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Who: Anyone and everyone!
Where: The beach
When: 12pm, April 27th
Rating: PG for now, just in case. I don't see it getting higher, but who knows.
Summary: Beach day for the residents!
The Story: Yesterday, you would have found the below posted in at least three places per floor. All the important places, plus a few shoved under doors where Feferi had spare or knew who was in said room:

For those who dislike images and/or trollspeak, it's an invitation to a beach gathering this afternoon. Which is where Feferi is right now. Not knowing much about human beach gatherings, she hasn't brought much with her other than herself, but who needs stuff when you have an overenthusiastic Sea Dweller, right?

So, bring forth anyone who would come along! Anything goes, let's just give our characters the chance to escape the mansion walls for a while and enjoy the beautiful outdoors!

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Brennan was on her way back to her room from the library when she noticed the first flier. After staring at it for... longer than she'd like to admit... she finally deciphered the curious troll pidgin being used and realized that it was an invitation to a party at the beach.

She pondered the invitation on her way up the stairs. At home, she would avoid a social situation such as this unless someone (Angela) would drag her. She was also not entirely fond of being out in the sun like that, being a very fair skinned human.

But here, things were different. To start, if you can die here but reappear unscathed a day or so later, why should melanoma be a concern? Then there was the fact that, without her extremely crucial job to do, she was figuratively bored to death. The opportunity absorb some vitamin D and observe the social interactions of the others in Wonderland sounded pretty good.

The following morning, she found she was genuinely excited. She spent the better part of an hour pulling bikinis of various styles and colors from her closet, finally settling on a navy blue halter bikini and a gold sarong. Next, she retrieved a red beach towel, red and white beach umbrella, flip-flops, a beach ball, and much to her amusement, a bottle of "SPF 1,000" sun screen.

On her way out of her room, she decided to dash down the hall and ask Dr. Wesker if he wanted to join her. She all but skipped to door 49, knocked twice, and was already gushing her invitation before the door was open enough for her to see his face.

"They're having a party at the beach. Will you come with me?"

His thoughts and typing were interrupted as he heard a knock at his door. Wesker saved the data he had just entered into the computer and minimized the window.

Walking over to the other side of the room, he opened the door and was surprised to see Doctor Brennan standing before him in a swimsuit of some sort. His face remained without expression as she asked him about attending a party with her at the beach.

"I do not usually attend such social gatherings, Doctor Brennan. And I have a lot of work to do."

He was somewhat surprised when her smile disappeared and was replaced with a somber look. Wesker looked back at the computer, thinking that this 'party' may not be such a bad idea. He would be allowed to converse with other residents, putting their current suspicions to rest about his research. The sooner he could alleviate the suspicion, the sooner he could continue his work on the virus.

He looked back to her and sighed, "I could use a break from my research." Walking over to his closet, he grabbed and changed into a cooler, albeit black, shirt.

Wesker made his way back over to the door and closed it behind him, he and Doctor Brennan making their way to the party.

Doctors Brennan and Wesker arrived at the beach promptly at noon, ready to socialize.

Brennan considered for a moment, hands on hips, then selected an appropriate spot for her umbrella. After erecting her umbrella and spreading out her towel, she pulled out her beach ball and began to blow it up. Hopefully this is something that would meet the definition of 'fun'...

Feferi was on high alert for anyone who might show up. While she was not exactly used to playing hostess to social gatherings, she had been reading up on the appropriate behaviour of a hostess, particularly one of her stature. After all, Gl'bgolyb might no longer be around but Feferi still wanted to make her lusus proud.

And so as the two doctors arrived, Feferi waited for them to settle before making her way over.

"Hi! I'm glad you came. I'm Feferi."

Wesker looked around, none too thrilled that the sun was shining with not a single cloud in the sky. He shielded his eyes with a hand as someone came bounding up to he and Doctor Brennan. As she approached, he realized she must be another troll. And by the sound of it, a pleasant one.

"A pleasure, Feferi. My name is Albert Wesker." He held out his hand (no gloves for a change!) and smiled. "Are you the one who organized this gathering?"

Brennan noticed Wesker's attention shift to somewhere in front of them, and she looked up to see a curious girl with gray skin and horns. Her stomach did a flip as she realized that this was another troll, like the one she'd had a video chat with her first day in Wonderland. This was the first troll she'd seen in person. How exciting!

"Hi Feferi. I'm Temperance Brennan." She smiled and also extended her hand, balancing her now inflated beach ball on her other hand.

Feferi's grin showed no sign of waivering even as she gave a slight look of confusion at the outstretched hands. Human culture was, after all, still very new to her.

"Yes, it was me who organised it. Not that there was much to organise. It's nice to meet you both."

Her gaze flicked from their hands to the ball Dr Brennan was holding, immediately intrigued by the bright colours.

Awww left them hangin! XD

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cue the hand drop xD

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Fef still has a lot to learn xD

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After deciphering the unusual sign, Akihiko realized this had to have been posted by the enthusiastic troll girl he spoke to days ago, and his mood brightened considerable.

Today, he was glad to be out of the mansion, making his way to the beach wearing a red t-shirt, loose-fitting khaki shorts, and red flip flops, with his swimsuit underneath. He'd had a stressful time ever since his arrival, dealing with vampires and then hearing what lied in store for him in the future. A day at the beach seemed like a good way to clear his head...and get a little training in at some point.

He had a rather full backpack slung over his shoulder, and two towels under his arm. If he ran into Feferi, he'd be able to show her how they make 'sand hives'.

