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 Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2015 1:11 pm
He thought they were joking when they said his janitorial duties were happening in an underwater base. Like the bizarre sort of humor of this island was just trying to catch him off guard again.
But no, there he was. Underwater. In a facility. Utilities trolley and everything. He would have been fascinated with the idea if he wasn't paralyzed with the irrational fear that something was going to break those layers of glass and steel and whatever else and he was going to drown. Doubly irrational because Dawson knew he was a good swimmer. But still. He saw those tentacles out on the beach before.
"Uh..house keeping...?" he called tentatively as he wheeled around, utterly lost.
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2015 5:28 pm
Harley had spent as much time in the underwater base as she could. She even switched her more harmless, easy shifts to get a chance to loiter in the big ol' blue. That was where she was, sitting on a swivel chair, hugging her knees to her chest with her feet hooked on the edge of the seat. Her gaze was on the observation half of the port, watching the fish swim by, but every time the radar beeped she would turn to look at it instead, or the monitors.
It was likely the most quiet anyone had ever witnessed her being since she arrived on the island.
But then someone had ported in behind her, and she was unusually content to ignore them, right up until their greeting: 'Uh...house keeping...?'. That was it. That was all. She snorted, then outright laughed, and made the chair swivel to be able to look at him.
"AWWW, BOOOoooo!" She laughed, happily and easily. "I almost expected like, that lady from that one cartoon on tv..."
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2015 7:10 pm
He was a little startled by the loud laughter and quickly turned bashful when he realized someone had actually heard him. "Y-Yeah, uh, Consuela," Dawson mumbled as he pulled at his hat self-consciously. "I-I could do a better one if ya want, hold up..."
He squinted at the window, pursed his lips, and then in an uncanny impression of the woman falsetto'd, "Need more lemon pledge." Then he laughed at himself like a dork.
"Didn't even notice ya on the chair there, miss. I, uh," he glanced at the monitor without an ounce of recognition on what was going on there, "I wasn't inneruptin' nuthin' was I?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2015 8:06 pm
"That's the one!" Harley cackled out, snapping her fingers as the memory came back to her, of a character she remembered loving so much. Her laughter seemed to get louder as he performed a near-perfect rendition of Consuela, and soon the chamber was echoing with giggles and laughs between the two of them. At some point she had started clapping, applauding his brilliant performance.
"Amazing! You're awesome, I like you. What's your name?" The energetic red head slid off the chair and took a moment to adjust her short shorts and tank top - this one was black and had Captain Hammer's logo on the chest - before wandering over to him, hand extended for a shake. "Nah, everything's normal so far! It's when the beeping gets super obnoxious is when you gotta worry! I think that one's just a big school or sommat." Her free hand waved in dismissal.
"Did you want help? I'm not bad at cleaning. I mean I'm not good, but...yeah."
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2015 9:16 pm
He immediately lit up like a kid presented with a gift (both with glee and more color to his cheeks), and the handshake was perhaps too strong and energetic as a result. He was Awesome. Holy crap, this was probably what celebrities felt like all the time!
Except even celebrities would understand who Nathan Fillion was, which Dawson did not.
"Dawson Grace!" he replied with a big smile. "Or Shaggy. Or Conseula if ya like." Wink wonk included. "But nah, ya don't gotta get up on my account, cleanin' ain't hard. Though, uh..."
He grew sheepish. "M'a bit lost. They, uh, didn't say how much I was supposed ta clean, so I guess I gotta look at it all...so uh....if it ain't takin' up too mucha yer time, I kinda need a tour? Never been here before with all the....water..."
His eyes became fixed on a blurry form in the distance, shoulders tensing until he realized it was just an ugly fish.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2015 4:02 pm
The enthusiastic grip hurt, but Harley was more delighted than shocked. She liked it, and it was somewhat refreshing to have someone more on her wavelength, if first impressions meant anything.
"Yeeeah I'm probably gonna call you Conseula." Harley admitted, her grin still plastered on her face. "I'm Harley Kiddo! My friends call me Hattie. I think we could be friends~ but you could also call me Superman if you want!" As that one scene from that one cartoon started playing through her mind.
"Tour?" Harley hummed as he asked, looking over her shoulder at the machinery and small sitting space. This particular facility was pretty small, but... "Yeah! I can do that! Soooo that's the portal." She pointed at it, which he no doubt came from. "And then there's the equipment for like, observatin' an' s**t. Then there's that weird little comfort spot..." She pointed at the table, chairs, and what otherwise looked like someone mashed a dining room with a library. So far, she had yet to leave his side and, oddly, let go of his hand.
Next, the pointed at the other half of the pill-shaped port, the one that was nothing but thick solid glass.
"And that's the best part!"
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 10:33 am
"Nice t'meetcha, Hattie, But shouldn't ya be Aquaman here?" he joked with a snicker because genius jokes from genius awesome people.
Fighting the urge to turn on a heel, Dawson swiveled his head around as she pointed things out, still a little nervous at the sight of the open sea. And, well, because a girl was holding his hand and not calling him something pig-related. Both made him conscious not to breathe audibly.
He gave a low whistle. "Some place, huh? Yanno, I really did think they were jokin' 'bout bein' underwater...Ya ever see anythin' down here?" he asked curiously. And he sounded mildly upset about it to boot.
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2015 5:23 pm
"I never really read Aquaman." Harley admitted. "So...Superman." She nodded sagely, and promptly got distracted again by the big 'ol blue, completely unaware of her current companion's attempt at quiet, regulated breathing. His hand was warm, and he was friendly, and that was good enough for her!
