Going Swimmingly

[palmerthing]

 *Palmer has found a lake today and is giving it an uncertain kind of look. Not only is such a large outdoor feature a bit unexpected when there appears to be nothing in particular dividing it from the couches and chairs in the main area of the nexus, not only would he probably start turning into something aquatic on automatic as soon as he tried swimming, but he's fairly sure that he saw Gollum from The Lord of the Rings swimming in there and that's just too much weirdness for him. Not that he has any room to talk, but he's not up for that meeting yet. So he sits on the beach and watches the waves. Hopefully there won't be any merfolk or cartoon fish, one fantasy character at a time is bad enough.*

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[save_us_alice]

Right -- I suppose being something that can shapeshift, and create new forms for itself on the fly, would lend itself to such duality.

[palmerthing]

Everything is normal and everything is horrifically other at the same time.

[save_us_alice]

Everything is horrifically other until you can make it one of yours, anyway. I assume that's how it works?

[palmerthing]

Pretty much, yeah. Everything needs to be mine.

[save_us_alice]

More like 'everything needs to be you.' Or at least your offspring.

[palmerthing]

Yeah, but saying it like that makes it sound weird.

[save_us_alice]

I'm the Alice whose best known for Wonderland, whose husband briefly brought back a corpse bride before getting yanked into another dimension, whose father-in-law is a steampunk cyborg thanks to a trip to Arcadia, whose cousin-in-law is also a victim of the Faeries, and whose sister-in-law is a DeLorean who can become a little girl. I kind of live 'weird.'

[palmerthing]

Ha! Yeah, I'm just sensitive about looking weird even when there's no reason to be.

[save_us_alice]

Evolutionary desire to fit in until you can claim the others, I assume?

[palmerthing]

Yeah, basically.

You seem remarkably blase about this stuff.

[save_us_alice]

Part of it is just being more or less used to all this weirdness at this point, and part of it is that I don't want him to get upset. [nods at Chester, who is carefully burying his foot in sand] He's going to have to be used to this sort of thing too, given where we live and all.

[palmerthing]

Oh yeah, right. Right. Don't scare the baby.

[save_us_alice]

Baby may cry loudly and trust me -- you don't want to have to hear that. I don't know where Chester developed the ability to scream like he does, but. . .

[palmerthing]

*A small smirk.* Good thing I can block off my ears, then.

[save_us_alice]

And, for the first time, I'm a bit envious of you. I do love him, don't get me wrong, but. . .he really has no volume control when he's upset. [pause, then sheepishly] I suspect he gets it from me.

[palmerthing]

I'm not sure if any babies have volume control when they're upset, honestly.

[save_us_alice]

This is fair -- I just don't have any experience with babies besides him, so. . .it's been a learning experience.

[palmerthing]

Don't worry, you're doing fine. I'm sure I have less experience than you do, at least experience that counts as mine.

[save_us_alice]

Right, right. . . I'm just doing the best I can. [watches Chester make another sand mound with a smile] I'm hoping it's enough.

[palmerthing]

Like I said, you're doing fine. Kid seems happy as a clam to me.

[save_us_alice]

Heh -- and you'd actually be a good position to know, if you've ever taken over a clam.

[palmerthing]

I haven't yet, but they can't be hard to find around here. Harder to know what the kid is feeling.

[save_us_alice]

Perhaps there's a thriving clam community in a random tidal pool somewhere. . .and as indicated, we'll know if he's upset. [she watches him poke random holes in his mound] Right now, though -- I think you're right. Happy as a clam.

[palmerthing]

Shame he ain't old enough to tell us yet.

[save_us_alice]

[Chester takes his mother's hand and tries to make her poke holes too -- she obliges him, glancing up at Palmer with a smile] He gets his point across.