<div class="floatleft">(http://2static.fjcdn.com/pictures/Slime_d8442d_5861165.jpg)</div>Name: Nijumiki Chie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=269765.msg13302179#msg13302179)<br/>Time:  Day 1, mid-to-late morning<br/>Location:  Chie and Rayne's Room<br/>Tagging:  Uriah, Open<br/>Notes/Warning:  Human-like skin (119 mr) but no clothes<br/><hr/><br/>Chie had been prepared for a scolding.  People thought she was pretty smart back at URom, but Chie only gave herself so much credit.  Chemicals, yes.  Social situations and moral initiative?  Eh.  So as she folded her hands in her lap, she waited for the ghost to voice its displeasure.  Or, more hopefully, she expected the ghost to toss her pretty head from one side to the other, stick her head out the wall to view the shore, and say 'fuck it, let's party' in century-old-library-haunting-specter-ese.  She was even kind of looking forward to hearing what that sounded like.<br/><br/>What Chie didn't expect was for the ghost's voice to start quivering.  Chie's face, encased in a ceramic human visage, figuratively melted as Madame Crowe sunk beneath the mattress, and her head began nervously explaining her 'places.'  Places she belonged.  Places she was safe.  Places she was supposed to be right now, instead of some sunny island in another reality.  Chie nodded to her, honestly sympathetic, as she explained how the passage of time was almost completely irrelevant to her, so long as she inhabited that necklace.<br/><br/>Of course, even though Chie controlled herself, it was kind of funny to see a floating head on her water bed, asking if she could send word home that she hadn't willingly left.  She even offered a trade..<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>"No, no."</strong></span>Chie said, quickly, waving her hand.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>"We can send a message back to URom, that's easy.  Gil, Gil.. Ah, Professor Salivtoria!  The necromancy professor, right?  That'll be as simple as scribbling a note and bumping into Tessa."</strong></span>Chie chuckled.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>"She's pretty bumpable, too.  I bet she's even on our floor, right now."</strong></span>An amusing wager, and she liked her chances.<br/><br/>Her tone softened, though.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>"But like you said, this is kind of my fault.  As nice as that sounds, paying me would feel weird.  Let's just, ah, work on making you feel relaxed, alright?"</strong></span>Chie didn't know that Uriah was feeling his call, even from here.  But if Uriah had explained it, she might have been able to relate.  Those pieces of her that cheered when they rejoined her body weren't just being cute, after all.  She remembered what they'd felt like, alone and irresistibly drawn to their complete self.  Chie watched quietly as Uriah moved over to the necklace and lifted it, gaining solid shape again.  There was an admission that turned the ghostly female red in the face, as she held her necklace out for Chie.  The slime monster received it warmly.  It was a precious thing, and not just because it housed Uriah.  It was part of URom's History.  What sensible monster didn't like a good haunting?<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>"I'd be honored to wear it, Madame Crowe.  Anytime I have a neck, I mean.  I'll make sure it doesn't leave me until we're home or until you say so."</strong></span>she said, placing it around her neck.  With the skin-like ceramic coating, the necklace fit beautifully and comfortably.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>"I'm usually a bit more moist than this, so speak up if you're uncomfortable, alright."</strong></span>Although, looking down at the rest of herself, Chie was still stark naked in flesh-tone body coating.<br/><br/>"Y-you can call me Uriah, Chie. What does one do on vacation?"<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>"Hehe, alright!  Uriah, then!"</strong></span>she laughed.  At the next, and more pertinent question, however, Chie. stared at the ghost's robes for a moment and smirked.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>"Well.. ordinarily I'd say you do whatever you wanted.  But for us, I'd say we should start with some new clothes.  I didn't bring enough, myself."</strong></span>As she spoke, two tendrils from her hair swept downward along Chie's front, positioning themselves over her breasts and crotch, and taking the form of a translucent swim-suit with a plunging neckline, and then unfurling into a breezy sheer skirt that fell down to about halfway down her thigh.  For a sudden creation, it was actually a pretty cute outfit.  Even if it wouldn't really hide anything in the wrong light.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>"This'll probably be enough to shop in."</strong></span><br/><br/>She leaned forward and grasped Uriah's hands.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>"There's a barbeque happening on the beach soon.  We have to go through some shops to get there, so let's send word to Professor Salivtoria from there, and then get you a swimsuit!  Maybe we'll find something else nifty while we're down that way!  A chic bookshop?  A fruit vendor?  Ooo, or maybe water balloons!"</strong></span>Chie's eyes squinted with laughter.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>"The truth is, I love the library too.  I've heard stories about hauntings in the stacks, and used to get excited when I heard a crow by the window!  A bit lost in translation, but my point is that I love browsing book stores.  Especially on an interdimensional island resort like this!"</strong></span>She grinned.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>"Of course, I also love the sound of licking barbeque sauce off beautiful bodies down by the shore!  I don't know, I've never been this far away from home, either!  I kind of want to try everything!"</strong></span><br/><br/>Chie rubbed Uriah's hand a little.  There was a question there she was asking, or something very obvious that she wasn't pointing out.  The most she said was<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>"I'm hoping you can let yourself go a little, too.  While you're here, at least."</strong></span>