Feferi immediately recognised Akihiko as he approached, thanks to their previous video conversation. As soon as she spotted him she rushed over, unable or unwilling to control the glubs of excitement she emitted as she did so.

"You came! I'm so glad. I remembered my sunscreen!"

She brandished the bottle of lotion she'd managed to get from the closet. Of course, whether she'd applied it correctly was another matter; there were currently smears where it was yet to absorb properly and some patches of skin looked decidedly drier than others. But it was a start, right?

Akihiko offered a bow to Feferi, losing the balance of the weight in his backpack and taking a step to the side to regain control of it before standing back up. "Hey! You did." He smiled, noticing the few patches of unabsorbed lotion. "I guess I should put some on now before I forget. This looks as good a place as any to set up."

He set his backpack down in the sand and unrolled the long towel, appropriately covered in aquatic wildlife designs, on the ground, then began to dig in the bag for his sunscreen. Maybe she'd get the idea of how to apply it by watching him. It was full of all sorts of things: some bottled water, sunglasses, a frisbee, shovel and pail, and a bunched up piece of colorful plastic meant to be blown up into a beach ball, just to name a few.

Feferi grinned, clearly pleased with herself for remembering. She backed up a little to give Akihiko space to set up, peering curiously into the mouth of his bag to see if she could see anything in particular.

"So is it a common human tradition to claim spaces for themselves when on a beach?" At least she assumed that was what was happening - between Akihiko's setting up and her previous time watching the two doctors, she was intrigued to see if this truly was custom or mere coincidence.

Something about Feferi reminded him of his little sister, just grown up a little and...well, not human. Miki would probably be about the same age if she were still around.

"Well, usually there's plenty of space for everyone, but yeah, you pick where you'd like to be for the day. Some people like to set up under trees for the shade. Me, I like to be close to the water."

First things first. He anchored the towel at the corner with his bag, and began to apply the sunscreen.

Feferi nodded as Akihiko's explanation of how humans tended to approach their beach trips. While she was technically, by human equivalent, a teenager there was still a very child-like fascination when it came to learning more about the humans.

"That makes a lot of sense. Though I think your choice of location makes the most."

There was a playful hint to her tone, despite the fact that she truly meant what she'd said - it wasn't, after all, as though she would be likely to disagree with someone's love of the water.

She continued to watch as Akihiko started to apply sunscreen, intrigued to learn the "proper" way even as she was quite proud of her own attempts.

When Feferi isn't rushing off to greet people, she can mostly be found in the sea. Feel free to come and join her/harass her as you see fit.

Terezi will follow her nose to the fun. The sun here wasn't too bad-- nothing like the harsh rays they had to put up with on Alternia. The smells are different out here-- golden brown sugar coating the ground (her cane saves her from tripping more than once), cotton candy skies. Salt-water taffy, as far as the nose can smell. And in all that taffy, there's the slightest hint of coral.

"Hey, Feferi!"

Terezi's waving from the shore.

As much as Feferi had been enjoying the humans' company, the familiar voice of one of her fellow trolls was definitely a most welcome sound.

Looking up and spotting Terezi waving to her, Feferi made her way to shore. "Terezi! You made it!"

"Got your message!" She holds up a soggy, half chewed on invitation. Her feet are in the water now, wetting the cuffs of her pants and seeping water through the holes of her shoes (because what the heck is clothing she will forever wear the same outfit, regardless of situation).

"Having fun?"

"I'm glad!" Honestly, she had half-expected her fellow trolls to stage some sort of boycott, especially given Karkat's tendency to dismiss anything human. So seeing Terezi was a definite plus to an already pretty fun day.

She nodded at Terezi's question. "Absolutely. I'm learning so much about human beach days!" She neglected to elaborate on the part where pails were involved - no need to cause unnecessary concern.

"Oh, man. Am I no longer the main star in the Human-Troll Cultural Exchange? Pffffffahahaha, at least this doesn't involve shitty artwork!" Pails not being mentioned is probably a good thing right now, especially considering the fact that Terezi's enjoying the party.

She'll wade in a little bit, up to her calves, and then sit.

"I like this smell."

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Generally keeping to himself, Wesker is never one to 'socialize' all that much. However, he did attend the gathering to get to ~~manipulate~~ 'know' the other residents.

More than likely he'll have a drink in hand and remain on the beach, open to conversation.

The fragrance of dark coffee. It's an odd mix with the salty air and cotton candy skies. But it's a familiar one. Karkat's suspicious little friend.

She shoosh, shoosh, shooshes (that's the sound of a cane hitting sand, by the way) her way over.

"Hey."

Wesker turns to see another resident he has yet to meet in person before him.

"Good afternoon." Aaaand it hits him that she is another troll. Thinking back, he remembers seeing her over the network the day he arrived. "I would introduce myself, but I believe we have already met, yes?"

Terezi's typical shark-tooth'd grin spreads across her face.

"You've got a sharp memory, haven't you?" Insert cackle. Because that's just what she does.

"So, what's lured you out to this merriful gathering of rainbow rumpus assholes?"

"Yes, I guess you could say that." He raises an eyebrow before drinking from his cup.

He sighs. "Doctor Brennan asked me if I would accompany her to the party. I agreed, hoping I would become acquainted with more of the residents."

Aaaand he can't help but chuckle and ask, "And yourself?"

"Smelled something interesting." For emphasis, she sniffs at the cup in his hand.

"How's your acquainting going?"

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We're at the beach, ready to party! 8D

Re: We're at the beach, ready to party! 8D

Another troll? 8D

A troll!! 8D

A troll!! 8D

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