although the expression on her face was incredibly similar to one of disgust or pain. Was she in pain? Was something in there harming her and he could not- maybe it was similar to the barriers! How was he going to get such information out of her, however? Maybe he could take it upon himself to teach her the language of the sea, mermish, and the poor thing could finally express herself. Absolutely. This was a noble task and as a nobleman he would gladly accomplish such a goal. His eyes gleamed excitedly as she began to open the window for him. "Thank you!" He sound in a bit of a rush, because he was! She had made another noise, although smaller this time. Whatever was afflicting her did not cease even when she assisted others. Cruel, maybe some kind of magic. That was a thing on land, supposedly. "For helping me, I will help you...!" It was time to help a human! Opportunities were taken, not given, and before the metaphysical window of opportunity could slam shut on him, he gave a mighty, awkward push with his tail and hands and... oh dear. He was aiming to launch himself through the window. There were a few possible ways this could end, none of them very good. If she remained in his way, almost seventy eight kilos of man fish was about to slam into her. If not, one of the small tables would certainly suffer a Meredeath from the impact. Or if she's fast she could shut the window on him but ow. Either way, flying fishman inbound! Wait how was he going to defeat magic--

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[PARKER W.]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,460,true] T he man watched with wide eyes and a shining smile as she pulled the heavy window open. ”Thank you!” she heard him say as the window slowly creaked open. ”N-“ He didn’t give her time to really grunt a ‘no problem’ as the had opened just wide enough for a possible entry. The man then immediately gave an intention to help and before Parker knew it there was a good 170 pound man flying towards her. ”GYAYAH!” The woman let out a brassy yelp as the man slammed into her, pushing the two of them to the floor where they skidded for a few feet before crashing into one of the desks. Unfortunately, the desk had quite a few papers on it, the jolt had rustled them a bit too much, and they flew upwards before fluttering down over the crashed duo. ”Wh-wha?” was all the dazed Parker could really say at the moment. She was on her back, propped up against the leg of the desk. Her head was throbbing as it had hit said leg. There was a heaviness on her and…her clothes were wet. A paper floated down on top of her head, obscuring her view so she had to reach up and take it off and actually see what had actually just occured. ”Wha jus-GYAH WHAT THE FUCK?!" On top of her was, tail and all, one genuine, damp, real live, merman.

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[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #FFF;] TAGS students...and mermaidman

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #FFF;] NOTES she speaks!

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[Meredith]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=vAlign, top] NOTES ! TAGS. Parker and Students ! WORDS. there are words ! LYRICS. beyond the sea, frank sinatra NOTES. qq i'm a bk

We'll meet beyond the shore we'll kiss just as before Naturally, as with anyone who must boldly leap into the unknown, the first thing Meredith had done was squeeze his eyes shut before going airborne. This wasn't his element, he could afford to be a little nervous about some things. But no resistance whatsoever met his fin-icky form-- perfect. Maybe. Unless the magic wanted him to do this. Shit, he should've thought this through. Nothing he could do now even if he wanted, we had a flying fish-- ka-krash. Papers flying, woman yelling, the desk screeching as it slid along, and before Eddy realized it the duo had come to an awkward stop against the leg of said desk. She was pretty soft; while she surely had taken the brunt of the damage, Eddy himself was not even ruffled. Hopefully she had not gotten terribly injured, as the mermaid was no doctor. From his perch atop of her, a pair of glittering green orbs stared downwards at her. Like most of the humans he'd seen thus far, she wore a strange covering over her body, now soaked courtesy of himself. And she made such interesting noises. Or maybe it was a language he didn't know. A perplexed expression came across his face juuust as she ripped away the paper barrier that divided their eyes. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" Of those words, he knew two. "What the fuck," he parroted back at her, oddly calm in contrast to her bewildered state. "Oh so you can talk. I wasn't sure if you could." He didn't make any effort to move off of her though. He was touching an actual human and their weird coverings all over. Truly, a momentous occasion. The male did, however, lean down closer til their noses were practically touching, expression altering to one of concern. "Are you going to be..." he summoned the bit of human slang he knew, "okay?" He was confident that was how the word was used before continuing. His original quest juuuuuust lingering in the back of his mind, he couldn't help himself and lightly brought up a hand in an attempt to touch her cheek, and lightly trace along it with his finger. Another day, another beautiful human to run into. Land life must not be too bad if it was full of people. "I have escaped the surly bonds of Earth, and touched the face of God." He couldn't help but beam down as he spoke. From his travels, he knew this was a human quote, one of his favorites as a matter of fact. Maybe she would like it as well.

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