Event Log - Topsy Turvy

[lucetimods]

Who: You.
What: This.
When: Now.
Where: Here.
Summary: Weren't you paying attention?
Rating: Weird.

The Event is described here. So here's what you gotta do. Tag this post. Create yourself some threads with all your shenanigans and go to town on it. Also remember to tag your [canon] character name to the log!

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[fierybluebird]

[Well that's terrifying. For the firebird who can't swim and doesn't go underwater without a fishman brother handy, a ship coated with a giant bubble, or mini single person bubbles anyway.]

[This week has been kind of like it though, so aside from crouching a little lower, he just rolls with it.]

Down here all the fish is happy
As off through the waves they roll
The fish on the land ain't happy
They sad 'cause they in their bowl~

[gleamed]

But fish in the bowl is lucky
They're in for a worser fate!
One day when the boss get hungry,
Guess who's gonna be on the plate!

[She slaps a hand over her mouth. That's awful! Singing about the poor bowl fish getting eaten by their owner. Oh, well. The song demanded it. For the good of the musical number.]

[fierybluebird]

[Oh, Marco understands completely now. This song is about fishman. Sort of. A warning against slavery! Well, all right, he digs it. And keeps on singing, and birdie dancing.]

Under the sea
Under the sea
Nobody beat us
Fry us and eat us
In fricassee

[Yup, way too cheerful for this.]

[gleamed]

They're what the land folks loves to cook,
Under the sea we're off the hook!
We got no troubles,
Life is the bubbles,
Under the sea!
Under the sea!

[She stops to wonder what exactly it means for life to be the bubbles, but decides not to question it too much.]

[fierybluebird]

[Obviously since bubbles are awesome, it means life is awesome. Obviously.]

Since life is sweet here
We got the beat here
Naturally
Even the sturgeon an' the ray
They get the urge 'n' start to play
We got the spirit
You got to hear it
Under the sea

[gleamed]

The newt plays the flute
The carp plays the harp
The plaice plays the bass
And they're sounding sharp
The bass plays the brass
The chub plays the tub
The fluke is the duke of soul!

[Never mind that she doesn't know what half these animals are. She's just rolling with it!]

[fierybluebird]

The ray he can play
The lings on the strings
The trout rockin' out
The blackfish she sings
The smelt and the sprat
They know where it's at
An' oh that blowfish blow!

[Is it weird that a firebird actually knows what all these animals are? Hell, he probably has fishman friends nearly of every single type. It all seems completely legit to him.]

[gleamed]

Under the sea
Under the sea
When the sardine
Begin the beguine [...What? She has no idea what that means. But. She sings it anyway!]
It's music to me!
What do they got? A lot of sand
We got a hot crustacean band! [...Apparently!]
Each little clam here
know how to jam here
Under the sea!


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