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.ll Arriving At The Event ==> Beach Bar ll.

Josh stared apathetically out of the widow of his truck. His eyes seemed to waver to a particularly intriguing yellow splotch… he could only assume it was the aged remains of one very unlucky butterfly. Though it was the only thing saving him from boredom at the moment.

‘HOOONK!!!’

He jumped with a start as a horn blared at his truck’s slightly swerving path. Threatening to tread into the opposing lane. The boy jerked the truck back into a straight path in his own lane and picked up on his quest of the scanning the horizon… making sure no wayward kids flung themselves in front of the pathetic hunk of metal he called a vehicle. For heaven’s sake it was already dented and scared enough! He was glad that his father had managed to salvage the thing from a junkyard. However, the man could have at least spared enough sense to get him something with a seatbelt!

Josh sighed as he pulled into the scenic lot of sand he could only guess was the improvised parking lot. Giving the fact that there were already a good number of cars speckling the small open plain. He parked in one of the opened spaces and hopped ungracefully from his truck. The battered metal gave a shrill creak in protest as Josh made his leave, as if asking the boy why he had doomed the truck to live a few more inelegant years instead of offering it a timely demise. ..Or it was just an old jalopy squealing over the fact it was about a century past its prime. The boy swung an orange sports backpack over his shoulder and slammed his door securely shut. As securely as it could get, the pile of mechanics and ruined leather seating lacked locks…

Josh plodded onto the beach with a grin plastered on his face. This was undoubtedly one of the better events the Lab had hosted, in his humble opinion. The boy could feel it in his sports junky bones. The event had everything a person like himself could ask for; Sun, waves, and physical activity! Josh treaded over the sand at lightning speed; like an predator in hot pursuit of a rather delicious morsel. However, it was less because of his excitement and more for the fact that it felt like molten earth under his bare toes. The boy made a large mental note to put on his sandals later.

Josh pattered under a covered area to seek refuge from the searing sun and nipping sand. Only momentarily though. Once he had put on his sunscreen and sandals, Josh could be considered a titan of Summertime fun. Nothing could get between him and pure rapture during this event. He pulled out said articles from his bag and in a sense… ‘prepared for the battle ahead’.

He was in he middle of covering his shoulders with a generous portion of greasy lotion before he noticed a man struggling with what appeared to be… a kite? Josh finished rubbing the last small signs of sunscreen into his skin and slipped on his sandals. He approached the man and cooed to him in a subtle yet bouncy tenor, “You seem to be having a bit of trouble there… I think I could help?” Josh crouched behind him with a smirk adorning his lips.

((Beach Bar Buffet / Sand N' Stuff))

Roux gave a sulky look in Mouse's direction before bringing the glass to his lips once more. He paused before taking a wary sip... last time she'd given him something it was good, so... He gave a small snort of surprise into the drink. He glowered down at the glass, eyes shifting between Mouse and his cup. It was fizzy... he wasn't sure if he felt betrayed at the unexpected surprise or pleased.

"Hm... okay. I guess." He tried not to let Mouse see him take another tentative sip. It was refreshing, and the ice made it very cool. He decided Club Soda was alright, but not better than Ice Tea. He would accept the gift Mouse had given him.

Irritation piked as he began hearing his name called. He looked up, glowering at the crowd until he saw the owner to one of the voices... he thought she'd sounded familiar. He raised a single hand, holding his glass in the other, to wave at Aki. If Aki was here that meant... but he didn't see anything pink. In fact... there was a completely different Raeven floating beside Aki, one he didn't recognize.


Chloe looked up, a bit surprised, as she heard someone calling her name. A smile spread across her lips as she saw Eiry and Isi coming closer, raising her hand high above her head and waving to them both. "A-Ah! Isi! Eiry!"

(( Sand n Stuff ))

Alex laughed in agreement with Chloe. "Raevans are composed of...well, certain things," she explained partially. "Roux happens to be inclined towards ice." Truthfully, she didn't know what made up the Sigel, but she knew from the coldness he had conjured on the first meeting, it had to be of an icy nature. Or winter. They went hand in hand, in her mind.

She dropped her sandals and sunglasses near Chloe's things, absently tracing her fingers over the scar on her ribs, glancing to the side at something flailing. Her face lit similarly as it had when she'd first seen the secretary as her eyes found Eiry, as well as a happy-looking Isi. "It's our boys," she said playfully to Chloe, turning to jog towards them, mindful that her sarong only parted over her left leg.

