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[[Oceanshore (Isi) ; Oceanshore -> Drinks Booth (Eiry - with tags to: KYOU, and WE'RIKA)]]

There was a whistle, shattering the calming effect of the ocean's waves on his nerves, and Isi startled a glance towards the whistle-blower. A game was beginning, that much he could tell, but beyond that he had little care. He stretched himself out beside the driftwood, turning his back to the beach where the raevans were now mulling about with their fans of wings and ribbons. He had just managed to drown them out from his head when the familiar rasp of his ward startled him again.

"Isikoro," came the sigel's voice, "You kept me blind to the fact that there would be a grand search of empty sea homes this day at the beach with the other raevans!" He was sullen and there was a bit of a sag in his ribbon. His encounter with Vyn had been short-lived, although pleasant, because it had been promptly cut short by the announcement of the sea-shell finding contest. Since the conversation had been politely cut short, Eiry had drifted back over to Isikoro, lonelier than before.

It took a few moments for Isi to understand just what his ward had said. "Eiry, I didn't know that they were doing contests," he said, somewhat irritable that his ward would try and place the blame on him. "We just got here."

Isikoro watched as Eirdirsceol turned to balefully watch the other raevans wander about the beach, their heads downward turned and searching along the ground.

Sighing, he prompted him to leave, "Eiry, perhaps there are other contests or things that you can do. You should go and look, sign up for them if there's still any left. Ask Doctor Kyoupi, he'll know."

With his ears perked up again, somewhat comforted by hope, Eiry nodded to his guardian. He was right. Perhaps there were more events! With a flap of his wings, Eiry started floating over to the drinks booth, once again to bother the doctor.

"Doctor Kyou!" Eiry hailed as soon as he came close to the booth where the doctor had a small crowd of tenders to the booth, "Such questions I have for you today." he said, and then he saw a familiar tanned man...We'rika. Eiry almost blanched. It had been a while since Valentine's day where Eiry had received his first unofficial kiss from the huichol, but Eiry retained the disgust from it still.

He inched away from We'rika, turning his attention again to the doctor, hoping that the shaman didn't recognize him. "Questions, dear Doctor: Are there any more events this day?"

(( Oceanside - Roll 1/6 - Clam Shell ))




He saw the shadow of the Raevan before he saw Xiu himself, which was something of a blessing in disguise - the shadow was long. Longer than his. Zul turned and set his sky-cut eyes upon the white Sigel, conflicting emotions in his chest. Congratulations was on the tip of his tongue, but the demon was too proud for that to be the first word spoken to the Pi Yao after their last meeting encroaching on a year's time passed. "You grew," he commented in a mostly neutral manner, taking in the slender physique and embroidered clothes. He looked regal, but far be it from Zul to say so.

Without really looking at the pails, he took one - the polar bear in swim trunks - and nodded down the length of beach. "Let's get started." Normally, Zul might have asked how the Pi Yao was doing, ask after Hazeline, see what he'd been up to - but he was not feeling normal. Xiu's close proximity made his proverbial hackles stand on edge, as it were, and with a tight smile, he began to float down the stretch of beach opposite of the large gathering, turning his eyes down to the pristine sand.

As proud as he was, Zul wasn't so much 'in it to win it' as much as he was looking for shells that were worth his attention. It didn't take long for him to seek out one that stood out amongst the bone-white sand: a clam shell! It was a lovely aged rust that striped between plum, salmon and creme, the lines between each ripple touched with a chalky white that came with being dry. The demon deftly retrieved the shell, turning it over and holding it up to the sun; the light that filtered through was somewhat bloody against his face, admiring the color. "One," he announced to his partner contently, placing his prize into the plastic bucket.

((Delia=Seashells (Roll 1/6 – Crumpled Cup) // Ebs=Beach))

It wasn’t that Delia was purposely trying to ignore the other two Raevans, it was that unfortunately the snake’s ability to multitask was somewhat lacking, very rarely being able to keep track of more than one thing at a time. And as Lazarus was possibly the warmest of their kind as far as she knew, he held an extra tighter hold on her attentions for that mere fact. No worries though, she would simply get back to the others later.

