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1 ♢ Little Mermaid
♢ Mer
♢ One of you is a mer person with something you want. The other is a powerful mage who can possibly give it to you. Can an arrangement be made...?

2 ♢ Exploration
♢ Mer and/or Human
♢ Whatever you are, your curiosity has gotten the best of you. Whether it's a sunken shipwreck on the bottom of the ocean or a mysterious cove hidden away along the cliffside... Venturing with a friend or running into something unexpected... What will you find?

3 ♢ Exchange
♢ Mer and/or Human
♢ Sometimes, territories are broached, but it's not always a bad thing. Whether you're of entirely different species, or just from different seas, you've met in peaceful circumstances- perhaps as a direct result of those! So it's time for a cultural exchange. Just ignore the fresh water mer.

4 ♢ For Science
♢ Mer and Human
♢ This is a one in a lifetime chance.... for at least one person. Are you on an isolated island? A ship far out to sea? A highly funded aquarium? Or perhaps even a laboratory with more than questionable methods... Either way, you have the chance now to study something rarely seen before. How will it turn out for both of you?

5 ♢ Ariel's Dream
♢ Mer and/or Human
♢ Some say it's impossible for a mer to live on dry land... except that's been quietly proven wrong. One of you has taken to living among humans, whether for years or still learning the ropes. As for the other... Are you a concerned friend, checking in on them from the sea? Or are you a landdweller, stumbling onto a great secret?

6 ♢ Sea Life
♢ Mer and Human
♢ While they have the legs for landdwelling, some humans seem to have more saltwater in their veins than blood, and those are the kinds of humans that end up with dealing with the mysteries of the sea the most. A surfer catching waves with shark mer? A pirate bartering with sirens for safe passage? A fisherman working together with those who know fish best? There's all sorts.

7 ♢ Stranded
♢ Mer and Human
♢ Well, fuck. Good job. One way or another, you're stuck where you shouldn't be. Whether that's a human lost in the tides, or a mer trapped against the land, you need help.... So don't be picky with what you do get.

8 ♢ Not Safe For Water
♢ Mer and/or Human
♢ The scenario made explicitly for Guillermo Del Toro and anyone who was extremely anxious for a xeno sex scene in The Shape Of Water. Get your smut on. Feel free to mix and match it with any of the other scenarios as well.

9 ♢ Siren Song
♢ Mer and Human
♢ Sometimes, there's a good reason people fear the too wide expanse of the sea, or how deep its depths an reach... Strange songs which string through coastal towns and cause disappearances... The sound of something slipping through the water around a ship in the dead of night... Unexplained shapes which flicker outside of deep-sea vessels or submarines or installations. Do you want to know what's out there?

10 ♢ Capture
♢ Mer and Human
♢ Sometimes, there's a good reason why people fear humans. You don't belong here, being gawked at through thick aquarium glass or trapped in a too-small freakshow tank, but what can you do? Is there anyone who cares for your plight, or are there only people responsible for it?

11 ♢ Chance Encounter
♢ Mer and Human
♢ Well, this is awkward. You didn't mean to stumble onto a mer just... there, doing whatever, on the beach or by the docks or tangled up in your fishing net, but, well. It's happened. Now what?

12 ♢ Transformation
♢ Mer and/or Human
♢ For one reason or another, you want to go where you've never gone before... A mer, venturing on the land either as a rare chance or every day business? Or a human, accepting some sort of trade or just to run away from the life you have now? Either way, it might get messy.... Feel free to mix in with other scenarios.

13 ♢ Fantasy Meets Fantasy
♢ Mer and OTHERS!
♢ Who's to say that humans are the only other creatures in the world? Maybe people living beneath the sea's waves aren't the only strange things. Maybe there are centaurs who travel along coastal roads to watch the night sky along with mer astronomers. Perhaps selkies are just distant cousins. Or who's to say that mer can't be a host of things unto themselves? The ocean's the limit.

