[ Changing forms is actually not so new to Akko, given her previous skill with metamorphosis magic. It comes so naturally to her now that as soon as she is aware that she is a squid, her body starts to remember being something else. It's a messy process of ripping and tearing and being shapes that are familiar, if incorrect. Thankfully, most of it happens in the water and well before she remembers who she is, or comprehends what's actually happening. Merciless waves swell and when they crash into the shore, they deposit a naked and shivering Akko face-first into the sand.

Her first emotion on these new shores is utter indignance. Look, if you were going to turn her into a squid just to make her remember what shape she's supposed to be, you could have picked BETTER WEATHER and maybe LEFT HER SOME FREAKING CLOTHES. Unfortunately the burst of emotion makes her turn sharply to reflexively yell at the ocean, which results in her realizing her stomach is full of gritty, sandy water, and she promptly vomits into the surf. That will have to do for a statement for now. ]

Ow, ow, ow...

[ Akko's voice comes out in a hoarse croak, throat raw from throwing up. She gropes blindly through the sand, muttering indistinctly and looking for answers or clothes or preferably both since she can't see very well and she's starting to remember the shape and concept of modesty. In the process, her hand clasps around the ankle of someone who has approached her, or simply passed too near to her.

Too bad she's having a hard time orienting herself completely and doesn't have the good sense to let go. ]

[ Once Akko is a bit more settled and clothed and less full of brine and confusion, she spends most of her time on the boardwalk this month. She's not too sure about Mariana yet - after all, their introduction to each other was the sea throwing Akko into the sand and Akko...returning the favor - but she is living for these arts and crafts. It takes no time at all for Akko to hijack a booth offering shell necklaces. Once they taught her how to make one, she planted her butt on the boardwalk and started making dozens.

She accosts anyone who walks too close with a selection of necklaces to choose from, all smiles and laughter and "Come on, you can make your own, too!". For people that seem glum or reserved, she pulls out the big guns: shell crowns. See, it wasn't too difficult to make other forms of seashell jewelry once you knew the trick to it, and sometimes while shifting through the shell supply you just find a crowning jewel of a shell.

If you're particularly unlucky and look particularly un-cheerful, she might simply slam dunk a crown on your head as a greeting.

[ So, finding a home has been a trial and error exercise. Many buildings that look abandoned are just poorly maintained and the only real way of knowing, as far as Akko is concerned, is flinging the door open and looking inside. Of course many occupied homes are locked, so she knows pretty quickly which ones are available and which ones aren't once she tries this brilliant tactic. So far, no luck on finding an unlocked home that she actually likes.

Perhaps beggars can't be choosers, but this thought has not yet occurred to Akko.

Maybe you forgot to lock your door. Maybe you only just got home and haven't had the chance. Regardless, your door swings open and a head pops into your entry hall. ]

Helloooooooo? Anybody home? Please be empty this one is so nice...

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