[[Endurance Check:<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/221211">"Endurance"</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+1</span><span style="font-weight: bold">21</span>Didn't know what exactly you meant by 'endurance', so I decided to call it a straight constitution check.<br/>Swim Check:<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/221212">Swim</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20</span><span style="font-weight: bold">4</span><br/><br/>20 rounds of breath remaining~]]<br/><br/>Underwater, Alizome quickly rights herself. The pressure of the ship's 'engine' is a new sensation, almost as new as being far underwater at all; she doesn't have enough fat on her body to be particularly buoyant, and after a few weak kicks she decides that going to the surface was going to take a lot more than she had. She stares around at the relatively peaceful water, and finds what she'd been looking for. She gives the mermaid a reflexive smile, her eyes tracing past the breasts to the struggling stomach and the powerful scaled tail beneath. She was being invited into the woman, rather than simply snapped up. Perhaps, then, this beast wanted entertainment more than extra food, though she'd certainly be happier with the entertainment in a stomach. The elf considers, not paying much mind to the doomed sailor. On the one hand, she was extremely confident that her friends on the surface would have the situation under control soon, and she couldn't breathe down here forever. On the other hand, if the mermaid got her down to bulge out that lovely stomach even more, there'd be nothing stopping her from just swimming deeper and away from the fight. Alizome certainly could fight her way free, but trapped even deeper there'd be no point. The mermaid could digest her and the sailor at its leisure.<br/><br/>Thus, the problem would be to get the air in the mermaid's mouth and stomach and then keep her from fleeing the scene until backup could arrive. When put that way, it was an easy choice to make- Alizome practically made a living distracting people from the inside. Catching the redheaded mermaid's eye, she ostentatiously sheathes her swords and loosens her clothing, giving the mermaid a rueful grin and motioning her to come closer- displaying her hands to show that it wasn't a trap. Biting her lip, she blinks, eyes drifting back down to her round stomach and wondering if there was extra space in that tail, or if she'd make an even more gravid bulge in her belly- at least temporarily.<br/><br/>[[Opening up the elf buffet]]