Beach Party Log

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Who: The people of Union and all their wonderful friends who can be bothered to take a vacation.
Where: The Tropical Island
When: On and off, the second week of June
What: Union's more-than-annual beach party. Open log, tag around!

The sun is shining, the Wingull are squawking, and the beach of the Tropical Island is as beautiful as always. The whole city has more or less been effectively encouraged to come out, especially people who need to recover from the shenanigans in Sanctuary. The air is filled with the sounds and smells of Citadel visitors grilling, the expected murmurs of shock at Calderan fashions hitting the place where they're most practical, and of course, the colorful sights of everyone having a good time. There's lots of places to see and things to do on the island, and now's the time to enjoy them.

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The Ride Over

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A certain part-time captain is providing discount transportation, as promised, via steamship. For the sake of overflow, she'll also offer further-discounted rides on her Wailord, and is thankfully too busy to turn that into a dirty joke more than once an hour or so

[conquerorofwaves]

Most people would be hanging out on the starboard and port side of the ship, but Sinbad's hanging close to the pilot house, humming an archipelago shanty Isabela might be familiar with - something about a sailor with an unfortunate string of paramours so unusual he had to keep insisting it's all true. His attention seem divided between the sea and watching the woman work.

[victimlessdetails]

Once Isabela has an opportunity to lock the rudder and, as usual, make her Ludicolo do all the actual coal-shoveling work, she wanders over to the source of the humming.

"D'you even know what half that song's about, kid?" she asks, curious.

[radeonthecity]

The shirtless Valyrie kid riding the ship is a) the scrawniest twig ever and b) trying very hard not to look like he's anywhere near as seasick as he is. Riding a Rhyhorn is one thing, but this "ship" thing is quite another. He is so taking the Wailord on the return trip, but for now he has to try and look tough and not show any weakness. Spending the trip leaning over the railing and taking deep breaths of sea air is totally normal behavior for someone who is not at all seasick, right?

[victimlessdetails]

"You might as well just let it out, kid. You're only making yourself miserable holding back."

That's Isabela's drive-by comment as she goes to find a mop she can tie to her Eelektrik. Cleaning the sideboards is always a pain, but it's less of one with a levitating crewmate.

Beach Sprawling

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Of course, the main attraction of the Tropical Island is the sandy beaches that have been semi-colonized by beauty-seeking Unionites. It can get a bit crowded, but it's still a beautiful place to lay out on a towel and absorb some Bright Sunlight.

open!

[wishingalone]

[Mami is happy to sprawl out on the beach. Swimming? That's not really her bag -- sure, she'll do it a little, because hey, she's here and exercise is good -- but just being able to sit back and relax is nice. She has a yellow two-piece on that's relatively modest, and is sitting back in a wooden deck chair from... somewhere.]

[She also wears a large brimmed hat, which is shielding her eyes, and is sipping some water from a coconut shell.]

[This? This is nice.]

[punchesyu]

[Aw sweet, there's Mami. He strides up to her, happy to see her.]

Yo, Mami! I didn't know you came out too!

[He's in a pair of red and white swim trunks, waving. And checking her out. Definitely doing that.]

Open (but specifically with the blond firebirddude)

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Rise makes her way out onto the beach, slightly put out to find it already crowded, but still happy to be here. She's wearing, unusually, a light and rather traditional robe...although it's more traditional to spas than beaches, and carrying a parasol like she's gotten used to on long, sunny trips.

"Well, it's not quiet, but it still looks relaxing, right?" she turns and calls to Asemu.

[second_destiny]

[Meanwhile, Asemu has no cover for himself. He's got on a pair of white swimming trunks and a button-down shirt that's currently open in the front, as well as a pair of sandals. The sun doesn't bother him at all, so he's not particularly seeking out the umbrella.]

Yeah, I guess so. Still, it would have been nice to have a little more space, don't you think?

Open

[sheisntshy]

Tara isn't one for leaving Union, ever. She's not comfortable with it, she likes the city and the machines and just being close to everything. But tonight's show is mostly music and, well, she enjoys seeing others having fun. So in the shade of the jungle's edge she sits with her headphones, music, and watches people enjoy the sun and surf.

She kinda wishes she could join in.

[actsmagnificent]

[ Oh gods, Union, why is this spot of the beach so bright? Is there a Pokémon using Sunny Day? Has the second coming of the Savior arrived to cancel out the bad karma generated from Sanctuary's actions? Has someone discovered diamonds on the beach?

