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Another chance to go swimming! Voscil donned her wet suit and grabbed for a mask and snorkel like she had the previous evening. On top of it she added a pair of flippers looking positively silly as she slipped into the waters and took off swimming. A troll on a mission she was intent on bringing back whatever she could find for her team. If it had been possible the kid might have whistled but that was utterly impossible.

Combing over zone two for a considerable amount of time she found something near the bottom that made her eyes go wide. Voscil came back up for air and depositing her deemed worthy goods. Lazily floating on her back she let the tides carry her little body, before deciding it was time to get the show back on the road. Diving back down in the same area as she’d noticed there was something else down there amidst the kelp she gave it a yank and using her psionics raced back to the top.

Lastly she raced off to the last location, dipping down she pushed with her flippers to ease herself to the bottom. This one was fairly decent sized, although it lacked the shiny glow like the 2nd piece she’d found. No matter it was something! Rushing up top, she deposited and took the opportunity to spend some time swimming in the lake. Even her lusus had hopped in, the tigress was more than content with splashing around with her kid.

Odette suited up once more, strapping the scuba tank to her back. Gosh, this thing was heavy! Well, she compromised, it wouldn't be so heavy as soon as she was underwater. It was so strange how the water had such an affect on weight. It was the most notable difference between swimming and flying, she realized. How funny would it be, she wondered, to be a master of land, water, and sky? She supposed water was her shakiest element. There was only one way to get better!

She dived in, keeping her eyes peeled for wonderful treasures. This underwater cave was absolutely fascinating! She swam in pretty deep, fascinated by the markings underneath. Was that a carving of a seadweller child and their lusus? How adorable! And right underneath, something shiny was poking out. Odette swam over to it, using all of her strength to pull the object out. She swam up to the surface with her items, satisfied with her findings.

The next two times she returned, she decided to stay a bit closer to the entrance. She didn't know what happened to her adventurous spirit before, but she was feeling a lot more shy now. Maybe she was feeling lonely? She did miss her friends. Vremea was doing some diving, she thought. But did she want to be bothered? She was working for a different team. She sighed into her scuba gear, producing a weird, bubbling sound effect. It startled her, and for a moment she thought she may have broken her gear, but after she opened her eyes she realized her only trouble was that she was now surrounded in bubbles.

One bubble in particular caught her eye, and she tilted her head to study it. The way the light hit it was absolutely beautiful, and Odette was in awe. Then, a thought struck her. This thing was filled with air! Odette bobbed her head, eyes flicking around in different directions. The bubble seamlessly followed the path, and Odette couldn't help but giggle, only producing more bubbles. But, how could she complain?

Trendi eyed the water cautiously. He had the money for a boat, but never wanted one. His hobbies had nothing to do with the open water. Nothing. Still, the water was pretty.. and this seemed like a good way to get to know his teammates. Not wanting to get wet, he pulled out a fishing pole that Slow-Dad prepared for him. As his Lusus babbled incoherently about the ways of fishing, Trendi struggled lining the pole for quite some time. Once satisfied, he threw his cast out into the sea. All was quiet, save for Slo-dads continued "fishing tips" ... and it took a long while before his line finally hit something. Pulling it up, he shoved it into his bag and cast his line again. This time took even longer, and when he tried to pull it up nothing was there. He fished some more, picking up random pieces of what looked like junk to him, never catching a single fish ironically.

"Ah.. I fish, but get no fish? I suppose that's good though, yes?" He patted the bag he had with him, and signaled to Slow-dad that it was time to stop talking about fishing and head home.

Dictys was very pleased to see that ey was doing well with this event. Well, why wouldn't ey? Ey was talented, and it was a diving event. Pehaps ey shouldn't be so surprised at eir own skill. Wasn't one of the things Dictys prided emself on eir good memory?

With this in mind ey went for the most restricted zone - the smallest one, so to speak. Ey could show off both eir skill and eir ability to locate things of value. It was only discouraging that people were being careless (Dictys, of course, did not think for a second of sabotage - why would anyone have the motivation for that? Better to win a contest on your own merits, after all!). These were ancient artifacts from the spacefaring age that they were handling! And, well, some less important things. Dictys wouldn't pay any mind to those. Those they could damage in their haste.


Okay, people were growing suspicious. Alifax probably couldn't keep this up for much longer, no matter how much Frossa enthused about it. Perhaps it was what was proper but he was also redblooded. Still, he maintained his hold on his meteors as he descended, clumsily, to a point where he could see the treasures he was supposed to be retrieving. He'd pick out nice intact ones first. That was how the game worked, right? Sure, he hadn't been able to pick out things of much value just yet, but he'd get better at that. Alifax sifted through the dust to find large chunks of metallic debris and lifted them back to the surface.

Once, twice, thrice.

Then he had a decision to make. Was it really worth it to keep doing this? In all honesty he didn't care that much about winning...but on the other hand there was no real way of pinning anything on him. He hesitated and then swam back down for a final swing of his meteors.
[roll is for alifax]