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

[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.]