[See, this is the part where it gets confusing, because Beau is pretty sure quicksand is not supposed to be on a beach. It's not even really sand all the time! It sure as shit shouldn't be in dunes! But whatever, whatever, she'll yell at it when it's not killing her.
Beau goes for the clothes when they're offered, trying to pull her arms out together while her legs are anchored to keep her in place. But, despite all of her safe attempts, the ground seems to morph as she moves; her feet are fine and steady when she takes out her arms, but the moment she grabs on there's suddenly no anchor beneath them. The instant surge of gravity into bare air is too disorienting for her to hold on, and in moments she's dropping again, screaming out a variety of curses as she goes.
At least she does hit the... bottom? It's a tight end of it, but she seems to have finally stopped sinking, even though she's curled in on her ass with her knees to her chest.]
This shit does not act like quicksand! This is magic, this is absolutely fucking magic!
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Beau goes for the clothes when they're offered, trying to pull her arms out together while her legs are anchored to keep her in place. But, despite all of her safe attempts, the ground seems to morph as she moves; her feet are fine and steady when she takes out her arms, but the moment she grabs on there's suddenly no anchor beneath them. The instant surge of gravity into bare air is too disorienting for her to hold on, and in moments she's dropping again, screaming out a variety of curses as she goes.
At least she does hit the... bottom? It's a tight end of it, but she seems to have finally stopped sinking, even though she's curled in on her ass with her knees to her chest.]
This shit does not act like quicksand! This is magic, this is absolutely fucking magic!