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From The Inquisitor
May 15, 2011
Submarine races do exist exist!
Inquisitor’s own John Smith gets up close and personal with mermaid.
Sarah Evans
Since the arrival of spring, the small town of Perros-Guirec in Brittany, France has been plagued with sightings of a more unusual kind. Amongst fishermen of the region, tales of mermaids and mermen have always been in trend. A trend to which those more landlocked would laugh at, taking the mickey out of anyone daft enough to fall of it.
Yet, in the past three weeks, supposed sightings have been happening so frequently that little doubt remains among the native Perros-Guirecans.
In a world where we were nearly defeated by robots, could it be possible that some sort of sub-marine sentient has been lurking in Earth’s oceans for centuries, just waiting to be discovered, providing substance to the sailors’ tales? Could an underwater civilisation, a lost Atlantis, lie under the waves unknown to those above?
It might seem a preposterous hoax at first, but after spending a few days along the Brittany shore, the hoax turned out to be anything but. With less than a day under our belts to investigate the local rumours, Inquisitor correspondent John Smith got up close and personal with one such creature.
The mermaid, later identified as Bubbles, greeted him less than one mile from town centre and quickly claimed him as her own. Sea foam green eyes on a face that surpassed any human’s with its beauty, strawberry-blonde hair, blue-tinted skin, and a green scaly tail, Bubbles washed ashore as if out of a storybook. She took one look at Smith and dragged him out to a rock some fifteen metres away.
There she proceeded to pick up English at an astonishing rate. Although she started by mimicking, Bubbles quickly became capable of putting together string of words to express her desires. Words were quickly followed by actions as Bubbles made her desire to mate clear.
Smith went along as the willing Prince Eric, touching her cheek and caressing her tail. It wasn’t until she attempted to drag him further into the ocean that he finally pulled away, deciding his heart was far too firmly rooted to the land.
Heartbroken, Bubbles kissed him goodbye. She was then noted to join a group of three more female merfolk, possibly sisters or relatives of some sort. When asked for a statement, Smith declined.
A full scale investigation is now underway, led by Dr Elizabeth Shaw of Torchwood notoriety. When asked for comments, Dr Shaw had little to say, citing that, “so far, only traces of a submarinian culture have been discovered.”
However, the search appears optimistic.
“I’ve been seeing them every day of my life,” local Brittany shrimp trawler Pierre Vioget claimed. “I’ve been seeing them ever since my first trip on the sea. Good luck, they are. Helped keep the sharks at bay that shipwreck of 2007.”
Working alongside the once-thought-mad fishers, Torchwood hopes to make a lot of progress in a relatively short amount of time.
“It’s the first time we’ve met another species since the coming of the Cybermen,” Dr Owen Harper, a new recruit for Torchwood, stated eagerly, “and with this one not planning on violent upgrades? We’re looking forward to a friendly and lasting relationship when their capital is found.”
With this positive frame of mind, perhaps Bubbles will find her Prince Eric after all. Like our readers, those of us at the Inquisitor can only wait and hope.
[ooc: based on this rp.]
From The Inquisitor
May 15, 2011
Submarine races do exist exist!
Inquisitor’s own John Smith gets up close and personal with mermaid.
Sarah Evans
Since the arrival of spring, the small town of Perros-Guirec in Brittany, France has been plagued with sightings of a more unusual kind. Amongst fishermen of the region, tales of mermaids and mermen have always been in trend. A trend to which those more landlocked would laugh at, taking the mickey out of anyone daft enough to fall of it.
Yet, in the past three weeks, supposed sightings have been happening so frequently that little doubt remains among the native Perros-Guirecans.
In a world where we were nearly defeated by robots, could it be possible that some sort of sub-marine sentient has been lurking in Earth’s oceans for centuries, just waiting to be discovered, providing substance to the sailors’ tales? Could an underwater civilisation, a lost Atlantis, lie under the waves unknown to those above?
It might seem a preposterous hoax at first, but after spending a few days along the Brittany shore, the hoax turned out to be anything but. With less than a day under our belts to investigate the local rumours, Inquisitor correspondent John Smith got up close and personal with one such creature.
The mermaid, later identified as Bubbles, greeted him less than one mile from town centre and quickly claimed him as her own. Sea foam green eyes on a face that surpassed any human’s with its beauty, strawberry-blonde hair, blue-tinted skin, and a green scaly tail, Bubbles washed ashore as if out of a storybook. She took one look at Smith and dragged him out to a rock some fifteen metres away.
There she proceeded to pick up English at an astonishing rate. Although she started by mimicking, Bubbles quickly became capable of putting together string of words to express her desires. Words were quickly followed by actions as Bubbles made her desire to mate clear.
Smith went along as the willing Prince Eric, touching her cheek and caressing her tail. It wasn’t until she attempted to drag him further into the ocean that he finally pulled away, deciding his heart was far too firmly rooted to the land.
Heartbroken, Bubbles kissed him goodbye. She was then noted to join a group of three more female merfolk, possibly sisters or relatives of some sort. When asked for a statement, Smith declined.
