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A walk on the beach, maybeperhaps, to clear a mind stuffed with equations and business; or perhaps a folly, a mishap, a foot placed wrong here or there or a map misdictated to an onboard computer and its army of ecstatic punctuation marks; or maybe an adventure in drowning The Tie or caking it with sand atop the chemical stains--whatever the reason, here you are: Pointedly not at the office, going for a walk down the beach.

The beach is dead. The beach is quiet. The beach is utterly devoid of life outside of yourself and the distant feather-and-chalk memory of recent seagulls. This is not the way beaches are supposed to be, no, not even in February, not in California, especially not on such a pleasant, sunny day. Of course, the recent semiannual squid-beaching might be the reason: The tideline is littered with flotilla of dead squid, so unpleasant in their repose as to frighten even the seagulls away from a meal.

How lovely.

Still gasping for life, one of the nearer squid has captured a prize in the form of a...

Well, it looks like a glob of purple jello; it certainly isn't a jellyfish, and despite the fact it's quite inanimate it is apparently proving quite resistant to the squid's attempt to destroy it. In for an encounter of the slimy kind? You may want to investigate.

Perhaps, as they've said of infants, talking to the eggs made them happier. Perhaps it made them angry, but as they were merely a lump of purple goo and rather uninteresting (and immobile) at that point, there was no way for them to express their thoughts on the matter. Whatever the case, though, when one of the eggs did decided to hatch, it was in an all-fired hurry to get out--so violent was its hatching that tiny flecks of purple jello would be smeared on the walls for a while to come.



Like most arthropod nymphs, the new addition is viewed much better against a dark background in strong light. It might almost be said to glow, which may make an interesting story for Eisley.

(( Sith apprenticeship comes next! <3))