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(( Petting Booth // Popsicle Stand ))




Light laughter formed at her boyfriend's appearance, taking his arm and hugging it to her wet body. "I'm fine," she assured the chef, beaming him a megawatt smile. "What about you? Having fun yet?" Though there may have been a threat of playful ire, it bled out of her quickly and Alex was ready to simply play. Swinging her hips side to side in an almost bouncing motion, she held out one of her hands towards Ty. "I will get you when I'm not on the job," she said simply to the blonde, devilish grin full of promise. "But for now, introductions will have to do!

Ty, this is Aphismet, my better half." The chef's arm earned another squeeze. "Aphi, this is Ty, Yuurei's brother!" But the Aussie was now playing with one of the Chimera, causing the dark-haired woman's eyebrow to lift in bafflement. It didn't occur to her at all that something may have passed between the two men, and with a small bit of a pout, she tilted her head to look at the white-haired man she was holding onto. "Too many things going on, I'm not quick enough to keep up." The pursed-lip look melted into a warm smile, releasing her boyfriend's arm so he might enjoy himself a bit more.

"I'll have to find Isi and give him a swift snuggling, really ruin his day." A playful smirk lit her features, apparently not about to be daunted by a lack of understanding. Her green eyes caught sight of a stranger peering towards the booth, prompting her to straighten and roll on her heels, enjoying the warmth of the stand. Alex wouldn't call out - she was no hawker - but she would remain at ease and easy to approach - or so she hoped.


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Her confusion was charming. Zul would have been happy to demonstrate why it was ice cubes for him, but she seemed anxious to move on to things she could better understand, like sign-ups. With an amused lift of his dark brows, he inclined his head, carefully maneuvering around to Lette's opposite side and leading her more into the thick of things, namely towards the sign-up's. Blue eyes took a quick gander at who had jotted their names down thus far as people continued to add theirs to the list, pleased at the turn out thus far. The demon looked towards the line - noting a Frei he'd seen at the pool party in passing - and indicated it was his turn to sign up. "After you," he told the Gargoyle, quelling his intrigue for the time being. He'd have plenty of time to meet and greet.

For the time being, he turned his attention to the man behind the booth, the smile forming in earnest and familiarity. "Zeke, what would you recommend for the popsicles?" Zul indicated the woman he was escorting, allowing Lette her turn to introduce herself. He could easily introduce her to those of his kind; humans had different rules when it came to that and he did not wholly understand them to this day. Best to stay out of that one. The Frei quickly glanced around to take in stock of who was present and who was not, noticing quickly the lack of two of his oldest friends - Sevilin and LuLu. He wondered if they were okay...

Brushing his concern aside as unfounded, he took the pen on the table and, since he was already signed up for Paintball, he jotted his woman's name down under the sand castle building. She'd thank him later. Maybe. Satisfied, Zul leaned against the counter away from the general cluster of people by the lists, content to wait to talk to Zeke until the man was free to talk some.

((Drinks Booth-> Popsicle Stand))

Melisande listened to Lucia's words, but seemed to be trying to hear what was behind them. Her lips parted, but she couldn't bring herself to ask, not here, not when she knew the girl truly didn't wish to talk about it. Instead, she closed her mouth and touched the Frei's face gently...brushing the backs of her fingers against Lucia's cheek for the briefest moment. She would be there, whenever the kitten wished to speak.

"Oh, I'd love to have you come! Just tell me what night, and I'll make a reservation for you. You have my number!" She tilted her head a bit the seashell hunt, one flower unfurling in curiosity, and followed Lucia's gaze to the popsicle booth...and froze. Swallowing, Melisande suddenly felt the need to take a large sip of her drink. Being paired up with Lucia sounded wonderful, but...

Taking a deep breath, Pasha made up her mind. She could hear Aki's voice in her memory; like taking off a bandage! Better to get it all over at once! Nodding once at Lucia, Melisande gathered her courage and closed her wings...pushing herself away from the Drinks Booth with a single graceful motion. She was silent as she drifted, keeping her eyes focused on the sign up sheets, and nothing else. The little coconut barely shook in her hands.

