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[the_overseers]

[As part of the celebration of 0134 being promoted up the faction ranks, there's been minor construction work throughout the Grounds. After a week, a magnificent fountain with waterslides is in the center of the grounds with unusually bubbly water shooting out the spout. There is a plaque]

"The Bounty of Water: A Lost and Recovered Work of Bergholt Stuttley Johnson. Dedicated to the hardworking Agents of 0134"

[However, soon after the installation, everyone from Enforcer down will notice their clothes disappearing from the laundry, and if one walks by the fountain at the right time they'll see socks, shirts, and unmentionables shooting high up into the sky, without concern for colors or dyes]

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[tempus_fixit]

"--Jacqli!"

She takes off in a mad thrash of an overhand stroke to try to get to her. Very quickly Jacqli will find her behind, with an arm around her waist. "Of all the..." The last part of that is lost to grunts of effort as Lucca pulls her back into water shallow enough to stand in. Once there, she'll stand, doubled-over and catching her breath herself.

[former_endboss]

Jacqli coughs up some water, and leans against a decorative lion, which then proceeds to cough up some water on her and accentuate her drowned cat look. "You know...I think that runs in the family. Being bad at swimming, I mean."

[tempus_fixit]

She waves breathlessly, most likely a winded analog to "it's okay."

"...I live on an island." She finally gets out after a gulp of air. "I don't remember not knowing how to swim, ever. But some people, you know, never really get used to it. Yeahhhhh, I think I'm just gonna stay out here for a while... we'll get your other thingy later. What was that anyway?"

[former_endboss]

"Haa..." Jacqli turned to look at the water and then nodded. "Later, yeah. It's a house-coat. Silk, like the nightgown. It's from back home, and worth a years wages for a skilled craftsman." Jacqli was looking pensive and distant. "There's almost no real silk left in my world, just like there's no oceans."

[tempus_fixit]

"--No oceans??"

She looks up at her.

"...Actually that explains a lot now that I think about it. But how can you live in a world without oceans?"

[former_endboss]

"No Oceans. No deserts, no plains, no forests, just as close to 'hell' as you can possibly get. Everyone lives on the Towers, not on the surface of the planet. Ar Ciel is a dying world."

[tempus_fixit]

"I... I know what you mean." She says quietly. And she does. Very well, in fact.

"--Okay. I'll see if I can get that housecoat for you." She says, changing the subject.

[former_endboss]

Jacqli resists the urge to nod. Anyone who has seen a post apocalyptic world knows how much it sucks. They don't need to commiserate visually.

"Please do. I'm not sure how long it would take to get another one."