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

[flying_chains]

I like the sand.

[footprints_on_your_face]

[...]

Oh, right, Fire type. Yeah, I guess that probably would feel better, huh?

[flying_chains]

It feels odd, sometimes.

[but she stuck her feet into the surf, if only to prove that she could. Fire had never been a large part of her identity.]

[footprints_on_your_face]

Nice and cool, right?

[Chie stretches in place, wiggling her toes in the wet sand as the tide rolls in and out over them.]

[flying_chains]

I suppose.

[She would have gone with cold and wet, personally. But it IS a very warm day so it's not a bad feeling.]

[footprints_on_your_face]

So... are you having a good time? It's nice to relax a little after all that fighting.