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Josh spared the dog a few belly ribs and tittered at its numerous expressions. The canine seemed to change face in the blink of an eye. If he hadn’t of know better the boy would assume that Tango would start talking and roaming around like the colorful animals in those bizarre children’s movies. He was very animated to say the least. Josh stood up from the ground and peered at the counter. It was easy enough to spot the sign up seats. True to the Lab’s nature, the important documents were a blinding shade of highlighter green. He picked up one of the paper pack clipboard and inspected it hastily. “Well, there are a few events that don’t require few movements. A pie eating contest? Or story telling?” He smiled weakly at Ani hoping that she would have something to do at the event now, giving her sudden immobility. He handed her a clipboard of her own so she could examine the selection.

Josh already had his own plans in mind. They involved getting down, dirty, mucky, and any other expressions that equaled him running around like a spastic kindergartener on a never ending sugar high. Josh picked up a pen clicking at and scribbling down his name on two of the forms, “I’m signing up for the paintball contest and limbo myself.” Josh set down the clipboard and waited for Ani’s decision.

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Tari made a hurrrrrring sound as she weaved back and forth in the air. Green eyes travelled from Meli to Zave to Laz and back. This was a strange idea. "Boobs make girl? No boobs is not-girl?" she considered, looking dubious. This was very different to what she had imagined.

"This mean... if Tari grow," she said slowly, staring at the Sigels now, "... Ah! Tari keep boobs!" Her hands flew to her treasured chest. This was good news. "You hear, Laz? Tari keep boobs!"


In the background, Kali covered her face with one hand. Suspicions about Laz and his help with "first times" were gone like sandcastles at high tide. If Tari hadn't even worked out there were separate genders yet, she was pretty safe. Well, possibly in trouble for other reasons (like her cluelessness and naivety), but about to rush off and get molested.

... Besides, Tari did well enough molesting her own boobs. Maybe it was time to get a drink - or several.


Tari perked up at the mention of fun games, eventually letting her hands drop back to her sides. "Paint game?" she repeated. "Painting is fun!"

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"Well," Kyou started as he begin to mix Jupiter's fruit salad daiquiri. "To reassure you, the Raevans are completely living beings. Not ghosts or anything spooky like that. They are..." he paused for a moment, thinking of a best way to describe them. "They are reincarnations, experimental, you see. Some of them do have special abilities though, like the minty green one over there..." motioning towards Eiry on the beach. "He has ghost abilities, but I assure you that he is a living being. He won't haunt your sister or do anything like that." He smiled reassuringly as he finished. "Aaaand here is your fruit salad daiquiri! Enjoy!!" he plopped an umbrella onto a side of the cup and served it to the young man. He just made this drink, so it was easy enough to remember how to make it.

Lazarus was momentarily distracted from Meli as Tariel chirped up again. His eyes grew bigger and a blush flushed across his golden tanned skin as Tari cupped her boobs gleefully. "Y-yes, that is good news indeed." he said, a little weakly because he felt oddly embarrassed. Hastily, he took a few more sips of the virgin colada, as if the drink will wash his blush away.

"Mmm, paintball isn't a paint game though." approaching a little closer to Tariel, he explained. "Well, you don't paint, but you shoot these guns with paint bullets in them." Laz had never tried it before, but he had seen a lot of teenagers play paintball wars on the television. So that much he knew. He always wanted to try it out though, but was hesitant due to his lack of body parts. This event will be the best opportunity to have a go at it. Lazarus is quite excitedly about it actually!

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Damien let his eyes wander across the scenery of tens of people having fun by kite flying, conversing, drinking, and whatever one of the raevans was doing by grabbing her own chest, before doing a double-take to his own "scene". A stranger had come up and started what looked like flirting with chloe, then introduced himself. "Hm? Oh, hi! Nice to meet you... I'm Damien." Damien replied, albeit a little late, and shook Aphismet's hand.

He glanced at Chloe, who had decided to lay down, and watched as she seemed to be spacing out. "Er, should we leave Miss Chloe alone? She seems like she want to take a nap..." He commented, pointing out the obvious.

Location: Beach Bar

Ah, lovely. Contact. As nice as the gesture was, she was glad Josh didn't keep it up for long. It was much too hot for such a thing, her usual feelings of physical contact aside, and skin to skin in such heat was almost unbearable. She did, however, smile and let out a small laugh at his offer. Watching the paintball game would be a definite must if she wasn't able to participate.

Still, she looked along the sheet a bit, curious if there were any staff names or something that would give her a bit of info. Her distraction nearly cost her any chance to ask Josh if he knew, as his statement registered very late in her mind. "Oh! Wait--" she took a few quick steps to catch up with him, Tango grumbling as he was quickly pulled off of the sand, "Do you know if the person running this is around? I kind of want to talk to them, but I'll catch you after that?" After seeing the Raevans, that was her entire drive for being here, now. Help to make a bit of money for the Lab was in the back of her mind, and it would stay there until she learned more, oh yes.

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A well tanned young woman tried her best to lengthen her stride in the sand as she got closer to the bar. Ah! Sweet void, shade. She thought happily. Bridget shook her hair a bit, but even in this heat her spray held up her scene hair well and off her neck. Pity it needed a redo for the dye. Now where was Rhiannon? Where was Eric? Oh bother and drats!

Though, that was a good thing that she lost them. No, Bee herself promised her pa. She skittered over to the counter and slapped her hands down forcefully enough on them, hoping to get someone's attention for a moment.

"Has anyone seen a pair of little carrot-tops running around 'ere? Kids - 'bout eight." She kind of grinned sheepishly, which happened frequently when she was nervous. She shot a blown kiss to a male patron, before looking around to find somone who would know, the same fixed smile splayed again cheekily across Bridget's face.

Sand n' Stuff

The cupping was worse than the word itself. Pasha politely averted her eyes, giving Tari and Laz some space. She wasn't sure what Laz was apologizing for, so Melisande simply curtsied, eyes still downcast. How entirely unexpected!!

Tari's actions weren't enough to kill her smile, though. "I don't know about any of the games, really. I'd like to go look!" She raised one hand briefly to Laz and Tari before turning, hoping the pink in her cheeks faded before they reached the sign up. "We'll make sure there's room for all of us!"

Paint ball didn't sound like much fun, but Melisande was eager to learn about the other games...limbo especially! Letting her hand slip from Zave's, Pasha leaned closer to him as they floated towards the bar area. "Whatever we play, I hope I get to play with you." It was a quiet admission, but she truly seemed to mean it. Sure enough, the pink did fade, and by the time they reached the shade Pasha was smiling wholeheartedly again.

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Beach Bar

It looked like people had come and gone while she was out on the sand! Melisande waved to everyone remaining, and to the new arrivals, as she made her way down to the end of the bar. She floated a bit higher as she waited for others to finish signing, her ribbon fluttering with the effort.

"Paint ball? Hmm." She called the choices to Zavier as she read them over. Even though they were mundane words, Meilsande's voice rang sweetly over the general buzz of conversation. "Limbo...and pies! Oh, and stories! Let's do them all!"

Excited, Melisande clasped her hands against her chest as she waited for Zavier's reply. It was only then that she realized how clearly her voice was echoing, and how much higher she was than the rest of the crowd. Pasha let her hands drop slowly, and sank a few inches closer to the ground. Oops!