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[For someone who's just found himself the winner of a cheap turtle cruise, Scott looks pretty calm sitting in his suite with his chin propped on the palm of his hand. He's skimmed the console posts and wheedled tiny bits of information from the kedan. He knows something is up with the turtle. ]

God only knows I deserve a vacation on a tropical turtle paradise right about now, but usually when I take my days off I like them sunny, not sickly. [Here he straightens, features losing some of their humor.] I know I'm the new guy around here, but if there's anything I can do to help, let me know.

[Admittedly, this might not be his best move considering he still has no idea why or by whom he was brought here, but no one's killed him (yet) so Scott's taking that as a good sign.]

Oh, and.

[The levity's back in his voice now but it's harder, more forced, and anyone paying attention can hear the undercurrent of worry slowly rising to the surface. He's already asked Tea but she'd only been one person and this turtle place is massive. Can't hurt to ask around more.]

If anyone's seen a group of nine kids - including two fish kids and a head in a jar - I'd also like to know, thanks. You can't miss 'em. Really.

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Yeah, but you don't look like a fish.

[It's meant completely matter-of-factly but manages to come out wrong anyway. Sometimes it's truly a miracle how Scott's managed to survive as long as he did.]

And I was going to! I just have no idea when I'm going to see them next.

[Which. Is somewhat worrying but he's not going to let that get to him. In the meantime though, this man's holier-than-thou attitude regarding underwater races isn't exactly pushing all of Scott's 'nice' buttons.]

But since you seem to know so much, maybe you'd like to offer some suggestions on what to call them outside of their names and 'fish kids'?

[Flat. Stare.]

How about their names? Or their actual nationality? Unless you would refer to humans as 'hairless ape kids'. [He might be just a tiny bit sensitive. Not that he'll ever admit it.]

That said, it could be a while. I'm not sure how much you've been told, but there is currently no way to leave Tu Vishan voluntarily.

[Scott gets it, he really does, but he's not really in the mood to be overly PC with every person he meets. So sorry, that flat stare is not going to faze him as much as it normally would. Any other time he might have apologized. Right now, he's a little stressed and disoriented and he's really gotten tired of those feelings in the past few weeks.]

Look, their names are Vil and Wuu and they're both Uhari, but I figured time was of the essence when I got here and I'm pretty sure 'fish kid' and 'head in a jar' would have been easier for people to remember and spot than a few foreign names.

[Here he pauses, sighs frustratedly.]

Sorry. These past few weeks—life's been crazy lately. Looks like it'll keep being crazy if I'm stuck in this place.

[Sorry Scott, Arthur is kind of a major jackass sometimes. A very unapologetic jackass. This is why his wife is still on their throne and not him.]

Not a lot of foreigners keep to themselves that much. Likely none of them are here, though.

[A pause, because... well, he can sympathize with things being crazy.] Current consensus is that time is frozen for us back home while we're here. People show up from various points in their timelines and haven't noticed disappearances, and it's likely you'll return to the moment you came from with none the wiser, if you return.

[Yeah well, he's used to dealing with jackasses and being pushed around. Ordinarily he'd be more inclined to snap back but he has better things to do right now than re-enact his squabbles with a replacement Jack of Hearts on the back of a giant turtle.]

Thanks. I hope that's the case. [Said shortly, but genuinely. Also, he doesn't like that 'if.' Like super really doesn't like that 'if.']

You make it seem like we're in a giant toy crane machine waiting to be grabbed and taken away by the giant claw descending from the sky.

[It's not an image he's really liking right now.]

That isn't the way I intended it, no, although I suppose the analogy does make a bit of sense in a twisted way. It's likely this is a separate dimension altogether, possibly a pocket dimension outside the timestream, but it isn't my area of expertise.

If you had any specific questions, I could possibly answer them.

Pocket dimensions. Great. And right after I just got back from one too.

[Surprisingly, he doesn't sound all too bitter about the whole situation. Just...weary. As for the offer...]

I have plenty of specific questions but I'm guessing I won't get too many specific answers. [At least, judging from the tidbits he's collected from others so far.] But I'm sure you can answer this one: there any good places to eat around here?

[Scott is weirdly hungry right now.]

It could be worse. I spent fifteen years as a water spirit in a swimming pool once. [Look on the bright side! Except there is no bright side! Ah the life of a superhero.]

It doesn't hurt to try. [A light shrug. But then he smiles slightly, a little wry.] Oh, there are places in the Water Sector I enjoy, but the last time I took a surfacer teammate out for lunch, I think she wanted to hit me.

[There's a slight pause before Scott speaks up again, head turned slightly to the right and brow furrowed.] I'm not even going to ask how that happened.

[He also probably shouldn't ask about the almost getting hit part, but there's a small part of him that is morbidly curious about why. (Sea prunes have not surfaced in this conversation just yet.)]

And was it a date gone wrong?

Likely for the best. [It's a long and unhappy story anyway. He'd rather talk about Dinah's hatred of sea prunes.]

Hah, no. My wife would have killed me. [His beautiful Atlantean wife. Sry Dinah you're not his type.] Still, there's a nice little bar about four blocks from the Water Sector foreigner residences called the Pearly Shell, has the best pub food I've had here. [If you like everything covered in or infused with seaweed.]

Sorry. Don't tell her I said that then.

[Doesn't he just feel awkward about asking about dates now. From the looks from things though, it's a marriage that's working out nicely, so good on him.

Also no thanks, pass on the seaweed. He'll take the turf over surf part of surf 'n turf any day.]

Pearly Shell, got it. Thanks for the suggestion, Mr...?

[Arthur doesn't seem perturbed, his marriage is going swimmingly right now all things considered. Better than it has in the past anyway.] Don't worry about it.

Arthur Curry. Surfacers tend to call me Aquaman.

Nice to meet you, Arthur.

[There's a slight pause as Scott rolls the other name around in his mind a little.]

Aquaman, huh? So are you originally from the ocean or something?

Likewise. [Though it's more 'eh' than sincere, to be honest. He can be diplomatic at least.]

Atlantean. Surface members of the press are not terribly creative. The one here not included. [Nah Lois too kind of (Superman???). But friend's wife.]

[Stop being such a cranky old fishman, Arthur. But Atlantean definitely catches his attention and he glances at Arthur curiously at the mention of that name.]

Atlantean? You know Namor the [douchewaffle] Submariner then?

[Never. Cranky old fishman is his thing. Everyone needs a thing.]

Namor? No, but Nita does. I'm from a different Atlantis than her.

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