**Giggles!**

If you are a member of the List (f-list.com) and have spent any weekend in the Inflation Room there, then you have seen Taffy showing up either waking up and preparing to go to Tybee Island Beach or coming back from a good day diving. The copper top's been testing the Deep Breath, a prototype scuba system which allows the diver to go deeper and survive longer by changing the water into hydrogen and oxygen and using the energy released by the process to power the system. The gasses are stored within the system's tanks and the oxygen, mixed with the proper levels of other elements found within the water to keep the respiration and pressure at normal levels. The hydrogen is now stored in small canisters which can be used for other things later, especially after an accident of someone tinkering with the gear and causing the elastic tigress to get blown up really, really huge!

Another fun part of it has been the exploration of other things that Taffy does while out at Tybee Island. One is the exploration of her father's hangar where he kept The Roadrunner! Pop's old P3 Orion, which had been highly modified, sort of like the Millennium Falcon, just not able to fly at light speed, though I'm sure my father would have approved. Taffy's own father had disappeared while on a mission for the Navy, something that no one seems to know about. And while Taffy suspects that her mother may know something, I'm still working out the ins and outs of how this is going to work. Mom used to talk about Pop's missions, how little she knew and how it drove her nuts, but also she said that this was part of the military life.

Another thing is the attending the Sunrise Service on the beach. Taffy would get up before the crack of dawn or go diving before sunset, always to try and catch "The Green Flash!", the bright flash of green light often seen either at sunrise or sunset which signaled the return or departure of a soul to heaven. At least, that's how it was explained to me by Pop decades ago when we would go to the beach in the evening to give Mom a break, also to spend some time together. With the church service, Taffy would come out of the water in her wetsuit and with her Deep Breath gear in hand, walk past the old ladies of the church ... every church I have been to has at least one pair or even a gathering of many, all hanging out and basically the moral compass or gossip vine for the social commentary. They would give Taffy an ugly look as the copper top would walk past, heading for the dunes to change out from her wetsuit and into her Sunday best dress ... that laying with her things in a garment bag. That last detail part was caught by a good friend of mine who sits there and watches me RP with just a few words here and there to keep things interesting. When Taffy would come out of the sand dunes dressed in for church, the old ladies would give her all sorts of grief for being so unladylike ...

A lot of the personal RP is based off of the insanity of my own life, especially the social commentary from the old ladies. See, I was adopted into an old Southern Family, highly respected in the Golden Isles area, meaning that my behavior and the things that I did reflected seriously upon my parents. While it bothered Mom to no end, especially when I wasn't doing what I should be doing, Pop dismissed it with a shrug, thanking the person for the report, and basically allowing himself to choose whether or not it was worth looking into for punishment or some form of correction. Mom, however, often went over the top ... you see, my Big Sister did it all as far as getting into trouble and Mom was worried that I was going to be just like her first daughter, so ... you see where this is going. Nevertheless, I was pretty much a good kid, though I danced to my own beat of the drum. While I thought I was a pretty good kid, did exceptionally well in school, and worked hard at most everything I tried to do, I had my moments of where I went off the rails. It was called "Being a kid!" back in the day. Now ... I'm not sure what it's called, but I'm willing to bet it's a syndrome or a condition of sorts.

This is been a long RP that I have been working on off and on through the summer and some into the fall as well. Now, the above shot is one that Caitlynn took of Taffy after rescuing her from the monumental explosion Ricochet did after the hydrogen, though probably the PlastiCat let her partner cool down a bit from the excitement of the moment.

Thanks to my friend, 14-Bis!