14 ♢ Sci-fi
♢ Mer and Human
♢ Some say astronauts are nothing more than sailors venturing off into another unexplored sea, one that's above instead of below. And, befitting those same sailors of older days, they seem to tell tails of strange melodic frequencies coming in over the radio to their ears, and strange comets that look like tails passing them by on a landed planet. Do they not know what's accompanying them in space, or is that what they're actively chasing?

15 ♢ Divinity
♢ Mer and Human
♢ There are stories told of what exactly it is that could be both human and fish... So it's not surprising that, eventually, one would land upon calling them divine entities, either gods of the sea or lakes, or just their messengers. Is that true, or just a very clever, long lasting ruse?

16 ♢ Afterlife
♢ Mer and/or Human
♢ Some say mer are just humans, wrongfully forced overboard by superstition or cruelty and welcomed by the sea into something more. Others say that they're the spirits, haunting a particular sea or lake town for a wrongful death. What's the truth? Time to find out.

17 ♢ Peaceful Living
♢ Mer and/or Human
♢ Not everything has to be a dramatic mess. Sometimes, things just... work out for the best. These are better times, and mer are just another part of life. Water-side towns where everything is built around those that share the waters with them, or huge metropolises with water tubes and sprouts for mer to travel through. How will you imagine this sort of life?

18 ♢ Wildcard
♢ follow your dreams, make up whatever

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There are a lot of things in the sea, both those which belong and those which don't. Many of those can be frightening in some way, whether through venom or teeth...

But not many things can be as scary as something twenty three feet long, black and white pattern like a warning in the depths.

The humanoid part attached to that black and white almost doesn't seem particularly frightening to those who'd be looking at her through a human's eyes, or similar. There's just that tender smile as Luce makes her way through the water, not seeming to be particularly threatened by the haunting sight of the shipwreck buried at the bottom of the ocean. "I'm sure it will all turn out fine, Ivan."

Others may be afraid of the giant Luce, but meekly Ivan sees her as a mother-figure instead. Ivan swims an arc around her, his tentacles pressed tightly against each other in a mimic of a more "traditional" merperson's shape. The ship was wedged between two jagged rocks down in a valley.

"Humans don't normally come to this area. Why would a ship even be here? Or this deep?"

While ships sank, normally the pieces stayed closer to sea level. Maybe the currents brought down here?

"Oh, who can say." Another twist of her body brings her down closer into the deep. Orcas don't usually go so far down, but, then, she's not entirely orca. As long as it's not so far down to where light can't reach, it's fine.

"Perhaps there was a storm, and the currents were strange that day. Things like that do occasionally happen, don't they?" Or perhaps it was a mer larger than even her, feeling vengeful or malicious... but there's been no sign of that yet as they've swam.

"I guess they do... Do you think there are any humans still down here?" Ivan's not sure which answer he'd prefer. If they were, then maybe he could meet them and help them back to the surface. But they also may be dead.... Humans don't do well underwater for long lengths of time, and he does not want to come across rotting and picked through remains of humans by who knows what.

He swims back and forth, unsure of what action he should take. He should help the humans if they need it, but what if there's something else there?

"I can't imagine too many are, in whatever form they may be." Humans don't belong down in the deep depths, in much the same way that birds don't. Either they survived and are far away from here... or they aren't, and they've long since contributed their body to the neverending chain of death and life which happens in the water.

Still, she lets Ivan think about his options for a moment, just to give him some time to commit to one or the other if he wishes. When he doesn't, she offers, "I could always use my voice to see if anything is inside." Echolocation is such a handy thing. Sure, she won't be able to fit, but it should be of some use.

"You can do that? That's amazing..." Ivan's both impress and saddened by Luce's ability to do that. It's a lot more useful than having tentacles that can help the bottom half of him look like other animals. It's not useful at all and only gets him teased because he's different.

"Could you? If there's people still down there, we'll need to hurry. If not... then I guess we can take our time figuring out what to do."

