[What a way with words the mermaid has. She looks decidedly unamused, standing around with her arms crossed over her chest as she observes the going-ons of the party.]
What is purpose of this? I do not understand. [the fuck is a "prom."
She steps up to one of the tables, squints suspiciously, and seems to decide: FUCK IT and grabs a cup of orange punch. The results are... eehhh...
Oona makes a face.] ...Oh. [She looks at the remaining punch and promptly... tosses it over her shoulder, cup and all. INCOMING.]
[Phase I: B]
[Oona has found the buffet table and promptly done what any self-respecting mermaid would do: Completely claimed it as her own. She shoves some food aside and sits on the table, swinging her legs as she sets a plate of sugar cookies on her lap.
Anyone who even so much as looks in the direction of the table gets bared teeth as warning, and if they approach Oona bristles]
Found it first, go away! It is mine now. If you want some, ask! [That's not how food tables work, Oona stop. She sniffs disdainfully and turns her nose up] But, will probably not give it to you... if you are human.
[Look she's been really behind her hating-on-humans quota, she's gotta make an attempt somewhere.]
[Phase II]
[Make out? She can do making out. Oona looks pleased as punch (no pun intended) and starts scanning the ground for a likely victim. She doesn't really care about Prom Royalty; it's some stupid Human thing and she doesn't care about that. It definitely isn't about that! Really you guys. Guys...
ANYWAY the grumpiest mermaid puts on her most winning smile, the kind she usually reserves for clients coming to watch her strip, and slides up to the nearest person--male or female, doesn't matter--and slips her arm around theirs', batting her eyelashes]
There is garden in the back, yes? We should go make out. [YES HELLO HOW ARE YOU WELCOME TO "WHAT IS SUBTLY" POPULATION: OONA.] That means to kiss a lot, yes? Kissing is fun. We should do that.
[PHASE IV]
[Oona looks rather put out0- she didn't spend hours trying to make out with everyone just to have the crown snatched away from her! This is bullshit!] Do you know how many humans I had to kiss trying to win? Deserve something!
[Then the water balloons drop and Oona jumps, startled as she watches people get hit. Oh no! Surely her heart will be moved to action to help her fellows...
Or maybe she'll just start laughing hysterically at the poor fools getting hit.] Hahaha! Yes, yes, this works well! Will accept this as reward! [More laughter until a couple balloons target her at once, catching her completely off guard and possibly sending her into the nearest person as she splutters in rage.]
Oona | OTA
This is stupid.
[What a way with words the mermaid has. She looks decidedly unamused, standing around with her arms crossed over her chest as she observes the going-ons of the party.]
What is purpose of this? I do not understand. [the fuck is a "prom."
She steps up to one of the tables, squints suspiciously, and seems to decide: FUCK IT and grabs a cup of orange punch. The results are... eehhh...
Oona makes a face.] ...Oh. [She looks at the remaining punch and promptly... tosses it over her shoulder, cup and all. INCOMING.]
[Phase I: B]
[Oona has found the buffet table and promptly done what any self-respecting mermaid would do: Completely claimed it as her own. She shoves some food aside and sits on the table, swinging her legs as she sets a plate of sugar cookies on her lap.
Anyone who even so much as looks in the direction of the table gets bared teeth as warning, and if they approach Oona bristles]
Found it first, go away! It is mine now. If you want some, ask! [That's not how food tables work, Oona stop. She sniffs disdainfully and turns her nose up] But, will probably not give it to you... if you are human.
[Look she's been really behind her hating-on-humans quota, she's gotta make an attempt somewhere.]
[Phase II]
[Make out? She can do making out. Oona looks pleased as punch (no pun intended) and starts scanning the ground for a likely victim. She doesn't really care about Prom Royalty; it's some stupid Human thing and she doesn't care about that. It definitely isn't about that! Really you guys. Guys...
ANYWAY the grumpiest mermaid puts on her most winning smile, the kind she usually reserves for clients coming to watch her strip, and slides up to the nearest person--male or female, doesn't matter--and slips her arm around theirs', batting her eyelashes]
There is garden in the back, yes? We should go make out. [YES HELLO HOW ARE YOU WELCOME TO "WHAT IS SUBTLY" POPULATION: OONA.] That means to kiss a lot, yes? Kissing is fun. We should do that.
[PHASE IV]
[Oona looks rather put out0- she didn't spend hours trying to make out with everyone just to have the crown snatched away from her! This is bullshit!] Do you know how many humans I had to kiss trying to win? Deserve something!
[Then the water balloons drop and Oona jumps, startled as she watches people get hit. Oh no! Surely her heart will be moved to action to help her fellows...
Or maybe she'll just start laughing hysterically at the poor fools getting hit.] Hahaha! Yes, yes, this works well! Will accept this as reward! [More laughter until a couple balloons target her at once, catching her completely off guard and possibly sending her into the nearest person as she splutters in rage.]
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