A la piscine!

On a lazy rainy Sunday, Adrienne and I decided to do nothing but laze around in our rooms, read, and disucuss Alliance of Heroes. TamTams was too far away and Piknic Electronik closed for this weekend...
We stuff a towel under our door.
"Let's go to the pool!" said Adrienne, wayyyyyyyy to enthusiastically.
Dis-ass-ter.
We get to the building. There are staircases and doorways. No signs.
. . .
I see this gem of a kid's drawing hanging up in the middle of nowhere.
"What are you doing, Taylor?"
"Just wait, you'll be jealous that you didn't take it."
. . .
Later, quite a bit later, after following bum signs, after fumbling with temporary student cards which didn't work, and grabbing a locker, and after descending through the gender-seperated changerooms (which seemed quite like a steamy crotchedy-old-man hell thanks to 8 1/2) without each other, I took three lengths of the pool and needed to sit on the side. Adrienne kept swimming but my eyes wandered.
The entirety of the piscine was a training grounds - not a member out of step with their lane. I notice one water-dweller with a shiny waved blue head. Many others had grown large eyes that enabled them to see underwater. One had flat hands like ping pong paddles.
"What strange creatures these are," I say to myself. "And how they've all adapted so wonderfully to the water!"
Every one was swimming at speed, but some travelled on their backs, and some didn't breathe for abnormally long periods of time.
Adrienne comes out of the pool. Let's go. I'll just grab my... oh shit. Locker key?
We look around the shallow end. Nothing.
I walk up to the creature in charge, the one wearing red and observing his people.
"Excusez-moi, j'ai tombe mon cle dans la piscine."
"Frenchfrenchfrenchfrench," he motions to people in the pool and then makes a mask with his face.
"Ughhh d'accord."
He talks with his kind, these webbed water-dwellers. He finds one burly male, with dark hair and large mustache. The mustached man recruits his offspring (who have the ability to see underwater) and soon half of the lane is looking for my key, while the other half moves on, oblivious.
I jump into the river current, looking slowly for my key. I take heroic breath one after another, sweeping my palms against the bottom of the pool for a key, for movement, for anything. I look up. The next frog approaches.
Breath after breath, dive after dive. Nothing.
The red frog and I recovene. Although they tried to help, I have lost. Lost.
Adrienne return to our temporary shelters. I take this wicked picture.