Vee: Hello there ms...

Ms.Story: hi there! You must be my partner.

Vee: Cool, so what are we working on

Ms.Story: well, i hope your coo with corpses. Here’s the legend;
well, its said that long ago an immortal octarian king fell in love with an inkling idol. When they had a baby, the idol died in childbirth; and well, here’s the baby.

Vee: w a t
Vee: But yeah corpses are ok

Ms.Story: sorry, i know i can carry on. I just really like legends and folklore. But here we go. (I take a tiny wooden casket from a shelf*

Vee: HOLY SHT
Vee: Should i call the cops? you guys have a fcking dead body here

Ms.Story: *laughs* were allowed to have it. This is a research institute, after all.

Vee: Phew

Ms.Story: *i snap on my latex gloves* shall we get this baby open? Pun intended.

Vee: Sure
*Grabs a pair of latex gloves too

Ms.Story: 3, 2, 1... *i slide the lid of the casket- the baby inside is perfectly preserved*
Like she could wake up at any second...

Vee: cool...

Ketchup: So, I'm working with you, huh?

Ms.Story: yes! I presume youve heard the legend? If not i can tell you.

Ketchup: Please, do tell.

(Btw this takes place like 10k years after the events of splatoon 2)
Ms.Story: well, its said that long ago an immortal octarian king fell in love with an inkling idol. When they had a baby, the idol died in childbirth; and well, here’s the baby.

Ketchup: Whoa....

Ms.Story: crazy, right? *i put on my latex gloves* shall we get this baby open? Pun intended.

Ketchup: *puts on gloves* Ha! Yeah, I think we should.

Ms.Story: *takes out a wooden box with heavy layers of cream wrap from a cabinet, and sets it on the table* here she is.

*saran

Ketchup: Oh, hello there.

Me.Story: *laughs* we only have to make sure the body’s ok; it wont take long, but as someone who loves old folktales and legends, this’ll be awesome! *i start taking off the Saran wrap*

Ketchup: Sounds easy enough.

Ms.Story: mhm! *i get the rest of it off, and dust off the little wooden casket* poor thing...

Ketchup: Yeah...

*and thats exactly what she does- the baby moves her arms and blinks*
Ms.Story: HOLY SHRIMP SAUCE!!

Ketchup: PANIK!!

Ms.Story: 3...2, 1- *i slide open the lid of the casket to reveal a perfectly preserved inktoling baby- she looks almost alive* wow... like she could wake up any second...

Ketchup: Ah! Wow....

*the baby starts to cry, and other people are staring*
Ms.Story: what do we dowhatdowedowhatdowedo!?

Ketchup: Uh... *Tries her best to sing Maritime memory*

Ms.Story: *with a melodic voice, she sings with her*

Jacob: Science, HA!! This is gonna be EASY!!!

Jacob: * Looks at the dead body *

Jacob: Oh . . .

Ms.Story: *giggles* i know, a little intimidating.

Jacob: I don't really do this kind of science a lot, but I will try.

Ms.Story: its not to advanced, so dont worry. We just have to make sure its all ok.

Jacob: Hmmm, okay
* Jacob started to inspect the dead body, taking notes *