Beach Party Log

[celebrity_commentator]

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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[incousinswithyou]

[the water is nice and clear! Very pretty. If somebody is paying close attention, there's almost an invisible swirl of current under the waves.

Which turns out to be Martelé as she explodes out of the water right in next to Passion.] Va...!

[actsmagnificent]

Pix!!

[ -- oh, it's you. Passion places down the paw she'd withdrawn in fright and stops leaning away....then thinks better of this and leans away for different reasons. You've resorted to scare tactics to amuse yourself. That almost rouses sympathy.

Well, she'll play along. Was that amusing? ] ....Pix.

[incousinswithyou]

[it really doesn't matter how far she leans away, because Martelé starts shaking herself off.]

Vaporeon! [hey, she's great at sneaking! Also, what're you doing so close to the water? Aren't you afraid of it?] Vavava. [snerk]

[actsmagnificent]

[ There are droplets. On her coat. Droplets on her precious coat. But wiping them away would give this petty creature an indulgence Vulpix has no notion of entertaining, so she curls her paws beneath her in distaste but remains seated. Not everyone is ruled by their fears, ingrate. Though...

She tilts her head at Martelé appealingly. How thoughtful of you to be concerned about her! ] Vulpix.

[incousinswithyou]

[Martelé pauses, blinking at that headtilt. It's almost...cu - Martelé abruptly shakes her head again and her ruff is puffing up.]

Vaaa, vaporeon!! [she is so not!!!]

[actsmagnificent]

[ Vulpix's ears lift. No? Well, at least you wear your honesty openly to offset the rest of your personality. That much is gracious. ] Vulpix pix.

[incousinswithyou]

Vaporeon! [Her personality is amazing, okay. Even if everything gets stupid and weird when you get involved.] Va...

[actsmagnificent]

Vul. [ Being reminded of one's inferiority must hurt, yes. You have her sympathies.

Did you come over here for a reason, incidentally? ] Vulpix?

[ And she turns - to sort of sidle towards Martelé. Yes, this puts her closer to the water, but she's regained the metaphorical high ground and has no intentions of relinquishing it. And her seeming interested in you always makes you that much more flustered...

But. Ugh. There's wet so very close to her paws. She will have to be careful. ]

[incousinswithyou]

Vaporeon! [it's a free beach, Princess! She can go wherever she wants.

She's not quite sure why she's leaning away from Passion, though.]

[actsmagnificent]

Vul... [ More thoughtfulness? Ridding her of your fish stench? Well, it is a beach, so there's no helping that. Passion takes another step forward--

--and freezes as a shiver runs up from her paw to the tips of her curls. The surf. Just hit. Her paw. But she's fine! It's a beach! This is to be expected.... ] Vvvvvvvvv--

[ Give her a moment. ]

[incousinswithyou]

[wow, that looked weird. It just prompts Martelé to lean forward a bit to inspect Passion, sniffing.]

Eooon. [does this mean you never take baths?]

[actsmagnificent]

[ Wh -

Ah, revenge, is it? Passion stays right where she is, allowing herself to be sniffed. Wonder about her hygiene all you wish. Her coat is always in top condition. ] Pix.

[ ...She grooms herself regularly, for the record. And she does bathe. Seething inwardly every moment.

The closer Martelé gets, the more her snout wrinkles. ]

[incousinswithyou]

[sniff, sniff, sniff. And then there's a fleeting glimpse of glee and she deliberately opens her mouth wide and exhales in Passion's face.

It probably smells more of the berries she had earlier than fish.]

[actsmagnificent]

[ Passion begins wondering whether it's possible to catch being gauche from someone, and whether maintaining contact is worth the risk. As she's forced to endure this indignity, it's tempting to breathe fire right back at Martelé, but for all she knows, toxic Water-type breath (no matter what it smells of) might be flammable. Besides, that'd be copying.

So she darts her snout closer, licks Martelé's nose, and backs up as quickly as she can without completely losing face and falling over. She'll have to rinse out her mouth, but a convenient excuse to get out of the surf is worth it.

She can't help but bob her tails a bit as she retreats. ] Pix.

[incousinswithyou]

[aaaand Passion is rewarded with a squeak as Martelé stumbles backwards and into the water with a splash.] Va - !

Vaporeon!! [what the heck was that??

...Gr. She'll get you to react one of these days.]

[actsmagnificent]

[ Passion already feels like she's reacted more than enough, thank you! Some vendor around here is selling fruit juice, aren't they? She'll have to do an impression of Trainer's Trainer until her own Trainer caves and gets her some.

But for now, this looks like a win. So she tosses her curls in the air. When you react like that, you're almost tolerable. Now, do excuse her. ] Vulpix~