One unenthusiastic video under sea [13/??? artefacts collected]

[sadfreezingbrit]

[ Philip's face is looking perfectly normal (if a little crabby in the strictly mood-related sense of the word). Shoulders, arms, no problem there. His chest, not currently covered by any sort of clothing, is looking just a tad more blueish and... transparent than it should

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[dashboardlite]

[Dean doesn't like heights. Water, he's okay with. He likes to swim. He likes the heat of the beach, and the sharp, salty tang of the ocean. He occasionally has dreams where he's fishing on the edge of a lake.

But being half tiger shark tends to put things in perspective.

Bad-ass perspective.]

...dude.

[He snorts, squinting through the camera and grinning stupidly.]

You're all see-through. S'kinda cool.

[sadfreezingbrit]

[ Philip sits up with a little difficulty (not much in the way of muscle mass in the blue area) and leans against the wall.

...Okay, so Dean is kinda right, it's... interesting to say the least. But still. ]

I'm hollow.

{ And I can't even call you monkey in good conscience right now, how do you think that makes me feel? }

[dashboardlite]

I bet you're one of the stingy types. Fuckers always got me when I went swimming.

[The few times Dean went swimming during all their travels.]

Hey, dude - Stop lookin' like a kicked puppy. Enjoy it. Figure out what's what.

[Take time to enjoy the little things.]

[sadfreezingbrit]

[ DEEP SIGH.

All right, all right, Dean has a point. This is by far not the worst event Philip can imagine. And he does like the sea even though the time he spends in it is usually shorter and a lot less intense.

Oh. But-- ]

No, I'm not. They're fine.

[ He runs his fingers along the first tentacle he can get hold of and wraps it around his hand. ]

See?

[ Philip has three days to figure out that he really is the stingy type who just happens to be immune to his own attack. ]

[dashboardlite]

[Dean would like to point out that jellyfish can't sting themselves, but he thinks it'll be funnier later when Philip accidentally shocks someone with a tentacle.

...what? It'd be hilarious.

He picks idly at a white scar running through one of the smaller fins on his lower half. It's like his entire body was transposed into fish-form. Or...whatever the Hell a shark is.]

You gonna go exploring the deep blue, Ariel? [Eyebrow raise.] I think cabin fever's gonna hit soon, but I dunno if the event made any sort of...big...shark-thing roam the hallways.

[sadfreezingbrit]

[ DON'T CALL HIM ARIEL GDI. ]

I wouldn't worry too much about that. You're probably the worst shark-thing in the mansion right now.

[ And with that he pushes himself off the bed and opens the door, peering out into the corridor which... doesn't look that different apart from the water (of course) and a slightly sunken-galleon-y kind of feeling. ]

...Looks empty.

[dashboardlite]

[Is that jealousy Dean hears? Does Phil wish he could be nearly as badass? Dean's been exploring the limits of fish-dom since he woke up with his tail and had a minor freak-out since he came to gasping for air. or...water. Whatever.

Dean is pretty sure that Sammy once told him that sharks can't sleep. Not that Dean gets more than four hours a night usually, but it's still weird.]

...guess I could look out- Aw, man. [Realization strikes.] What the Hell are we supposed to eat and drink? I ain't doin' sushi.

[sadfreezingbrit]

{ Aww, why not? Nothin' like a tasty raw fish breakfast, right Phil? }

You could always try number plates or tourists.

...Did I mention that I don't even have a digestive tract?

[dashboardlite]

[FROWN.]

Ha-freakin'-ha. Sharks eat jellyfish, don't tempt me.

[He scrutinizes Phil through the camera lens. Dean applies his knowledge gleaned from a single aquarium visit as a child.]

Maybe you like...catch shit with your tentacles, and digest it in your blobby part.

[sadfreezingbrit]

[ He cringes at the mental image of viewing his food digestion on full display. ]

...I'm going to see if any of the books in the library survived the water damage.

Do you want me to look up something for you? Vegetarian alternatives for a healthy half-man, half-shark diet, maybe?

[dashboardlite]

Ew. Gross, dude.

[Fuck seaweed. He's not eating that shit. Not if you paid him.]

I'll risk the mercury-poisoning and stick with chewin' on Flipper. [Dean looks really uncomfortable for a second, wishing that Sam was here. Everything would be easier if Sam was here. He wouldn't be resorting to asking other people for help, for one.]

...hey, could you...uh...do me a favor?

[sadfreezingbrit]

Uhm...

[ Philip hesitates for a moment, if only because he has no idea what Dean could be about to ask him and he can't help but suspect that it's just the set-up for some terribly unfunny joke at his expense. ]

Sure. What do you need?

[dashboardlite]

[Dean is such shit at research, and Sam isn't here, and he doesn't want to ask this but it's been forever since he went creeping through a library - the last time he did, he was just there to break in and steal a couple maps.]

...could you help me find a book on sharks? So I know what the Hell is going on if, like, Aquaman shows up, or something.

[sadfreezingbrit]

[ Huh. Well, that was a surprisingly ordinary request. ]

...Yeah, no problem. I'll, uh, meet you downstairs?

[dashboardlite]

[He doesn't say thanks, but he nods gratefully and switches off the communicator. And Dean swims - wow, rather elegantly and quickly, actually - down to the library. Maybe being a merdude isn't so bad after all.

Even though he's still shirtless.

Doing the shark equivalent to pacing, Dean ends up looking like a very predatory creature in front of the library doors.]

[sadfreezingbrit]

[ Sadly speed is not a thing Philip can offer. It already took him a while to develop a steady rhythm that allows him to propel himself forward in short bursts and even so he still prefers areas where he can use the pull of his arms to move, since there isn't a lot of muscle strength in his lower body right now.

And elegance? Well, majestic as the cornucopia of blue tentacles may be by itself, attached to one half of a skinny English professor the final verdict probably still falls into the weird category more than anything else.

...Be all of that as it may, he arrives at the library in all his jellyhybrid glory, a few minutes after Dean. ]

Did you have a look inside yet? Are the books okay?