The wetsuits are more complex than what she expected. A proper suit with a cap to tuck her hair in, perhaps? It makes sense, she's heard of such things for deeper colder waters, but she's never encountered one in the wild. She holds out the orange wetsuit with both hands and then disappears to go try it on. It takes some time.
When she steps out in neck to toe orange, with those little flippers on her feet, she looks at herself in the mirror.
"Oh my gods, I look like a duck. Look at this." She waves the flippers on her feet, "An orange duck."
On the platform
Dipping her toes in the water is nice. Just having a moment to sit under the bright sky and not actually go right to work is just as nice. The world is beautiful, with clear skys and seas. She'd pressed her face to the windows at the first stops, the beaches bright with sand and beauty. Even here she can see fish and life moving beneath them in the water but not the city so far down.
"It's weird, how this hardly seems like a world in danger. I'm sure it is but out here--it just seems peaceful."
She lifts her feet up to latch on the fins.
"What is this is like the last world where they didn't seem to think anything was wrong?"
Exploring
It takes time to get down deep enough to spot the city. Half of that is because she had to fiddle with her SCA halfway down to get a light on, and half because--well there was so much to see. But a mission is a mission. And she wasn't going to get a reputation for shirking.
It doesn't stop her from stopping completely still at the sight of the first people, asleep or dead, draped over a table. Sorry for whoever was behind at this moment.
Persephone | Orange | OTA
The wetsuits are more complex than what she expected. A proper suit with a cap to tuck her hair in, perhaps? It makes sense, she's heard of such things for deeper colder waters, but she's never encountered one in the wild. She holds out the orange wetsuit with both hands and then disappears to go try it on. It takes some time.
When she steps out in neck to toe orange, with those little flippers on her feet, she looks at herself in the mirror.
"Oh my gods, I look like a duck. Look at this." She waves the flippers on her feet, "An orange duck."
On the platform
Dipping her toes in the water is nice. Just having a moment to sit under the bright sky and not actually go right to work is just as nice. The world is beautiful, with clear skys and seas. She'd pressed her face to the windows at the first stops, the beaches bright with sand and beauty. Even here she can see fish and life moving beneath them in the water but not the city so far down.
"It's weird, how this hardly seems like a world in danger. I'm sure it is but out here--it just seems peaceful."
She lifts her feet up to latch on the fins.
"What is this is like the last world where they didn't seem to think anything was wrong?"
Exploring
It takes time to get down deep enough to spot the city. Half of that is because she had to fiddle with her SCA halfway down to get a light on, and half because--well there was so much to see. But a mission is a mission. And she wasn't going to get a reputation for shirking.
It doesn't stop her from stopping completely still at the sight of the first people, asleep or dead, draped over a table. Sorry for whoever was behind at this moment.