dive deep {rebranded} open
[CITIZENS ARE NOT PERMITTED TO GO SWIMMING.]
[Hmm. That did sound rather... emphatic.]
[But... the ocean’s right there. Mouse has only half an hour of party left, approximately. Thirty short minutes before his fun ends, and the nerve-wracking (but still kind of fun) tattooing begins in secret.]
[Hell, he still doesn’t know if anyone’s going to COME to them. Could be he spends his time sitting in the dark with a tattoo gun until he eventually gives up and puts MORON in big letters on his own forehead, for thinking this could ever work.]
[Still, he’s not sure it’s smart. Should he tempt the wrath of the dreaded, oh-so-intimidating Elites? He’s more worried they’ll take him away from the party than anything else they might do to him. Luckily, he has someone nearby that he can ask, a second opinion elicited at random.]
So... What’ll you give me to swim to those rocks over there? [He asks as though he’s not 2000% serious, just in case.]
