"I'm pretty sure you want to see this, come on," Cybil waggled her fingers and waited for the small number of tall and scary people to follow. They were markedly hesitant, because she was heading to the Ontegeny Dome, which meant she was heading into the open ocean. Abdul-Razi and his wife Lamia Sidki moved first, and then Amalthea. It was the Doc who stood with clear distress until Cybil grabbed his hand and dragged him behind the others. "Keep up," she insisted. And because she knew how to do that, say it just so, he did.

The Dome's isolated location did have perks for those who were seaborn. And it did also have a portal directly to it, which Cybil did not intend to use. Oh no, she would make this hard for all of the Sangers she could grab this Saturday afternoon in mid-summer. It was just icing on the cake that at least two of them had a career path that matched ... well, what she was going to show them.

Doc was uncomfortable in the boat, of course, as was Abdul-Razi. The women of their group were less distressed: both of them could swim just fine. But they sped across the bay and out a bit, as it was quite a few miles into the sea. The trip was ... fun, for some. Amusing to the pilot of the boat, less so for the Sangers with motion sickness.