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[calmingmelody]

[Loosha has been in a bit of a down mood ever since the carnival began. First, her friends were gone and she was lonely. Then, Luke came back with half his hand missing and a really sullen attitude that she just can't seem to shake him out of. Of course, she hasn't tried everything yet. And so that's what she's setting out to do: Try Everything.

Of course, she doesn't know everything that can make humans happy, so she's trundled out into town to do some people-watching. She figures there's no harm in doing so since everyone already saw her at that party. It's research!

So, what are you up to, Mayfield? Whatever it may be, this stories-tall dinosaur-manatee-seal-walrus-thing is very curious and is not being subtle about it.]

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[inthebones]

You've contracted manatee wasting disease and the forward two inches of your flipper is about to permanently curl due to muscle atrophy. You require an immediate operation to reverse the process before it's too late.

[calmingmelody]

Aaaaay?

[why would you even think-- no what is that anyway

Loosha smooths out the flipper and puts it back down, then lets an awkward silence fall.]

[inthebones]

I'm afraid I've never been very good at pantomime.

[Susan does not sound very apologetic at all.]

Alright, let's try this again. Nod when I'm correct.

You want food.
You want drink.
You want me to build a manatee house.
You want a bright purple teddy bear.
You want coffee.
You want tea.
I'd like a cup of tea, actually, though I'm not holding my breath for anyone making one for me.
You want to watch television.
You want to know what television is.
You want to know why my hair moves of its own accord.
You want affection.
You want love.
You want love and affection from a mate that you'd like me to procure from somewhere.
You want a million dollars.
You want a million pebbles.
You're bored. You want entertainment.
You want to play more pantomimes.
You want to play Pictionary.
You want to read a book.
You want me to read the book to you.
You want to know all about 18th Century Romantic English Literature.
You want to write 18th Century Romantic English Literature.
You are an 18th Century Romantic English Poet Transfigured into the body of a large, endearing manatee-like creature.
You want me to stop talking.

[calmingmelody]

[Loosha has been called a lot of things, but an 18th Century Romantic English Poet is a new one. She suspects Susan is just being silly.]

Waaao~

[she doesn't nod, but that was an appreciative noise. Hey, maybe some of these suggestions are things Luke would like! Ah, but she's not sure how many pebbles she needs without being able to count to a million.]

[inthebones]

We aren't very good at following directions, I see. Oh, dear. Perhaps I shall have to learn Giant Manatee.

[calmingmelody]

[and at that, she nods like a smartass.]

[inthebones]

'Wao'.

[calmingmelody]

[Jeez that was the grumpiest Wao ever. Needs more high-pitched squealing.]

Kwaaah...

[well, you tried]

[inthebones]

You know I still don't know what you want, right?

1/???

[calmingmelody]

Aay...

[yeah, she knows. But she's kind of limited with what she can pantomime, and the concept she's trying to convey is sorta advanced to begin with.]

[calmingmelody]

[Or is it?

She stares for a moment...]

[calmingmelody]

[and then shrinks down and makes herself look really sad.]

[calmingmelody]

[and then gets up a little... still kinda sad, but not as bad.... but gettin' up...]

[calmingmelody]

[up more, feelin' a little better...]

[calmingmelody]

[...little more better...]

[calmingmelody]

[Better...]

done

[calmingmelody]

[ and now AWESOME!! With some jazz flippers, even.

DO YOU GET IT NOW SUSAN]

[inthebones]

Ohhh.

Of course. How silly of me; I should have seen it immediately. Why, it was perfectly obvious right from the start.

You want to plant a tree.

[calmingmelody]

[... Ah, she sees how you got that. Maybe the jazz flippers were unnecessary. Loosha puts them down immediately and rocks on them a little. What to do next...

- Maybe planting a tree wouldn't be bad? It could be like a gift.]

... Ay?

[Sure, why not]

[inthebones]

That was a joke; I have absolutely no idea what you were trying to do.

Do you want a tree anyway?

[calmingmelody]

[Ah, a joke. Well... never mind the tree then. Maybe if she does it faster she'd make her point?

Or maybe Susan would think she was having a seizure.

Loosha decides to just wave a flipper passively. Best to let the issue drop. Susan lives with the mopey Luke, so hopefully she's already working on a solution without Loosha's pestering.]

[inthebones]

As you like it.

That was an extraordinarily productive conversation. Let's do this again sometime, shall we?