"Well, it's a bit more useful in the open sea." With a strong flap of her tail, she pushes herself closer to the ship and makes sure to turn so that she doesn't go crashing into it. That wouldn't go well for anyone at all. "So I'm afraid I haven't the closest idea to how well it will help here. Still, I can't imagine there's any harm in trying."

Her hand gently presses against the side of the ship, taking in the damage and guiding her along to find a good opening. "Let me know if you see a large enough opening for me to call into, won't you, dear?"

With Mom keeping watch and moving closer, Ivan also does the same. It's easier to be brave when she's nearby. He jets forward, not worrying about keeping up the more common mermaid look. He looks toward the front of the ship for any holes. There are plenty of scrapes from where the hull hit the rock.

"There's a big hole towards the bottom..." Ivan swims to peer inside. He sees nothing but darkness. Then there is a very loud rumble. Ivan shrieks and jets to Luce's side.

"Oh? Then that could be a start." Luce starts to move up to where Ivan is investigating, but it turns out there's hardy any need. Something vibrates harshly through the water, a deep rumble, and she reaches out one hand to welcome him closer to her.

"It's okay, Ivan," she says, keeping her voice calm even as she strains to make out just what the cause of such a strange noise was.

All thoughts of a rescue has just vanished from Ivan's mind. He is just going to hide by Luce like a scaredy catfish and wrap his tentacles around his body, trying to make himself even smaller.

"Wh-what even makes that noise?"

There's another rumble, and the ship creeeeeks and slides down the side of the rock valley until it stops again. The hole that Ivan spotted faces them better. There are two pinpoints of light within the ship's darkness.

"I imagine we'll find out soon." But in the meanwhile, she'll make sure to keep Ivan ushered behind her in the open water, the rest of her body preparing for the worst. This means, instead of going tense, she keeps her body relaxed, so that she doesn't get injured in case something comes tackling at her.

Her smile, full of spearpoint sharp teeth, is much more typical for things down in the water.

Light like that could be anything- deepsea creatures whose bodies glow, the reflective shine of light hitting eyes, some sort of strange human thing. There's no way to tell without getting closer, but for now, she calls out instead and hopes that doesn't send the boat down further. "Hello! Is anyone there? We won't hurt you if you don't hurt us!"

A pair of large claws peek from the hole and grips the edges. The metal buckles and folds as easily as seaweed paper. The rest of the body doesn't appear, though the glowing lights are still there. Probably eyes.

"Leave this place. This is my home now." The voice is low and is filled with clicks. "I don't share."

Ivan peeks through his tentacles. That answers his question about whether or not there were any humans left alive inside the ship. Whatever creature inhabiting the shipwreck is big, maybe the same size as Luce. There would be no room in the ship for anyone.

Oh yes, probably eyes indeed, if those claws are any indication. Well, at least she's fortunately a large enough size to handle anything that might go badly. For now, Luce lets her lips lower now that she knows she's talking with someone that can talk with them, and just gives one of her usual polite smiles.

"Oh, we didn't mean to intrude, and neither me nor my boy have any interest in stealing your home." Her hand hovers around near Ivan's back, a gesture and a comfort all at once. "In fact, we didn't know it was anyone's home at all. My name is Luce. Might I know yours?"

Perhaps she can defuse this a little, at the very least.

A flurry of bubbles escape from the ship's opening, and the being inside leaves until his body is half outside. He has a blueish complexion with hands ending in pincer claws instead of human like hands. His eyes glow yellow, and his mouth is pressed firmly into a line. He's a merperson... in a sense, closer to a huge hermit crab that lives in shipwrecks instead of shells.

"It's Gethin. What are you doing in my territory?" A very territorial hermit crab merperson. Crabby too.

Ivan lets his tentacles drop and "reforms" a more classical merperson shape. "I-It's my fault... I was... curious about the ship..."

"It's my ship."

"Y-Your ship!"

Well, there are all sorts under the sea. Luce won't bother herself with the specifics, besides to note that he could be very easily made a little more vulnerable if only she could drag him out into the open... but she doubts that sort of thing will be necessary. Instead, she merely clasps her hands together.

