[ this isn't quite how he imagined he'd end up plastered to matt, but it's certainly one way to go. but after being shoved in, he lands with an inelegant faceplant, grunting in defeat as he presses himself upright. ]

Yeah, let's just go into the submerged vessel in the crazy lucid dream. Nothing could possibly go wrong.

[ not that the other two really need the added sarcasm but. even in dreams, there are ways to set yourself up for a nightmare. without full control of the environment, it's difficult to think of a plan b that would bypass anything horrible that could happen (assuming it does), but it's one of those moments where eliot finds himself grateful for specializing in physical magic.

casting lazily he sweeps up the water that pooled in from the hatch and draws it up into an amorphous blob while looking around for somewhere to dump it all. he got the water off of all of your scales, skin, clothing, and whatever else too, by the way. you're welcome. ]

I really hope this isn't a submarine about to make a dive.