"Hello loves!" Alex greeted the two, stooping down to plant a kiss on Isi's head. It was habit, and had stuck with her for all her years; it would be a difficult one to break. "Eiry! I don't think we've got to properly talk for more than a second. Good to see you!" Looking to Isi, her smile softened into something warmer, accompanying them the rest of the way to the group of friends that was gathering. "How are you, Isi?"

What in the blazes was THAT? Lorenzo stared at the green flailing thing by his owner, his new cookie still hanging halfway out of his mouth. It looked different, but he was sure he'd seen it before. If it didn't have a memory of sweets tied to it, the Gwee's memory did get a little fuzzy. He crawled from one side of Rai's shoulder to the other, cocking his head to the side and nearly losing his treat as another newcomer nearly bowled them over. Clutching his cookie between his front paws, he squawked indignantly, fluttering between Rai and Chloe with his weary eyes on Damien.

(( Beach Bar / Sand n' Stuff ))

"What? Oh... yes." The latest orders were given to the customers as Mouse answered the question she has been given. As Josh arrived, she tried looking over and around the people in the bar to see if it was anyone familiar, but her shortness thwarted her efforts yet again. She would have to try flagging him down later on when she felt like she could leave her post at the beach bar and see how the rest of the party was unfolding.

She turned her green eyes back on the Raevan and gave a friendly laugh. Something told her he'd like that drink, it was worth having to pay for it out of her own pocket to see Roux trying something new.

Dayo continued drifting aimlessly over the sand, pausing a moment to observe a man that was thinner and paler than her guardian working with something that was half-wrapped in cloth. Something else caught her attention, however, before she decided to approach the necromancer and his kite: a small group of happy people a bit farther away.

A chance gust of wind propelled her off course a bit and she giggled a little at the feeling and how it made her hair fan out in so many directions. She took a moment to comb it back into relative place with her claws before making her way closer to the pink-haired girl she recognized, and another new Raevan that was composed of muted shades of green with a touch of red.

Beach Bar

Though she did not make eye contact with Aki, Lucretia smiled at her words nonetheless. "Milkshake party," she repeated slowly. "Sounds like fun."

The Ice Rose's dark eyes widened a little as she peered at Roux. Though he was still a stranger, she felt some degree of familiarity - Lucretia chalked it up to his coloring. "Roux," she called, not wanting to shout but still loud enough to try to draw his attention. She drifted towards him slowly, like a party balloon caught in an invisible eddy of air, and reached out behind her as she moved to beckon for Aki to follow.

Beach Bar -> Sand 'n Stuff

In the meantime, Kumoru had moved to the sand just outside the beach bar to finish assembling his kite - a multi-colored delta-shaped kite a good six feet wide. The necromancer had the thing flat on the sand for the moment as he attached the control lines.

When it was ready, he picked the kite up and held onto it in spite of the wind's attempts to pull it from his hands. Glancing around at anyone in the area who looked free at the moment, Kumoru called out, "May I have a hand launching this?"

((Beach Bar))

Taking the chilled drink gratefully, Niksia dug out her wallet from her skirt pocket and slid a couple bills back across the bar. She sipped the liquid so that it caused goosebumps down her pale bare arms.

'Ah... Thank you!' It felt wonderful, the sand had been attempting to get the better of her.

Wandering slightly from the bar cover, Niksia squinted in the light bathing the sand. There were various activities she recalled hearing about during her little 'nap' and she would investigate them. After she finished her drink, obviously.

Taking another sip she glanced down and avoided tripping over the growing contraption and its owner nearby. A bit of drink spilled over her hand and she shook her glove to dry it as she eyed the massive kite.

'Umm... You look like you're going to take off with that thing.' She noticed someone answering the question of helping to launch the huge kite and waved faintly at him.

.ll Beach Bar ll.

Josh sat back as his offer went unanswered. Nevertheless, the man seemed have built up a steady pace with the kite and the unruly mass of string and cloth tumbled into the tidy form of a rather majestic kite. When Kumoru looked up lively auburn met vivid blue. Josh piped up again, “I guess I’ll be happy to help you launch that behemoth then… never mind. Maybe another time.” The boy chuckle lightly trying to hide the fact that he was a tad intimidated by the kite. Most people would, considering it stretched well past his own height. Plus, the man seemed to have a team of able people already at his heels to get a chance to assist him. Josh stepped out of the sand again and made his way back to the bar. He plopped down on a clattering seat clumsily and awaited anyone who would like to strike up a sudden and enthralling conversation. Josh felt needy for an exchange of words.