[ For someone who isn't the most physically fit person in the world (in any world), a task like this is kinder than most. However, Hotaru's still a young junior high school student, reserved and a little nervous. Any ideas she comes up with are tentative but thoughtful. They all have to do with conserving or promoting the health and safety of people.
In fact, being stuck in that room for a while wears at the mind, and churning out whatever ideas she can breaks down the walls she usually keeps up around the edges. She's been thinking about the technology here in this underwater world, and it's the genetic modifications that especially weigh on her mind. (Her father would love to see some of the research here, she thinks.) ]
Do you think that URSULA... that we could help URSULA cure chronic illnesses somehow?
[ What she's really asking is if her plot device syndrome can be fixed? No, no, she wants to be healthier so she can be of more help. They all have a mission to do here, and she doesn't want to be dead weight. ]
b. the abysmal sea
[ It's hard not be scared or anxious when technology suddenly fails and you've just become stranded with someone. It's not an unfamiliar experience for Hotaru, but it's still worrying when you don't know when or if help will come. Darkness itself doesn't frighten her, but there are still so many unknown creatures out there, and she knows the transportation vessel isn't invulnerable. ]
Should we try to find a way ba—
[ She's cut off by a small fit, her breath shortening as she leans over and curls in on herself, shoulders shaking. ]
I'm sorry. I'm— I'm fine. I'm just... a little dizzy...
[ She says, voice faint and obviously still in pain. ]
d. almost but not quite
[ After the third attempt of asking for a lamp like the ones she keeps in her bedroom back home, Hotaru gives up. She gives the droid a polite but less-than-happy thank you and looks at her collection of weirdly shaped firefly-like lamps. She gathers them up in her arms, her hold on them awkward because of the odd sizes and shapes.
It's not long before her grip slips or one tumbles out of her hands and crashes to the floor. ]
Oh, no...!
[ Hotaru moves to pick the fallen one, but in the process, another mistaken creation clatters to the ground. Does the sound draw you out? Does a broken lamp slide to a rest at your feet? Or maybe Hotaru bumps into you in her hurry to clean up after her mess? ]
hotaru tomoe | sailor moon
[ For someone who isn't the most physically fit person in the world (in any world), a task like this is kinder than most. However, Hotaru's still a young junior high school student, reserved and a little nervous. Any ideas she comes up with are tentative but thoughtful. They all have to do with conserving or promoting the health and safety of people.
In fact, being stuck in that room for a while wears at the mind, and churning out whatever ideas she can breaks down the walls she usually keeps up around the edges. She's been thinking about the technology here in this underwater world, and it's the genetic modifications that especially weigh on her mind. (Her father would love to see some of the research here, she thinks.) ]
Do you think that URSULA... that we could help URSULA cure chronic illnesses somehow?
[ What she's really asking is if her plot device syndrome can be fixed? No, no, she wants to be healthier so she can be of more help. They all have a mission to do here, and she doesn't want to be dead weight. ]
b. the abysmal sea
[ It's hard not be scared or anxious when technology suddenly fails and you've just become stranded with someone. It's not an unfamiliar experience for Hotaru, but it's still worrying when you don't know when or if help will come. Darkness itself doesn't frighten her, but there are still so many unknown creatures out there, and she knows the transportation vessel isn't invulnerable. ]
Should we try to find a way ba—
[ She's cut off by a small fit, her breath shortening as she leans over and curls in on herself, shoulders shaking. ]
I'm sorry. I'm— I'm fine. I'm just... a little dizzy...
[ She says, voice faint and obviously still in pain. ]
d. almost but not quite
[ After the third attempt of asking for a lamp like the ones she keeps in her bedroom back home, Hotaru gives up. She gives the droid a polite but less-than-happy thank you and looks at her collection of weirdly shaped firefly-like lamps. She gathers them up in her arms, her hold on them awkward because of the odd sizes and shapes.
It's not long before her grip slips or one tumbles out of her hands and crashes to the floor. ]
Oh, no...!
[ Hotaru moves to pick the fallen one, but in the process, another mistaken creation clatters to the ground. Does the sound draw you out? Does a broken lamp slide to a rest at your feet? Or maybe Hotaru bumps into you in her hurry to clean up after her mess? ]