A full scale investigation is now underway, led by Dr Elizabeth Shaw of Torchwood notoriety. When asked for comments, Dr Shaw had little to say, citing that, “so far, only traces of a submarinian culture have been discovered.”
However, the search appears optimistic.
“I’ve been seeing them every day of my life,” local Brittany shrimp trawler Pierre Vioget claimed. “I’ve been seeing them ever since my first trip on the sea. Good luck, they are. Helped keep the sharks at bay that shipwreck of 2007.”
Working alongside the once-thought-mad fishers, Torchwood hopes to make a lot of progress in a relatively short amount of time.
“It’s the first time we’ve met another species since the coming of the Cybermen,” Dr Owen Harper, a new recruit for Torchwood, stated eagerly, “and with this one not planning on violent upgrades? We’re looking forward to a friendly and lasting relationship when their capital is found.”
With this positive frame of mind, perhaps Bubbles will find her Prince Eric after all. Like our readers, those of us at the Inquisitor can only wait and hope.
[ooc: based on this rp.]
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Date: 2008-08-11 09:28 pm (UTC)Re: ooc;
Date: 2008-08-11 10:59 pm (UTC)Letter to the Writer from Anonymous
Date: 2008-08-12 12:41 am (UTC)Whoever this John Smith is, I believe you owe him an apology. And a dinner too, most likely. He seems like the sort that would like that new takeout place near Tesco. You know the one. Not that I know what he likes. It's just a guess.
From Anonymous and Annoyed in London
Letter from the Writer to Anonymous
Date: 2008-08-12 12:52 am (UTC)If you do very much believe I owe John Smith an apology, I expect you to confront me in person and not revert to these silly games.
Really, Prince Eric, do you think I wouldn't see through this disguise the moment you suggested that new takeout place? It might also help, next time, to use an email account I wouldn't recongise.
It's all true and you know it!
Yours,
SE.
Re: Letter to the Writer from Anonymous
Date: 2008-08-12 01:17 am (UTC)I would confront you if I wasn't afraid your next headline would be Man Makes Out With Takeout Meal. Or something equally ridiculous and untrue.
Concerning the rest, I really don't know what you are referring to. I do not know John Smith. If I did, I wouldn't lie about it. In fact, I'd advertise it, because, well, he is a pretty fantastic guy. At least that's the impression I get. But I don't know him. If you are implying I am John Smith, well you are very mistaken.
As for the new takeout, everyone loves that place. You would be crazy not to recommend it.
In summation, it's all lies! Lies!
Demanding a Retraction,
NOT Prince Eric
Letter from the Writer to Anonymous
Date: 2008-08-12 01:28 am (UTC)Completely ridiculous and untrue? I never report any such thing! Well, perhaps at times, but in this case, every ounce of this story is completely and utterly true.
As for my referral, it really does not help that I can hear you typing away furiously the next desk over right before this message appears in my inbox. But, that logical argument aside, ought I be mentioning your devotion to my boyfriend? I'm sure he'd be absolutely flattered to know he has such a loving admirer.
Still not giving one,
SE
Re: Letter from the Anonymous to the Writer
Date: 2008-08-12 09:56 pm (UTC)Oh really? Completely and utterly true? Willing Prince Eric? You make it sound like he wanted to run off with her. I'm sure, if he knew what exactly her intentions were he would be anything but "willing."
And you are just associating completely unrelated events. The sound of hooves doesn't mean zebras, it's usually just horses. The sound of a keyboard doesn't mean he is obsessively writing, then rewriting letters to you under the guise of anonymous. He's probably just working.
I'm also certain Mr. Smith has better things to do than spend his time arguing with you. Especially since you never know when to quit. Or apologize. What kind of writer makes a person sound like he was going to do who knows what with a fish? I'm sure he wouldn't go around publishing articles about your crush on the Loch Ness Monster, would he?
There is nothing wrong with a healthy dose of admiration for someone who deserves it. Which you can be certain Mr. Smith does. Especially for having to endure the looks and whispers he most likely has gotten since this article was published (specifically from Sally and Beverly in accounting).
Demanding a Retraction Even More Firmly
NOT John Smith
Letter to Anonymous from the Writer
Date: 2008-08-12 11:06 pm (UTC)Re: Letter to Loch Ness Lover from Anonymous
Date: 2008-08-12 11:19 pm (UTC)I rest my case.
Letter to Arse Who's Not Sleeping in My Bed Tonight from Writer
Date: 2008-08-12 11:20 pm (UTC)Re: Letter to Mrs. Sarah Loch Ness
Date: 2008-08-12 11:23 pm (UTC)As for the bed, I don't think there's room for me in there, what with your husband the Loch Ness monster and all.
Letter to Prince Eric
Date: 2008-08-12 11:26 pm (UTC)No bed for you for a week!
Re: Letter to the One and Only Mrs. Nessy
Date: 2008-08-12 11:34 pm (UTC)Just enough time for you to get the smell of Nessy out of it.
Re: Letter to Now-Homeless-In-London
Date: 2008-08-12 11:56 pm (UTC)