((Popsicle Booth))

Melisande wasn't trying to be impolite, but there were an awfully lot of people around the popsicle booth. The popsicles looked delicious, but the drink Kyou had made for her was cold and sweet enough...she held it in one hand as she lightly made her way through the crowd to the sign-ups.

Keeping her head down, face obscured by her long blonde curls, Melisande swiftly penned her name under two events. Seashell Hunt and Sandcastles. Her script was elegant, even when writing so fast, and she added the accent over the e with a flourish even as she turned.

Another little thrill shot through her. She'd been worried for nothing! Holding the coconut again in both little hands, the muse held her wings in tight...picking her way back out through the crowd. She'd done it!

((Delia=Drink Booth -> Popsicle Booth (Tags to umm…everyone? XD) // Ebs=Beach (Tags to Yuu and Hazeline))

Her silver orbs looked widely confused towards the angelic Sigel. It tasted like Lucia? What did that mean? How could something taste like a Raevan and how would one know? Baffled, the snake simply tilted her head and watched Pasha as she quickly, yet gracefully made her way across the bar and into the arms of said Lucia. Eyes widening more, Cordelia realized she’d misunderstood the comment before her hand rose up to open and close in a small wave towards the feline Frei. That’s when her hand froze in mid-air and she looked to it with an even more confused expression on her scaly face than was there prior. Why was she waving to Lucia? Wasn’t she still upset with the girl for trying to burn her? Quickly the basilisk sifted through herself and yet couldn’t conjure that familiar feeling of betrayal and anger. Even stranger, she could not recall exactly how or when she’d decided to forgive Lucia.

"A coconut for Delia then."

The girl’s ears perked at the sound of her name as she turned to view the demonic doctor once more. Thank Kyou for small distractions as he swiftly set to work on crafting her drink. Soon enough she was totally engrossed in watching him try to unsuccessfully bang the large brown seed. Just when she thought he wouldn’t be able to open the thing suddenly it split open with a loud crack, some of the milk escaping as it dribbled onto the counter. After such a display, Delia was already fidgeting with anticipation and held out her hands for the decorative cup.

“Thank you Doctor!” she happily cooed, accepting the coconut with childish delight. Amused, Cordelia gently poked at the green umbrella and giggled. How’d he know? Taking the straw between her dark lips, the snake gave an experimental sip. Odd as it was, the liquid lightly cool and heavy in her mouth, she found it wasn’t so bad. Sweet, but neither extremely so nor gritty like the chocolate she’d had back in February. Musing to herself as she merrily sucked down the drink, Cordelia swayed gently in place thinking of what to do next. Drinking was all well and good, but the girl wasn’t content to stay in one place for long when she was still brimming with energy.

Thus with a parting pat to Rivener’s cheek (he seemed to be okay now, at least she hoped), Cordelia hastily floated away from the bar and towards the booth she’d been told held the games sign up. Busy was the understatement of the year on approaching the place. All manner of bipeds and Raevans were packed around the small area and poor Zeke looked so overwhelmed on his own behind the counter. Tucking her sharp wings in and holding most carefully onto her beloved new cup, Delia tried to bypass the mass, yet managed to get caught between two unknowns and gave a light squeak of displeasure. Not wanting to cause panic or hurt anyone, the serpent’s wings remained close to her back, but quivered with her sheer uncomfortable-ness as the two people only succeeded in grinding her tighter between them and someone else as well. Not able to take being confined and squished, Cordelia gave a loud audible groan before she suddenly poofed out of existence, leaving only a puff of smoke and her dropped drink in her place.

It wasn’t long before she slowly reformed next to Zeke on the other side of the booth with both a look of confusion and slight disappointment as she peered over at her ruined coconut on the sandy ground. Well…at least she’d escaped the squishing…somehow. Maybe Kyou would let her have another one if she explained what happened and how it wasn’t her fault. With a slight, pouty glare at the others on the opposite side of the stand, Cordelia slowly wrote her name out in a childish scrawl on the closest list, something about seashells or something, whatever that was. Then grabbing the one next to it, she gleefully signed Ebby up too. She had no idea what paintball was, but her woman needed to have some fun too damnit!