Not being able to help herself, Cordelia gave the demonic Sigel an affectionate nuzzling, her greedy warmth wanting side rearing its ugly head just a tad and thus had not noticed the elder male’s struggling. That was not until he’d given a winded shout and forcefully tried to pry her off.

Aiding him, the basilisk immediately let go and floated back some. ”Opps!” Giving a swaying reminiscent of soft shuffling, the Frei’s eyes looked to the sand. “Sorry Lazarus. Ebby’s always telling me to be careful with hugs, but I forget sometimes. I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Her eyes went wide, frightened that she might have and that he wouldn’t want to be her partner or friend anymore.

Yet he was addressing Pasha now. Apparently she was looking for her partner too it seemed. She didn’t know whom this Varun was either thus didn’t speak up, though she did slowly lean side ways to see whom Lazarus was pointing at. A little gasp left the smoky girl and she hurriedly fell back to her original spot, safely hidden from Varun’s view behind Lazarus. So she hadn’t imagined him after all.

She bit her lip lightly. They needed to leave before Varun saw and recognized her. Delia wasn’t ready for this confrontation just yet. Picking up the bucket that had fallen, the snake gently tugged on Laz’s sleeve. “Do you want to go play now?”

Even though she’d asked him, Cordelia was eager to escape the area near the leviathan and drifted off to search for these shells. That’s what the grey Raevan said right? Scratching her head, Delia began poking in the sand randomly. Her eyes widened with excitement when something white and unusual peek up at her. Quickly she wiped the rest of the sand away to reveal…a crumpled cup! The girl pouted, pretty sure that wasn’t what she was suppose to be looking for. Maybe Lazarus would have better luck than her.

Ebony’s brow lifted at the added strength behind Ty’s handshake, physically trying to suppress an eye roll. She was right about the air about him, typical egotistical male. Luckily, the Brit was use to his kind and could get through with ease and without looking like some little blushing, floundering schoolgirl. But maybe luck was on her side as Yuurei and Hazeline easily slipped into their own conversation about their charges. She was very interested in hearing how both were, most especially Lucia.

Though as luck would have it, she wouldn’t be hitting a streak today as the blonde male kept his attentions on her instead. Slowly, her metallic pools looked to the other and raised her brow a second time. Where was she from? Was he serious? Sighing internally, “I thought my accent made it fairly clear. After all I can tell just from hearing you that you must be from Australia.” Ebony gave a shrug. “But I suppose you are wanting specifics, yes? In that case, I’m from London.” There was a moment were the woman debated asking the question seeing as this could be a chance for escape, yet…Ebony wasn’t one to be unnecessarily rude. “And what about yourself? What part of down under do you hail from?”

((Beach – Ty))

Ty raised both of his eyebrows looking miffed. No s**t she had an obvious accent. Of course he wanted specifics. What the ********? ”I lived in South Kensington for primary school,” he said plainly in response. Why were uptight chicks such bitches? He had something in common with her and wanted to know where she was from. And she answers like she’s talking to a moron.

”And I lived in Gold Coast in Oz since I graduated university.” He smiled charmingly, not really wanting to talk to this – he stopped himself from even thinking the curse – woman any more. Digging into Yuurei’s bag, Ty pulled out a drink he had packed, just in case everyone associated with the lab was just like this woman.

The black plastic water bottle obviously had a lot of ice in it, but what was more important were the other ingredients: almost all alcohol. Sipping the Long Island Iced Tea he had made, the blonde reached into his back pocket and pulled out his Zelda wallet, placing it at the bottom of Rei’s bag.

Twisting the top, the plastic rubber straw popped up. He didn’t really have much to say to Ebony. Stereotyping prude. And it wasn't like his shirt read Hollister or Abercrombie. It was effing Voltron. Drawn like the Vetruvian Man. Seriously.

