<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/eGp9EM9.jpg) (https://i.imgur.com/0TqlRxT.jpg?1)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Dani Kumar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16145277#msg16145277)</em>|<strong>Dani</strong>|<strong>Kraken</strong><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>French braid pigtails, brown hiking boots, jeans, red hoodie</em><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>June 5th, 9:00pm</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Clearing</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em>Edgar, Liam, Devina, Ellie, Thorne</em><br/><hr/><strong> </strong><br/><br/><strong>"Can't it be both?"</strong>she asked Thorne.<strong>"I can be a bitch <em>and</em> you can be special,"</strong>she said with a smile. Was she smiling? Her face felt funny. Her body felt funny, really. Like it was heavy. She'd make a good puddle of goo. Gelatinous. Viscous. Smooth. Like goo. She'd make a good puddle of goo. Her smile faded. Was that deja vu? She began to slouch, finding her way from sitting to looking up at little snatches of the starry sky.<br/><br/><strong>"I can be nice. Edgar,"</strong>she pointed up to the sky,<strong>"I'm all for going natural. If you want to be free, be free! Your nakedness won't bother me,"</strong>she declared to the stars.<strong>"Just like your balls don't bother me, Thorne. And I wouldn't mind being stuck with you, Ellie. I was just being a bitch, but I can be nice. Nicer. Nice-ish. Nicely done. Nice as ice. Ice as spice."</strong>Her voice became quieter as she rambled on and Kraken squirmed out from under her to sit properly by Thorne right above Dani's head. She mumbles as she listens to movies and music chatter. What was the name of that movie? The one with the actor? The one with the running? Through a puddle. She was a puddle. A nice as ice puddle of gelatinous goo.<br/><br/><strong>"Liam agrees! Thorne without makeup. Edgar without clothes. Devina always has food. You make a good camp Mom, Dev, even if you do dress like a witch."</strong>Her hands were folded comfortably over her stomach and she made no effort to move from the spot or to even look at anyone. She could see their faces in the constellations, anyway.<br/><br/><strong>"Oooh, Eagles are good. This grandma's got a lot of pretty boys that she call my friends,"</strong>she said in a sing-song voice with a laugh.<strong>"God, music is such a good idea right now. We're living it up at de ho tel Caaaalifornia, ba-dum-ba-dum bum bum..."</strong>she dissolved into humming, letting her head shake pleasantly to the left and right at her own internal sound track. All that movement made her stomach feel sick, though. Was she sea sick? Could puddles<em>get</em>sea sick?