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Caelius' explosion surprised Candace..sort of. Only kind of. Nevertheless she shut up the moment she heard him yell and watched the table get destroyed. Well then. At Deryk's meltdown over the table she just stared.

Damn, son.

The followed everyone out, eyes still on H. Where were they going that they'd..need...

...Were they going to the beach?

Oh my god they were going to the beach. Candace actually gave out the happiest of cries the moment she felt the warm air, smelled the salt water and saw the gorgeous beach they were at. So beautiful! It had been too long since she could just lay around and sunbathe! She just wish she wasn't carting around breasts so uncomfortably large. ********! She didn't have...her own swimsuits.

...One of the borrowed ones would have to do. She'd hoped for a purple one, but an orange and gold bikini would have to do. She'd lost sight of H and her goddamn shoes when she had gone to change. Her eyes narrowed. He better not ruin those shoes in this sand. She'd kill him.

Yes, Candace would attempt--and undoubtedly fail--to kill the doctor over shoes.

Hey, maybe an assassination attempt would be bad enough for him.

She stretched her arms up over her head with a happy noise, eyes closed as she grinned from ear to ear. "Okay so maybe this mission won't be so bad~." Oooh! Maybe she could find a cute local boy to flirt with. Someone she would never see again.

Sasha broke free from Allan long enough to grimly choose a bikini. It was purple.

She would slap the s**t out of anyone she caught looking at her sideways.

Jerry included.

Al actually took her cue's from Cass, taking a moment to put the bottoms on first after having removed pants and boxers, since the shirt was long enough. They were easy like Cass said.

There was a moment of pausing before just ripping off any shirts to check to see how the swimsuit top went on. The shirt he was okay with removing without question, she'd done it in Syd's room because his had suddenly been too tight. Though there was a moment where she couldn't quite get the bathing suit to tie in the back. "Ugh...." she could get the one around his neck no problem, it was the one directly behind her back.

Ali frowned... "Cass.... I... can't get it...." This was a problem. The death hunter couldn't tie anything without being able to see it proper like. There was a small whimper of frustration. Cass was right it was magic how she did it. At least the bikini was a nice orange floral print.

Candace stared at Rep. She slowly took a step closer. "..Where the hell did you find that?"

Jerry groaned as well, the world coming into focus as lady-H sauntered by, sipping at a drink with an umbrella in it.

The sky was clear and blue with barely a cloud in the sky, only dotted by the occasional blur of a seagull.

H lifted the drink to her lips, cool condensation dribbling off of the edge of the glass, the umbrella shifting coyly amongst the ice.

It had a little umbrella in it.

Jeri's chest ached.

How... did they get to the beach? When did that happen?

He wanted a drink with a little umbrella in it. Wobbling on the sand, she found where someone had tossed his cane, using it to try to push himself up, although it was difficult with the end sinking into the sand. Her attempts to hurry her way towards the bar H had slunk from were quickly thwarted, though, by a rampage of female bodies all lunging for the bin of bathing suits.

By the time she had regained her senses, she was pulling herself up once again, this time to peer into a much-emptier bin.

Maybe... maybe they'd give free drinks to a hot babe in a cute suit?

He quickly grabbed the cutest he could find in white and orange, complete with a cute swim-cap. Yes, decidedly girly. He remembered his Gran had photos of wearing suits like this one! Yes, she'd be proud.

"I'm just... just going to go er... ch-change over at the Bar... I'm sure they have a bathroom?" He babbled to anyone who might have been watching him.

s**t. Sasha.

He groaned. Right. Right, no drinking no drinking no drinking, he could... just... face being on the beach as a girl with enormous knockers completely sober.

Yeah.

Okay, yeah, if you start crying again, I'm disowning you. Roar had finally stopped laughing.

Maybe... they were in the tropics, maybe he could find... a ukulele or something? Yeah, that'd be good at least... he hadn't played a uke in so long...

"Turn around." Cass advised as she moved to tie the back of the suit into a pleasant (but sturdy) bow for Al. She didn't want any fly-away suits, after all.

"There you go, hun. Just make sure you get lots of sunscreen on now and you'll be good to go." she advised, lightly patting Al on the back before she passed a look towards Petra, grinning. "Hey, Mrs. Texas Ranger! Looks like we kinda match!" she put her hands on her hips and did an attemptive-saucy hip wiggle at the other girl.

However, now she had to figure out what to do with her ring.... she found herself fidgetting with said engagement ring anxiously as she pondered if she should have just..left it back at the base or something. Oh ********, she didn't want to end up losing it because of whatever shenanigans on the beach and something was going to end up exploding, but then there was- and then... but also... fffffffFFFffffffffFdjfslka.

Keep it on. I'll...try to keep the water and sand off of it for you to keep it safe... Nicodemus suggested awkwardly. As it stood, that was probably her best option at that point in time.

Still, now there was like beach - of course, that would happen after Cass made sure to start smothering Al's back in sunscreen to keep her newbie well covered.

H went to go sip her drink on the beach. Candace would be glad to see that the shoes were safe from the sand due to the doctor's use of several beefy young men as stepping stones as she made her way to a lounge.

Meanwhile, not far from the changing area, Simon was busy with a clipboard, trying her best not to yell or cry. Everyone was off having fun, leaving her to do the work. As usual. And not even one word of gratitude. It would be one thing if they were busy doing their work as quickly and efficiently as possible, but no. Just look at how much time they were wasting over swimsuits! And just who would be the one washing all those suits later?!

Yeah, that's right.

The assistant's chest bobbed up and down as she huffed, trying to hold in all these poor, abused feelings.