"I love this place." The dreamy undertones to her voice echoed in the little chamber; but she hadn't acknowledged his initial commentary, she was just willing to proudly express how great this place was. But the longer he talked the more she clued in, because clueing in was important, and offered him a smile. "I haven't seen anything like that yet, but I hope I do!" To her, the whole thing sounded more fun than dangerous; but that was just Hattie, accidentally displaying how green she was. Then she paused for a second, letting the information sink in, and finally uttered a sharp gasp, releasing his hands to instead grab his large upper arms, shaking him back and forth as best as she could, given her petite (though tall) frame.
"There's tentacles on the beach?!" She gasped out, shaking him a few more times for good measure. "When are they there? Night? Day? Random? How far off is it? Is there a certain place it shows up?!"
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2015 9:21 pm
Frankly he figured this was how a goldfish had to feel: stuck in a glass bowl while everything else looked in. Except the humans were the fish and the fish were the humans who were probably bigger and had sharper teeth and were mermaids. Yikes. Harley's enthusiasm was cute, though, so he didn't dare put his opinion out there and ruin it.
Though she almost shook it out of him. Small girl, lots of energy.
Blinking owlishly, Dawson replied with a helpful, "Uhhhhhhhhhh...When n' where it feels like? Off in the distance?" Anywhere not close to the shore was cool with him. "I mean, uh, I-I could keep a better eye on it or somethin' if ya want," he offered, chagrined he wasn't keeping up awesome appearances. "Watcha wanna know so much for? Ya on the team to capture it or somethin'?"
Enoh Love apologies for taking a while unu
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 11:11 am
"Whaaaaat?!" She continued, her voice raising sharply enough that it echoed in the enclosed space. "They're trying to catch it?! Why! Poor baby must stay free in the water, to be observed as the amazing specimen it is!" Clearly this girl was green. The greenest green that ever greened. But she shook him again anyway, as best as she could considering their size differences, and eventually let him go, throwing her arms in the air. "Geez, people!" Her green was still showing, sadly.
"Oh well, I'll see it one day. Maybe I'll see it up close another!" Her eyes went glossy with possibilities, her fingers lacing in innocent hopefulness under her chin. Her hands did drop away eventually, and that was to poke a button once the machine started to beep at her.
When she turned to him again, she stared at him as if she suddenly couldn't recall what they had been discussing, and decided to switch topics abruptly:
"So, why Shaggy?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 11:14 pm
Dawson sort of stared at her again, this time with mild concern. Her first instinct upon learning about the giant kraken thing was to get close? What, to hug it?!
"Uh...'C-Cause've my hair," he answered, tugging at the unkempt locks. It was also very evident that the hairy gene extended to face, arms, and legs (judging from what was seen through the tears in his jeans). "And well, uh, I, uh...I ain't exactly a brave fella," Dawson added with a pitiful look, like it was a dark secret of his.
"Look, uh, maybe I should get ta cleanin'..." At least it didn't look like the place was too big. But he gave the space around them another curious look. "You sure yer comfy here, Hattie? Kinda feels cramped."
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2015 9:22 pm
"That's kinda a mean nickname." Harley commented airily, her blue eyes on the ceiling as she thought it over. The hair she could understand, but the bravery thing was kinda...eh. She was busy thinking and missed his attempt to get back to work, but she did clue back in when he said her name. The following observation was more than enough for her to guess what was being said.
"Cramped? Nawww, it's fine! I like it. It's like cuddling, but in a building." She wrapped her arms around herself, holding herself tightly for a moment. "Plus it's a giant window and there's some light down here so I am totally a-ok! Better than being in the basement."
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2015 8:08 pm
Building cuddling. The mildly concerned looks continued.
"Aww don't knock it," he said as he started to push his cart onward, checking around it constantly as the hallways were not particularly wide. "Me n' Horace've been working on makin' it a bit more liveable. Don't got as many blood marks!"
Dawson paused to consider why the hell that had to be a positive. What was with this life.
"Well look, I'ma letcha get back ta work, but..." He gave the room another lookover, this time with a more studious look, seeing things that had yet to exist. "How's about next time I come 'round I try n' fix it up a bit fer ya anyway? Think I know a few things I can do t'make it comfier..."
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2015 5:25 pm
"I just...I can't handle a place with no windows." The trainee shuddered at the thought, holding herself tighter at the idea. "The blood and the shackles don't bother me. There's just...no natural light." Not that natural was a way to describe anything on this island, or in this life.
She had decided to busy herself with the consoles in the mean time, getting her mind off the subject and onto something more fun - like the radar, for example, that was showing a school of fish in the distance. When he spoke, she was quick to turn back to him, not wanting to miss what he said.
"...Wait, you mean this place?" She asked, surprised, as she gestured widely towards the rest of the small room. "This is an outpost...?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2015 7:25 pm
"Yup," Dawson concurred sadly. "S'why I like any excuse t'get out, yeah? But uh...yeah, this is an outpost...or an underwater lab or whatever the squints wanna call it. Kinda like a Batcave!"" he added with a chirp.
"But yeah, there's always room fer improvement." He tapped his fingers against the handle of the cart thoughtfully. "Few pillows n' stuff never hurt nobody..."
Although Dawson had a lot more in mind than that.
"Text me when ya get yer next shift here, I'll show ya!"
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