[Every so often, just every once in a while, you end up in the middle of a situation so strange, so absurd, that it's like it goes into slow-motion while coming right at you. If any situation counts for that, it's this one: someone in the distance running right at him, topless, hollering for dear life while being chased by two hunky lifeguards with seagull heads.
Is...is this some kind of weird dream?
Wait. Is that--]
--Rise, [said softly, more to himself than to her, equal measures shocked and confused. But it does spur him into action -- he can figure out what the hell is going on in a few minutes. He charges forward, stepping to the side so he can get behind her, between her and the uh. the lifeguards.]
She can take it from here, thanks.
[He may be a 5, but he wears it as well as any of the royals do, and after a discerning moment, the lifeguards stop their chase. They don't entirely back off, just yet, but they certainly do seem like they're wary of getting on his bad side.]
ii!!
Is...is this some kind of weird dream?
Wait. Is that--]
--Rise, [said softly, more to himself than to her, equal measures shocked and confused. But it does spur him into action -- he can figure out what the hell is going on in a few minutes. He charges forward, stepping to the side so he can get behind her, between her and the uh. the lifeguards.]
She can take it from here, thanks.
[He may be a 5, but he wears it as well as any of the royals do, and after a discerning moment, the lifeguards stop their chase. They don't entirely back off, just yet, but they certainly do seem like they're wary of getting on his bad side.]