((Popsicle Booth))

Zeke saw his Raevan coming up fast, but wasn't expecting just how close she was to his face when she stopped. For a Frei who took great strides to have her own personal bubble and keep it from popping, the fact she came to a halt with their chests nearly touching made Zeke utter a startled cry. Her face was placid, but her eyes - all six of them - were flashing.

"Anya!" Zeke took two shaky steps back from the virus Raevan and was happy to note she just hung there instead of following after him. Space between him and those easily flippable wings was and could be a good thing.

"What did you do?!"

"What...I...A game!" He struggled to get out from under that gaze, going so far as to shake his head to clear it and gain back some semblance of knowing how to use the English language properly; smile gone. "I signed you up for a game Anastacia! See?" He gestured to the clipboard for the game that was beginning and with only a single flick of her eyes to it, Anastacia snatched it up off the table. She couldn't read much yet, but her own name was familiar enough and sure as sunshine it was sitting on a line near the top and clearly in Zeke's penmanship. "It'll be fun!"

"No." She said flatly and tossed the board down on the table with no care as to if it landed on it or not. Her still-tingling arms folded across her chest and her face and posture set in that defiant 'you can't make me' way. He had easily offended her by forging her signature and in her book she and her guardian had very very different outlooks on just what was 'fun'. A game, surrounded by people, was not her brand of such a thing. This wasn't working out well. Zeke knew Rivener was right there and witnessing this - along with several others - but since he had met the femme, maybe that'd ease some of this down. He gave the Sigel an apologetic look but even as her guardian's head turned, Anastacia's gaze remained trained right on the human.

"Look, Rivener's your partner." He gestured to the male and Anastacia's head stiffly turned. Two of her navy blues were on her guardian but the rest came to rest on the male Raevan, not having seen him since she was two days old, she was quite unsure of who that was for a moment or two until it came back to her.

"Oh. You." The one who gave her the flattering appraisal of her looks and speech. She could remember that much about him and that they shared some sort of kinship somehow and not by being Raevans alone. That much she could remember, and though her first impression of him had been good, it didn't deter the fact she was attempting to be made to do something she had no knowledge of or want to do. Zeke had mentioned games in the car ride over but had she given any sign of interest? No!

"You and I are gonna go find seashells. Sounds fun, hm? We might find treeaaasure! You ready?"

"No." No it did not sound fun and she did not know what this 'treasure' was but in her ire even her curiosity was being held at bay. Her wings and crown flaired out their sharp bits but her arms remained over her bosom, gripping the still numbing parts of her partial body. It was getting to be way too hot for this, and that heat factor only built up her agitation and dislike.

"C'mon Anya, please?" He was talking as though he could reason with her, looking between her and the Sigel near their sides. Her head didn't shake like a tantrum-throwing child would but it was set in such a way that it was clear she was not going to go along with this plan easily. Zeke struggled to come up with something. Like his mother said he shouldn't - and wouldn't - use bribery to get her to go along, but maybe some sort of compromise and apology would work instead. He sighed, casting his gaze down, but when he looked back up his face was full of sincerity. "All right, I'm sorry I didn't ask you before I signed you up. I should know better and should've asked you first and I will next time. I just wanted you to have some fun Anya."

Again, different strokes for different folks, why didn't he get this?

"But since the game is started, you have to play. Rivener will be partner-less and that's not fair to him, you see?" He once more gestured to the Sigel and Anastacia saw he already had the pail and teams were already taking to the wet-dry line. An apology was decent and he did sound real in it, but she wasn't going to bend so easily. Oh no. She'd keep her ground, 'having to play' now or not. "C'mon Anya. It'll be a quick game and you know Rivener." Another sigh. He didn't expect parenthood to be easy, but some connection or similar like between them would've been nice. Where he was easy going and always ready to interact with others, Anastacia was most definitely uptight and preferred her solitude. Night and day.

"No."