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Early in the morning the Diamondia landed on the shores of Holiday Island, the gigantic umbrella on the central third of the island casting it's long shadow over the galleon. Matsu walked out of his room, accompanied by the fain smell of smoke, and knocked quietly on Lamia's door. "Rise and shine, miss. We're here." He heard a rustling inside, then realized he was still in his boxers. Oh, damn.

Matsu waited for Lamia to come out, quietly tryng to find something to cover himself while he waited. Then he heard the doorknob start to turn. ohshitohshitohshitohshitohshit He slowly turned around. Lamia was standing in the doorway.

Matsu turned beet red and covered himself up, then noticed what Lamia was wearing. Oh, s**t. Why does she have to be wearing so little? Out loud, he said, "Yeah. why pink for you?"

Matsu shook his head. "Reservations, no. However, that won't be much of an issue. I own the northern third of the island." This was completely true, and for once also completely legal. Several years back he'd invested a considerable sum in purchasing the title deeds for every property on the northern third of Holiday Island and having them legally changed so they were in his name. It had cost a mint, but it was worth it.

Matsu rarely came to the island, but it was the only Eternal Pose that Broggy had possessed, so he'd come here for the sheer unadulterated Hell of it. The fact that the Log Pose took two months to reset from this island was annoying, but at least the crew were having a good time, and Lamia seemed to be enjoying herself as well. He was meditating right now, his flames forming a supporting cloud that he sat on, about six feet away from the pool, right next to Lamia. He'd started a few hundred yards away on top of the giant umbrella, but the wind had carried his near-weightless form over here, and then just stopped. Matsu struggled to not let his eyes stray towards Lamia's body.

Damned bikini.

Matsu got tired of meditating and couldn't jump in the pool for obvious reasons, so he contented himself with walking down the main street of the island, looking in various shops, and scaring the Hell out of the owners when he popped in and jokingly asked if they'd kept up with their taxes. After about thirty minutes he got hungry, so he decided to walk into the nearest restaurant. Damn, the place was freaking packed! He had to call for the manager before he found out that there was one relatively free table that had only one customer sitting at it, and he'd have to settle for that, no matter how much of the island he owned. Fuming, Matsu walked down and sat at the table indicated, placing a menu in front of his face. An egg rolled across the table and fell in his lap. "Watch where you're putting those things." He passed it back across the table and proceeded to jump three feet straight up in the air when he felt something long, thin, and very silky curl around his ankle. After he floated back down from the ceiling and wiped off the scorch marks from his pants, he folded the menu up very carefully. "Hi, Lamia."

After recovering from his shock at seeing her acros from him, Matsu shook his head no. "This is a pretty popular place. I couldn't get a seat anywhere." He passed his menu to a waiter.

((Last post for a while. Got to wax the truck.))