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.

Comments

[lunchleader]

[Right happily takes the Bidoof happily out of Michiru's hands.] Brad, huh? Nice to meet you! We're gonna have a lot of fun together!

[And with Pokemon in tow, he turns and walks towards the beach...and away from Michiru.]

[incousinswithyou]

[Michiru will immediately dive into the water to try and escape. She'll make it up to Right later. Maybe.

Meanwhile, Brad starts squirming.] Doof doof...! [nooooooooo...! Where is his beloved??]

[lunchleader]

Eh? Your beloved? [Cue one rather clueless Right.]

[incousinswithyou]

[Brad's eyes get all shiny and he stops squirming enough to gesture expansively with his paws.]

Doof! Doof doof. [his sun, his moon, his only reason for living! That's who!]

[lunchleader]

So...what does she look like? [Clueless!right is still clueless]

[incousinswithyou]

Doof doof doooof~ [like the sun! Like the warmth of a burrow in the dark of night! Like the only spot of pure innocence in a land filled with conniving Pokemon who only seek to keep him and his Beloved apart!!!

Fortunately, Brad is more than willing to expound on one of his favorite subjects, even if he's 99% wrong about all of it.]

[lunchleader]

[Right's...not looking very sure about all that.]

Okay...so you love her. That's...nice? But that still doesn't explain what she actually looks like - y'know, fur color and all that?

[incousinswithyou]

Doof. [it's green! Like a tree. He nods and then starts squirming again.]

[lunchleader]

Green, like a tree...

[Give it a few moments, the wheels in his head is turning...]

...Michiru? You're in love with Michiru?

[incousinswithyou]

[Brad just gives Right a look. Well duh.]

Bi. [they're meant to be, can't you see?]

[lunchleader]

[Right just stares right back for a few moments.]

...but you're not a Shifter. And she already has Haruka.

[incousinswithyou]

[slow blink]

Doof. [who?

And then he's squirming in earnest now, using his claws to try and get Right to let go.]

[lunchleader]

You seriously don't know who Haruka--OW! Stop that!

[Right's grip looses, but he doesn't quite drop him. Brad better be quick, though, before he tightens back up.]

[incousinswithyou]

[Brad starts slipping through, courtesy of his wet fur. And nope, he's gonna try and bite now.]

[lunchleader]

[That's definitely drawing a huge yelp of pain from Right as he fully loses his grip in that nasty Bidoof. It's certainly loud enough to draw the attention of anyone nearby - including Right's Pokemon.]

[incousinswithyou]

Doooo.......! [Brad is busy dealing with this unexpected fall and plonks right into the water with a large splash. He sinks like a stone for a bit before he finally remembers he's in water, and then he's doggedly paddling upwards again.]

[lunchleader]

[Right does let slip a few choice swears before reaching down to grab the stubborn Pokemon by the scruff of his neck.]

Ohhh, no! No-no-no! Michiru told me to keep an eye on you, and that's what I'm gonna do!

[incousinswithyou]

[hey, he's flying! He's - wait no.]

Doof! Doof doof bi!! [nooo! His beloved is expecting him!! He must go!

There's even more squirming, but at least this way, he can't scratch or bite.]

[lunchleader]

Are you even listening to me? Michiru...told me...to look after you...while she's off swimming.

[That latter sentence was spoken a bit slowly, so as to help get the point across. And while he's speaking, Right is carrying Brad out of the water and a bit of a ways inland. He keeps his grip on the struggling Bidoof as he holds him away from his body.

[incousinswithyou]

[....

Brad's ears flick at those words, and then he's struggling again. This time, he's trying to head back into the water.]

Doof!! [his love needs him! Let him go! You can't treat the cutest Bidoof in Union this way!!]

[lunchleader]

No, she doesn't! [Right sighs, putting his face in the palm of his free hand.] Man, you're an idiot, Brad...

[He then spots his Slowpoke, and an idea pops up in his head.] Osoi! C'mon over here!

[The Slowpoke happily obliges, staring at Brad with a near-vacant stare of her own.]

[incousinswithyou]

[Brad quits squirming for a moment to return that stare. Where did this one come from and why is that emptiness so familiar?]

[lunchleader]

Brad needs help getting some rest, Osoi. Mind helping him out?

[Thankfully, Osoi is in "today" mode, so she immediately nods in agreement and Yawns right at the Bidoof.]

[incousinswithyou]

[Brad blinks at the Yawn. When nothing happens, he goes back to wriggling, raising his paws above his head to try and scratch at Right's hand.

...it's getting a bit hard to keep his paws up. That's a slow blink and then Brad yawns and slumps forward, snoozing loudly.]

[lunchleader]

[Right heaves a huge sigh of relief once Brad is asleep.] Thank Gods...Michiru really owes me for this. [He gingerly sets Brad down on the ground in the shade...and then buries the Bidoof up to his neck in sand, as a precaution.

He then turns back to his own Pokemon.] Thanks for your help, Osoi.

[The Slowpoke nods before heading back to gnawing on some Poffins left out on top of Right's beach blanket.]