Things seemed to speed up exceptionally as the other two joined them and sooner than was anticipated, Fathle was leaving them. The Brit blushed again when he lightly kissed her hand. Heart thumping she idly looked between the other two women in hopes they’d not ask what that was all about since she had no real explanation either than that the red head was rather old fashioned in his ways. “Oh…okay, see you later then…Mister Lekabel…” As uncomfortable as she was to being left alone with the man, Ebony was sad to see him go. She did hope everything was well and that he and Ekundayo would return soon. After all, Cordelia would be quite sad to hear she’d missed the eagle girl.

Luck was a fickle thing it seemed as not as soon as Fathle had collected Dayo and left than did another male take his place. This time it was a bright blonde with an air to him that reminded the Brit much of David. Something she was right to think on account of what Yuurei just whispered to her before waving her brother over. With an internal sigh, Ebony held out her slender hand in greeting to the man. “Ello Ty.” The purple haired woman replied her own accent rolling off her tongue with ease and grace. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

((Popsicle Booth- Iorek Only ))

Iorek looked to the other raevan who moved to the side to let him by. He had no idea who he was but by this polite gesture there was no reason to feel uneasy. Reks turned to look at the other characters chatting amongst themselves around the fruity booth. Peering at them out of the corner of his eye they all appeared quite at ease, especially the spikey-haired raevan and the duo-colored hair popsicle-tender.

The gargoyle could feel heat rise to his grey cheeks as he realized just how silly he was for fretting about his appearance a little earlier. This group was used to strange oddities for they had some kind of connection to raevans. It was as simple as that so he was thought of as normal here.

He sighed with this relization and jotted down his name for both the seashell contest and the sand castle building contest. The man behind the counter made these games sound so appealing. His ears perked when he heard about the paintball game. If he remebered correctly Tyson took part in that game a year or two ago. Quickly the raevan wrote down Tyson's name for paintball with the assurance that the boy would be happy to take part in it. And that was it, he was done signing up. Iorek floated back to admire his handywork although his writing was still a little slobby. Now he just had to wait and see if he made any new friends today. Let's hope!

((Delia=Popsicle Booth (Tag to Zeke and Reks))

The shout of her name then startled her just as much as she’d scared the veterinarian only moments before. Dropping the pen immediately, the girl looked up at Zeke like she’d been caught with her hands in the cookie jar. Was he mad? Did she do something wrong? Cordelia relaxed though when she saw him breathing deep and calming himself down as if he’d see a ghost. She realized she’d frightened him with her sudden appearance.

“Oh, sorry Zeke.” she replied with quiet remorse before amping it up with her best smile ever. Maybe it was all the distractions abound, but it seemed the basilisk had forgotten her previous urk towards the purple-green haired man for helping bring a Virus Raevan into the world, of which she was not aware had been born just yet and was but several feet away near the surf. Giving the human male a quick hug, “Ello though!”

Before she could inquire more of how and what Zeke was up to, the presence of a most peculiar Raevan caught her eye. He wasn’t like any one she’d see before, all stony grey with the biggest hands she’d ever seen! She’d been about to comment the hands when the snake saw which game he signed up for. Quickly jabbing the sheet, Cordelia beamed. “Hey I signed up for that too! I hope it’ll be fun!”

[[Popsicle Booth --> Petting Zoo]]

There was so many things going on and so many Raevan's present. A mind boggling amount actually. Knocked senseless, Lette made no sounds as she was given a list of popsicle flavors by a man referred to as Zeke by Zul, nodding her greeting at his slight hello. Searching through the flavors she found her favorite residing near the top of the list. Excited, she looked up, catching sight of Zul leaving out of the corner of her eye with a raised finger as he floated away to another area.

Leaving her amidst a crowd of strangers.

Normally Lette wouldn't mind being in a position such as this, spreading good humor and a sweet smile to those around her, happy to make friends. But she was in a group where everyone seemed to know each other with her being the sore thumb out, as well as being surrounded by the floating Raevans.