Nah. It's just Haruka, arms crossed behind her head, eyes closed. She's not really a swimmer, but the ocean is one of the few places she relaxes the best. For reasons.

And a relaxing Haruka, smiling, zoned out, and shoujo to the hilt, is a danger to the eyes. ]

[incousinswithyou]

[bare feet on the sand, sounds getting closer. At least one person seems immune to the sparkles.

And that's the side of a cold glass, nudging lightly against your cheek.

Harukaaaa....]

so late.

[faithfulflame]

[Haruka isn't the only one laying out on the beach that's dangerous to the eye. Rei doesn't shine so much as shimmers, the unnatural heat of her body in the sun throwing up a weirding effect around her. The swimsuit, elegant figure, and the Gardevoir holding an overlarge parasol probably don't hurt either.

Passing by, she looks down at her older friend...or whatever she is ]

Enjoying life as usual?

Open!

[sparkofgenius]

[Beach? Hell yes! Even Lucca has to admit that taking some time out of the lab is necessary. She's lounging on a towel with a Golett beside her, the Pokemon fanning her with a palm frond as she sips a purple drink that appears to have come from a nearby cooler.

She's dressed in a pretty modest gunmetal-grey bikini, and her trademark helmet is perched atop the Golett's head. Really the only indication that she's a mad scientist visible is the freeze gun at her side that she periodically aims at the ice chest to keep cold.

Which...may be a spectacle all it's own.]

Swimming

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There's also a nice, protected swimming spot in front of the beach, of course. It may or may not have a sleepy Wailord resting in it, but either way, it's a great way to cool off.

[actsmagnificent]

V-vul.

[ "Come to the beach," Trainer said. "It'd be good experience," Trainer said. Well, Vulpix had all the experience with the beach she wanted upon dipping a single paw in the water and then retracting it.

So now she's sitting at the water's edge, dainty and disapproving as can be, while something much larger (and happier) swims around the area, dropping the water temperature by its very presence. Weren't you supposed to be a lady, Sky? ]

Bear~

[ It's summer, and she's an Ice-type with a thick fur coat. Sky the Beartic couldn't be more pleased! ]

[incousinswithyou]

[Michiru was having fun swimming, but at the moment, she just looks exasperated. She's standing in the water, one hand stretched forward, the barest of fingertips pushing against the forehead of Bidoof who is a very determined to just keep swimming straight at her.]

How did you even get here...

[taudriver]

[Glistening in the sun like some kind of Galactic Pretty Boy, Takuto was swimming athletically through the water. He's pretty good, and his shorts are pretty tight which means everyone around has a pretty clear view of his surprisingly muscular frame and the giant X-shaped scar on his chest.]

Food

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Certain recent discoveries of meat-happy cultures have led to the revival of mankind's greatest culinary art, beach grilling, whether done privately or by enterprising businesspeople who paid a premium to load the steamship with icechests full of food or cold treats.

Open!

[lunchleader]

[And guess who's sitting there with a few big plates-ful of meat and other grilled stuff with some of his Pokemon?

...yes, it's this lovable guy. And he's really packing it away, too...]

open

[flying_chains]

Having no strong interest in getting a tan, and not knowing how to swim, Morgiana had arrived in her regular clothes. She had just negotiated the purchase of a pair of grilled fish of some kind on a stick. She couldn't immediately identify what they were, but they smelled good so that was fine.

Step two would be to eat the fish, but she was still working out exactly what step three was going to be. Maybe if she found someone she knew...

Exploration

[celebrity_commentator]

And of course, this is still a jungle island with no real permanent settlement, full of...well, mostly Tropius, but there are other Pokémon and secrets around too, surely.

also open!

[wishingalone]

[Mami couldn't say no to some sporting while she was here. She is making a lot of rocket; the woman has set up a clay disc shooter, purchased when she was in Caldera before the Battle of Sanctuary. She is also making her percussion lock rifles via her Moves.]

Clear!

[And when a clay disk fires, she shoots the rifle closes to her, blowing the disc apart into so many clay smithereens.]

[She's picked a cliff face to do her shooting from.]

Closed to Asemu Asuno

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[Eventually, the crowds on the beach (and her own overactive social life) start bugging Rise enough that she tugs her boyfriend close and whispers to him.]

Hey, you want to fly out of here and go somewhere quieter?