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Day 1
Evening/Night

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Continued from
The Office/Main Desk

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They walked past the eeriely tranquil fountain and into a dark grove of trees. The ghostly shadows of the treelimbs snaked across the quiet trail leading to her cabin. The dead leaves crunched beneath Relana's feet; her breath condensated into the cold night air.

"Goodness," shivered Relana, "It's cold outside! I didn't notice how cold it was before."

A nightbird gave a haunting call within the cold night. Relana walked in silence for a moment, relishing the time she had with Glaucus.

Now, look at you! she thought to herself. You're acting like a silly schoolgirl! All in a tizzy over this boy.....Ooh, but I can't help it! He's so nice and so.....Handsome.... She grinned to herself, blushing a bit.

"So, Glaucus....Do your parents mind you being out so late? I hope I'm not going to get you in trouble..." she said, frowning.

"Ohhh, I'm glad," nodded Relana. "I didn't want to get you in trouble or anything!"

He opened the door for her and she ran inside, where she hoped she could turn the heat on. She turned on the light and found a quaint layout for the room. It had a living room with a wooden floor and a worn, faded green rug. A fireplace (complete with a few logs) was the centerpiece of the room; the mantle it was built around was a dark slate.
"Oooh, a fireplace!" Relana clapped her hands in delight, walking around the room. Just like the main desk, the room smelled slightly of cedarwood. Several landscape pictures adorned the wooden walls; they portrayed the awesome power of the North Carolina storms as waves broke across the worn rocks of the rugged coast. A brown couch slouched in the middle of the room; it looked like it had seen better days. Further down led to the kitchen, where it had a wooden floor and a white countertop. The refrigerator hummed softly in the background; Relana noticed that a toaster, coffee maker, and a microwave were on the large countertop.
Nonetheless, Relana was enthralled. The whole place had a rustic feeling to it. As she explored further, she found a door that led to her bedroom. A light pink coversheet was spread across the bed; the color reminded Relana of cotton candy. A low desk sat beside the bed with a tiny lamp on top of it.
"Oooh, this is so great, Glaucus!" she giggled, jumping in delight. "Are all American resorts like this?"

She dropped her heavy backpack on the bed and began to poke around a little more. Relana soon found the bathroom, which had white tiles and a clean, marble sink as well as a large vanity. The bathtub was marble and had a pea-green shower curtain. The toilet was small, but other than that, she loved the bathroom.

"Glaucus, I'm thankful for all you've done tonight! I'm so glad to have met you!" She grinned. "I can't wait until tomorrow!"

"Alright, that's fine!" she said, excitement creeping into her voice. "I hope I haven't inconvienced you in any way....See you later, then!" She gave him a quick farewell embrace and bid him goodbye.

As she shut the door, she squealed in delight.

"Aaaaach! He invited me to go somewhere! With him!" She pranced around her living room, laughing in delight. "Goodness, this will be so much fun! Me and my online friend get to go somewhere! I do hope the convention doesn't mind that I skip a day~!"

~End RP~

Nearly an hour later, Relana awakened; she felt very restless and unable to sleep. Her mind was wandering, wondering about her strange occurances since her arrival in America.

She sat up, rubbing her eyes with her hands vigorously.
"Ach," her voice croaked, "I need to sleep. Why can't I?" The dim glow of the bathroom light within the cabin made the whole place feel somewhat eerie; Relana never really liked the dark that much. Sighing at her silliness, she made her feet hit the cold, wooden floor to cut on some lights. She squinted as the bright light invaded the shadowy room; it seemed much more inviting to her now. She made her way to her creaky bed again and sat on it, surveying her large bags scrutinously.

Perhaps I need to put some of this stuff up; that may distract me for a while, she thought to herself.

She reached for one of her bags--the one she grabbed contained her violin, which she wanted to take with her to America. She felt as if this was the little bit of home she brought with her; it had been the very violin she was given when her grandfather died. Relana decided to open the bag and take out the violin case, just to look at it. She popped open the case and stared into the amber depths of the violin; the wooden aroma greeted her warmly. Smiling, she took it gently by the neck and plucked at one of the strings with her finger. It made a lovely sound that made her want to play.

So, she brought the violin to rest upon her chin and began to play. It was a soft, uplifting tune that she made up as she went; she made hundreds of songs that she never wrote down and played by the random picking of notes. As she played, the music began to speak to her, telling its own story.

The Irish girl reminisced of a small mermaid. The mermaid had lost her family to a bunch of violent sailors, who thought of them as monsters. She wept in misery as she travelled the seas, not seeming to care where the current took her. Then, she met a merman. At this point, the tune became a bit faster. The merman fell in love when he saw her; it was love at first sight. The mermaid also fell in love with the merman; now, Relana stood up and played loudly. She was rejuvinated by the wonderful music that she played.

She broke off after a few more minutes of playing, smiling brightly.
"Ach, that was wonderful," she said to herself, putting the violin down in its case delicately. Her mind felt much clearer now; her worries melted away when she played her violin.

Now, she thought, perhaps I can sleep. Instead of cutting the light off, she left it on as she tucked herself under the covers.

Relana had changed more drastically then anyone else. Glaucus knew it was his fault. He never, ever should have asked to go in the water. All he needed was to pop in and out, and cool down. A now she had half flipper feet and blue scales nearly covering her legs.
“Relana I’m sorry…” “Maybe we should go inside and get you something cold to ease the swelling?”

The pains, which he had put out of his mind after they arrived, came back tenfold; the feeling was horrible, almost unbearable, almost as if his bones in his lower arms were splintering. Glaucus’s attention was reverted to his spine, which began to feel like someone had tried to stretch him out. Glaucus winced and he tried to put these pains out of his mind. Only to be rewarded with agony in two spots on his forehead.

He knew it was coming but he wanted to suppress it for as long as he could, Relana was the victim here, he needed to be here for her. He could not be flailing about when she needed attention. And speaking of attention, Relana’s eyes snapped to her legs, as Glaucus braced for another drastic change.

Relana’s transformation had not yet finished. Still she writhed in agony as her feet turned into flippers. While the changes appalled Relana, and somewhat disconcerted Glaucus, he was also moved. Her new black lines and her blue scales were beautiful. Those thoughts of beauty were banished when Relana’s gills broke through.

Luckily, Glaucus noted that they didn’t completely open up, but they were also non-functional. What did concern him beyond her feelings of the transformation was her locomotion was going to be extremely difficult. Fearing for her safety, Glaucus picked her up again and pushed the door open. He carried her into her living room and placed her on he couch, he sat on the floor in front of her.

Still crushed with guilt, Glaucus asked her, “Is there anything I can get you, a glass of water, some ice? Anything?”

“Don’t worry I’ll get you another shell...tomorrow.” Glaucus said hopefully.

Relana looked terrible. Besides her “afflicted areas” her skin showed immense paleness, almost as if she were going to vomit, nausea he could tell. Glaucus felt compelled to help her and he nearly tripped over himself to get her water when she requested it.

Glaucus got water form the sink and looked under her sink for a large bucket. He came back into her living room with an empty bucket and set it beside the couch.
He hoped she wouldn’t need to use it, but he placed it there nonetheless.

But he wasn’t all right either. His arms were killing him and his spine still burned. His head felt cleft and in spite of his concern for Relana, Glaucus could take it no more. “Relana? Can I use the bathroom??” he said with all the dignity he could muster.