[Pacifica]: Choose Your Own Adventure | OTA

[ikissdhimbck]

On the shore:


Kate looks out across the great, big, never-ending blue sea. It ain't like Galveston, with its grey-blue inlets and ships constantly coming and going, and she don't even think Risa's oceans stretched on so long. The salty air makes her eyes sting, or maybe it's just the wonder of it all leaving her a mite overwhelmed.

She digs her toes into the sand, boots left somewhere behind—she learned real fast at Annie's wedding that cowboy boots and sand don't mix—and grins as the water comes lapping at her feet. Speaking of Annie, she should be here any minute now, assuming that pretty new husband of hers can spare her for a few moments. She's promised to show Kate how to go surfing, which would explain the board she's holding onto and the unusual beach attire.

If anyone's on their way swimming or surfing, they might just pass the tiny blonde cowgirl, hair whipping around her face, the bullet wounds in her right bicep and left thigh visible for the first time in years. Ready to take on the sea, and all that goes with her.



Pacifica Submersible Research Institute:



She's no science teacher, but as soon as she heard someone talking about the institute she knew she had to see it for herself. Her eyes are wide as she makes her way through the curved hallways, a big glass arch the only thing keeping the whole of the ocean from coming down right on top of her head. All manner of sea life goes swimming by, from small fish to the occasional Selkie, and it takes all her moxie not to press her nose up against the glass as she watches.

Some of these rooms are locked to folk with the right clearance only, but not all of them are. And she can see the deep sea vehicles they've got out testing in the water right now to boot. She's just gonna mosey around a bit and try not to get in any trouble — heaven knows how well that usually goes.

Comments

[treadswater]

Marriage and being on a beach, it seems, suits Annie. When the woman finally finds Kate on the beach, carrying her own board, she's damn near glowing. Her own swimsuit is more revealing than Kate's, but a bit more conservative than most here - Annie doesn't mind. Back home, she'd be swimming in her underwear more often than not, but here, she aimed for something cute that'd hold up. And whatever makes Kate comfortable, while not about to fall apart, that's all fine with her.

"Heyo!" she calls out, waving.

Annie notices the bullet wounds, but her eyes don't dwell. She's used to not staring at scars.

[1st_starfighter]

There might have been a certain Alex Rogan, also at the institute, and also interested. And, having spotted her, he might have wandered over. He never liked to press people, or to make them uncomfortable, so he mostly didn't bother even those who were important to him. But something like this was surely okay, right?

He hoped so.

And so he wandered over as she was moseying and moseyed along next to her.