Torn between getting a popsicle or just deserting to follow after the familiar bronze male, Lette weighed the options in her mind before nodding to Zeke and offering a quick goodbye with a promise to return. Turning away from the stand, she dodged through the crowd making her way after Zul.

((Popcicle booth))

Kenth frowned. This green haired circuit man pretty much ignored him and focused all his attention on Xuelian instead. The doctor had an urge to pull away from the stand, not realizing that he was the one being unfriendly in the first place. He eyed his subject, but of course her attention was focused on Zeke as well, as he somewhat expected it. Kenth sighed and looked at the ice bucket full of popcicles. Taking one that looked like it would taste watermelon, the white haired guardian half-mindedly brought it closer to his mouth and took a small lick.

Urgh..this is not watermelon, this is cherry.

Xuelian listened carefully as Zeke explained what was going on. Only a small portion of the man's explanation was absorbed and understood, however. She knew what seashells looked like from picture books, and she thought they looked pretty, but the two other games were unfamiliar to her even when Zeke had explained it thoroughly. After the man's explanation the dainty Raevan looked back to Kenth in hopes that her guardian would provide further explanation, only to find a red popcicle in her face.

"Have this, it's my treat." The doctor explained, his tone full of contempt.

Xuelian blinked, puzzled by her guardian's bad mood, but followed Kenth's order and took the popcicle in her hands, holding it just like the way Kenth held. Instead of eating, the girl merely stared at the popcicle, such a bright color, and shiny too as the ice reflected sunshine. As she watched in awe a drop of melted cherry juice fell to her finger, and was quickly absorbed into her skin. It felt much different than water, there was...a taste. Xuelian quickly shuffled a list of taste that Kenth had taught to her, what was it, sweet? But there was also a different kind of feeling---

"It's called cherry." Seeing his subject staring at the popsicle in wonder, Kenth added. "Cherry has a special taste in addition to sweetness, but there's no way to define it..." Meanwhile, the doctor held up the sign-up sheets and scanned them over. He had heard the man's explanation and had understood roughly what the games are about. Considering the aftereffects of both sandcastle and paintball, Kenth would not sign up for them. After all, who knows what kind of mess Xuelian could make with her naive ways when playing these games? Seashell picking, on the other hand, sounded like a decent idea. It was clean, casual, and most of all he didn't need to be involved in it.

"Will you be okay playing the game by yourself?" Kenth asked his subject, who was still trying to understand the cherry popsicle, which was now beginning to melt more rapidly and absorbed into Xuelian's skin. The girl looked up and nodded quickly, seemingly confident that she would stay a good girl even in the games. "very well." The guardian nodded. Kenth would trust her once, although he would still have to keep an eye on her during the game in fear that the other Raevan might do something to his subject. Taking the pen attached to the sign-up sheet Kenth wrote down Xuelian's name on the seashells game list. He then turned back to the popsicle bucket, perhaps it was a better idea to choose the lemon flavor instead...

Just then, a faint gasp escaped from Xuelian's mouth. Kenth turned back, only to find his subject with a tearful expression.

"It is gone." Xuelian sniffed a little, hands holding the popsicle, now just a lone wooden stick. Kenth's eyes was wide for a few seconds before realizing what the Raevan was talking about.

"They are made of ice, ice melt in warm weather. I already taught you this, I believe." He sighed, relieved that nothing bad was happening to his subject again. Just as he turned to reach for another popsicle from the bucket, however, the dainty Raevan floated over and pulled his hand back.

"What---"

"I do not want they gone too. They are pretty." Xuelian begged, her sad expression had a hint of hope. Kenth felt his vein popping from his temples. Why can't his subject have more common sense compared to other Raevans? But he could not be angry at Xuelian, there always existed an unknown force that protected the girl from Kenth's anger. The doctor sighed heavily this time, he'd have to find another way to cool himself down.

"I'm going back to the drink's booth in that case. Though I think the seashell game is starting soon, so run along now."