"Well, you can hardly blame people for getting curious when you're so secluded!" she says, resisting the urge to make a hermit joke. "It's not often that we get shipwrecks this far deep, you know."

"We don't get shipwrecks this far down because we usually bring them down deeper." Gethin reaches out and grips the rock walls of the valley as best he can. His claws cut deep groves into the stone. He grumbles, muscles flexing from the effort but not having much else to show for it. "As I would this one."

An idea strikes Ivan. Luce is right about ships not being this far down, and Gethin just mentioned that he brings shipwrecks deeper. He swims a little closer, taking in all the scrapes on the valley sides and how wedged in the ship seems. "... Are you stuck?"

"My, that does seem to be the implication, doesn't it?" As Gethin himself has practically outright stated. 'Would' means that that he hasn't. That he can't. Well, these things do happen. Proud of her young Ivan for taking the initiative to go closer himself, Luce begins to slowly move through the water to get a good look at things.

"And it's not going to last much as a home if it keeps banging against every other thing this way."

Gethin huffs out a school of bubbles and crosses his claws over his chest. They are both exactly right. He's stuck, and he's not happy about it. He's also trying to avoid asking for help. Gethin is stubborn like that. "If you're done harassing me, let me be! I have things to do."

Somehow, Ivan has realized that Gethin is less dangerous and more tsundere. "If I chip away some more of this stone..." Ivan looks back at Luce. She's probably strong enough to pull the pillar of stone down if he (and Gethin) can weaken it. Then Gethin could break free.

"Now now, don't be such an anchor!" Hands pressed together, Luce only uses her lower half to push herself through the water. Now that things are clearly not as terrible as she'd thought they'd be, she has no shame in drifting closer.

"You want your home to be moved, don't you? And my Ivan has a very good idea. But it might go badly if you're not prepared for it yourself~."

With no further argument from Gethin, Ivan pulls out a small knife and begins to chip away a line around the pillar of stone, and being an octopus, Ivan can squeeze into tiny spaces easier. It's especially helpful when he tries to weaken the rock near the shipwreck.

"Move, fry," Gethin says, and without waiting, he grips the rock with his claw and begins to scrape grooves at the same level as Ivan's chips.

Ivan jets away and works on other parts of the rock. Hopefully soon they'll weaken the rock enough for Luce to help break it apart.

Well, a little on the grumpy side, but there's no complaints, so- "Isn't it so much easier when we all work together?" she says, voice just bordering on sing-song. Laughing in such a dainty way that belies her size, she begins to carefully swim about the wreck to get a good idea of how it's doing overall.

Eventually... "I think that should be good enough, my dears."

Ivan jets away from the rock and puts a good distance between him and Luce. Gethin gives the rock another scrape because of course he does. He doesn't retreat to his ship home. preferring to witness his possible freedom... or the possible reason to grump at these two other merpeople some more.

Moving back to give herself a lot of charging space, Luce casts a critical eye upon the rock. Over there... Yes, she thinks she has the perfect spot in mind for where to hit. Slowly, she begins to swim in circles, building up momentum with every increase of speed, until finally she can twist off course straight towards the rock. She jets through the water, twisting her body at the last moment so that she can ram her shoulder right into the rock.

Success? Hopefully it's the rock that's breaking and not a bone.

The crack is followed by a haunting metallic moan and the rumble of rock falling deeper into the sea below. Then there's another metallic moan punctuated by the click click of claws on stone.

Ivan swims up to Luce, his heart still pounding from the startling crack the stone made. "Are you okay?"

Gethin, it seems, has started to move his shipwreck home further to the depths. He's not even waiting to say thank you.

"You're welcome, little shell!" she calls down to the shipwreck, not really offended but also not above teasing. Hauling her tail through the water, she moves backwards, and gingerly touches her shoulder. It's viciously red, Ivan can see, and no doubt it will bruise into something awful.

For now, however? "Oh, it's fine. I've been through much worse, dear, you know."

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