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Character: Mituna Captor
Fandom: Homestuck
Player Name: Fiona

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[Mituna, like most others, did arrive in the plaza very wet and very confused, with the added issues of having a hell of a lot of water stuck inside his helmet. When he'd finally managed to tug it off the resulting deluge had sent him into a spitting fury at himself and the general vicinity, during which he'd sent said helmet bouncing off across the plaza.

He has since retrieved it, and his skateboard, and has found his way to one of the walls of the bubble around the city.

And there he's been sitting since, his helmet and skateboard hugged to his chest, watching the fish moving about outside. There's no mistaking that black and yellow jumpsuit to those who know him, nor the hopelessly unruly mop of black hair sitting on top of his head like some half-insane dandelion, falling to cover his eyes and the threads of blue and red veins that span out from his temples and surround them.

It could have been minutes, or hours. He wouldn't know if you asked.]

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[Now Aradia had been here before a while back, and since she had been familiar with the setting, she had no trouble to get herself around after first entering the bubble (yet again). Instead of doing the smart thing and saying "HEEEEY" to the bubble, she decides to just... take her time and move about to see what's different.

While moving about she comes to Mituna, unknowing of who he was. There was one thing she knew, though. She knows a mustard blood when she sees one, and inadvertently floats right up next to him and waits a moment before speaking.]

Hello? Are you alright?

[His attention is so focused that he doesn't notice her until she speaks, then it's as if his mind suddenly scatters. He jumps with a yelp, and scoots away from the voice, dropping his helmet and almost falling over it.]

O-oh gosh!

[Oh boy, that wasn't good. At least he didn't go too far or lash out or something oh boy tho, Aradia's going to wait until he stops moving and drop back down to the ground. She's a bit embarrassed, but possibly not as much as Mituna is.]

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you!

[Embarrassed? Not at all. It's the wrong kind of situation to expect embarrassment from Mituna Captor. He grabs up his helmet and holds it against his chest, staring at the other troll from behind his hair.

He doesn't know her.. does he? She looks like Damara, but she's not Damara. He can never understand a word Damara's saying.]

I'm thorry.

[It's blurted out like an automatic response as he draws his knees up to his chest.]

[Kurloz may or may not have been searching for that jumpsuit, but when he catches sight of it, he heads over.

Since Mituna is so focused on the bubble and the fish outside of it, Kurloz doesn't tap him on the shoulder. Instead, he just leans into his field of vision.]

[It's slow, but Mituna's attention gradually flicks over to his moirail and then he jumps, but it's a twitch of delight rather than shock. He grins widely and waves.]

Hi buddy!!!

[Kurloz waves back and smiles. Then he points toward the ocean beyond the bubble and tilts his head. Enjoying the fish?]

[Mituna nods eagerly, at the same time lifting one hand and flicking his fingers in slightly awkward signing to the affirmative. Half the time, his fingers won't go exactly where he wants them to, giving him a more than occasional strange turn of phrase.]

Kurloth, thith ithn't a dream bubble.

[He shakes his head. Nope, sure isn't! Then he starts signing.]

Sure ain't. We're alive again.

[It actually hadn't occurred to him until that moment.

Mituna stalls quite suddenly, as if everything going on in his mind had ground to an unexpected halt, then he gets up, letting his possessions drop to the ground as he claps one palm against his chest.

It's there. His heartbeat. He swallows and steps back, huffing out a shuddering breath and oh fuck he has to breathe what is this fucking madness. His next inhale is choked, and the look he flashes up at Kurloz just cries out help.]

I don-don't..

[Kurloz almost starts up the chucklevoodoos then and there. It's an easy enough way to regulate a panicking moirail, to be certain, but the effects when it stops, the brief memory loss it causes, would be just as likely to cause another freakout when they're here, in the middle of an unfamiliar city.

Not to mention any heretical motherfuckers who might pass by and notice. He'll just do things the hard way.

The hard way mostly means making soothing gestures, then signing.]

Go slow. In and out. Let the miracle motherfucking happen.

[Good call - it would normally work just fine but Mituna already doesn't know where he is and the situation isn't one that needs to be exacerbated. He stares blankly wide-eyed at Kurloz's signing, but follows his instructions, gulping in air until his body catches up and remembers what it was doing before he suddenly realised he was alive again.

He gropes for Kurloz's arm, grips his shoulder, and carefully presses his ear to the taller troll's chest. There, too. A heartbeat. One that had been absent for so many thousands of sweeps he'd forgotten the sound of it. The fingers of his free hand clench and unclench, a quiet noise of distress caught in his throat and he whines, because this is fucking confusing as fuck and everything he's known as true for so long no longer is.

He was dead and now he isn't. They were in dream bubbles and now they aren't. Everything is how it shouldn't be and up until now he'd been coping with it by remaining mostly oblivious to the change. Now it's all crashing down into his already permanently misfiring mind and for a moment the presence of his moirail is the only thing that keeps him from flipping his lid.

In, out. In, out.

Yeah, this breathing thing is easy.]

[Kurloz pauses, wraps his own arm around Mituna's shoulders, takes slow, deep breaths through his nose so Mituna can catch onto the rhythm of his own breathing as an example. He taps out Mituna's own heartbeat on his shoulder with one finger, steady and constant.

He's not going to be leaving Mituna for a long time, he can already tell, not unless he manages to find Latula instead. His moirail needs calming down, and learning the secrets of this miracle bubble will simply have to wait a while.]

[It helps, and Mituna clings around Kurloz's middle for a while, listening to his heart and feeling the light tapping on his shoulder. He huffs out a breath and closes his eyes, and it takes a few minutes for him to feel okay enough to let go and step back. His skateboard and helmet are picked up again and hugged against his chest as he looks out at the fish swimming outside the bubble.]

... What do we do?

[The answer to that... well, Kurloz isn't really sure. Ideally, they'll figure out what game mechanic caused this, and he'll be able to continue his plans to help his Lord of Double Death from this strange new bubble.

But that requires knowing more, and in order to know more, some exploring is in order. So, Kurloz makes a thoughtful gesture, then points off in one direction- going along the edge of the bubble. Time to find something. Whatever that something ends up being.]

[So Mituna isn't the only one of his group to wake up soaking wet by a huge ass piece of coral. Luckily Meenah is finding this place pretty homey so far. Kind of reminds her of home before she ollied off to the moon. When she spots that jumpsuit she's quick to stroll on over and stand beside him.]

Look what the catfish dragged in.

[Dang, it's been so long since she's seen Captor without his helmet she forgot he was basically a coddamn dandelion.]

[He peers at her from under his hair. The yellowblood's lips curve in a grin and though he doesn't stand, he leans back to get a better look.]

I knew I could thmell fithh.