[OTA] All hands look out below, there's a change in the status quo

[poaceae]

WHO: Fern the Human
WHERE: The fountain, the southern inn
WHEN: man idk
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: None anticipated

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[ Fountain Arrival ]

He's surrounded by water. Huh, he thinks. That's weird. The last thing he remembers is being shredded. Apparently he's more durable than he realized. He looks around, trying to get his bearings. It kind of looks like he was just dumped in a pond or something. It sure was a cold pond, though.

"Brrr," he says to himself, and feels the bubbles rush upwards past his nose. He stares up at them for a moment.

Woah, wait, I can breathe? He takes an instinctive breath, then realizes an entirely other problem. Oh cram, I need to breathe! He swims up at last in a rush, cursing whatever is on him that's slowing him down. He finally surfaces with a splash and takes a big gulping breath. Then he takes a few more, just because he can.

Once his breathing (breathing, wow, it's been so long since he's done that) is back to normal he lays on his back, staring at the sky. It's more of an effort than it should be, but he can't be bothered to take off whatever it is yet. He tries to blow mist, since he can tell it's cold enough for that, but doesn't see any. No internal heat, then. Still, an upgrade is an upgrade. He wonders why. He wonders what went so wrong with his genius plan to take Finn's place. He wonders a lot of things, none of which inspire him to swim to the ledge and climb out of the icy fountain.

[ At the Inn ]

The boy sits as far from the fire as he can while still benefiting from its warmth, covered in what blankets, towels and clothes from his backpack were made available to him. Somewhere in the pile is orange scrubs, but they aren't particularly visible. What is visible is his hat, seemingly modeled off of a bear's head, but with ears flattened on the ends and a diamond-shaped opening cut for his face. The whole thing is woven out of grass, only it isn't woven exactly, just built like a sort of golf course in miniature. His face also appears to have been crafted out of grass, laid flat end to end so it at least vaguely resembles skin. His eyes too, with different tones for the whites and iris.

If all of that isn't strange enough, he seems to be wilting a bit. Every part of him is slowly turning the slightest bit brown, wrinkling and shrinking just enough to be worrying. He's dry now, at least. Still, every now and then he lets out a quiet moan. If he was human you might think he had a cold. He is definitely not human.