How many wonders can one bubble hold?

[sorcery_fledgling]

Who: Rinoa and YOU! And you, and you and you and you.
Where: All over the damn place. She's exploring.
When: Anytime, from morning until evening.
Style: Either!
Status: Open~

[With so many questions and very few answers, Rinoa has decided to take things into her own hands and give the bubble and the island a good lookover. Packing a satchel and donned with good "exploration" clothes, Rinoa will be all over the place today. She'll be poking her head into corners and strange holes and inspecting whatever attracts her curiosity.

More than likely the eager but slightly naive girl will be found in some strange position or another while investigating, and if approached, she may just have a question in store. Or at the very least, an awkward explanation as to what she's doing.]

Comments

[sorcery_fledgling]

[O hai thar duck.

She should be weirded out, but this place is slowly making it sink into her head that there are very strange concepts in the multi-verse.]

Need any help?

[daffyduck]

[He looks around, his expression oddly calculating for a mere duck. Then he speaks.]

I was hoping there was sthomething... interesthting around here.

[sorcery_fledgling]

Interesting? Anything in particular?

[daffyduck]

Gold. Gemstones. Pearls! We're under the sea, right. There should be pearls.

[sorcery_fledgling]

Mmm, true... but you'd probably find more of those in the sandbed. [She points to the ocean area outside the bubble.]

[daffyduck]

Hmmm... [He looks that way then back at her, looking her over.]

What's your name?

[sorcery_fledgling]

Hm? I'm Rinoa. You?

[daffyduck]

Daffy Duck.

[He preens a little as if expecting to be recognised.]

[sorcery_fledgling]

[He is going to be bitterly disappointed.]

Nice to meet you.

[daffyduck]

I know it is.

[sorcery_fledgling]

[...O...kay.]

What's... that supposed to mean?

[daffyduck]

It means I'm not surprised it's nice to meet me. Everyone should meet me! It'd make their week!

[sorcery_fledgling]

...Really. [A conceited duck... this has to be a monumental occasion of some kind.] And why would that be?