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Event Log: The Beach Episode

Who: Everyone!
What: The event log for the transition to our new planet!
Where: The city, which has now been fragmented onto four separate islands.
When: May 27th-June 10th
Warnings: Surf's up! If by 'surf', you mean separation from your friends, weird sea creatures, and cold rainfall.

The sun and the sand and a drink in your hand- well, it all sounded pretty nice when you voted for the island planet, but ultimately what you're getting is a bit less glamorous.

The transition takes place instantaneously, with very little noteworthy shakeup, though those of you who are particularly in-tune with the supernatural may feel a bit dizzied or nauseated by the sudden movement. And that's exactly what it is: for those of you who are outside, the change is fairly noticeable, as in the span of a single blink, what used to be miles of desert is now rocky ocean. The city is simply in one place one moment, and then somewhere entirely new a second later.

And that somewhere new is exciting! The islands have plenty of landscape to explore and weather conditions to adjust to, fish to catch, and- wait, how do you get to the other islands? What if your friends or your home or the bar is on these other islands? Enjoy having to figure out who is where and how you're going to get by with only a small fraction of the city to work off of- hopefully those boats will come sooner rather than later...

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so when you're caught in a landslide;
( The watchtower on the Eastern Island is still relatively new to Serah, she hasn't been helping out the guard long and most of that was limited to patrols rather than manning the watchtowers themselves. She spends the better part of the first morning after the shift in planets here, watching the ocean and trying to get a view of any of the other islands.

It's been a long time since she's seen the sea, longer even than her stay in Hadriel. Since leaving New Bodhum to travel through time, visiting parts of Pulse and Cocoon that aren't blessed by lapping waves and an endless expanse of blue.

But here, it's more like a churning ocean and a lot of grey. Still the ocean, but rougher, more dangerous. It moves like a warning to anyone who'd dare cross it. And the rain feels near constant, a fine drizzle which soaks through her clothes in an instant.

Serah comes to the watchtower every day despite the downpours, watches the ocean and the island itself. This is the closest thing to a guard base they have now, and if someone needs help, she tries to be here to offer that. )

i'll be there for you, i'll be there for you;
( But even the most attentive guardsman (or woman, as the case may be) needs a break once in a while. When the rain stops long enough that she can only feel the leftover humidity instead, Serah stretches her legs and wanders the city fragment until she comes to the entrance of the hot springs, inhaling the steam that clouds the entire area with a sigh of contentment.

There is, of course, no point in working oneself to complete exhaustion. Breaks and unwinding are very important in letting the body recuperate. Which is why she makes her way in, changes, and dips her toes - and eventually, her entire self - into a spring with the kind of murmur that comes from hot water washing away every bit of tension in her body. )

This is great.

( And you should definitely join her and relax. )

[Caedra, by nature, despises those who have anything to do with the guard. Their whole role in the city, as far as she can determine, is to prevent her and those like her from doing what they do best. It makes it awfully hard to have any fun around here.

But they have their uses. They do seem to generally know what's going on around the place. And this one - this woman, who seems to be about to head up to her post, isn't one she recognizes. Good, that makes it easier. She probably knows something vague about Caedra, they probably have some sort of watchlist, but at least there's no personal history to cloud her judgment when all she wants is to ask a simple question.]

Hey. Do you know if anyone here has a boat?

[It's a long shot but why not.]

( Well, Serah hasn't been in the guard's rotation all that long, really. There's still plenty of things she needs to know about. But, more importantly, part of her duties are to help the people of the city.

And if what the need is information, that's what she'll provide. Even if the answer isn't quite as affirmative as she'd like it to be. )

I'm sorry, I haven't seen one. ( On the seas or on the island. Makes you wonder why the gods didn't prepare for that in advance, doesn't it? ) Are you trying to find someone?

( That seems to be the case so far, people looking for others they've lost on different islands. )

[Right, humans and their kin do that weird thing where they apologize if they don't know something. It's been a while since she ran into that detestable custom.

Is she looking for someone? Maybe. She hadn't intended to, but come to think of it...]

Well, no, but I may as well ask, since you have brought it up. Have you or anyone seen Ivar lately? You know, in that wheeled chair of his.

( It's just polite, isn't it? Serah thinks so, anyway.

But there's someone missing? She doesn't recognise the name or description, but she wants to try and help. )

No. Maybe he's on another island?

( The most hopeful thought first. )

Possibly.

[Although it's been longer than that since she last heard from him - but she hasn't really tried hard to keep up with the boy, either, content as she usually is to let people do their own thing and come to her if they wish to.

Caedra studies the girl a moment longer, though.]

I don't recall seeing you associated with the guard before. Are you new?

[She does try to pay attention.]

( There's other options, but the woman changes the topic before Serah can broach them, and instead she smiles, pushing her ponytail back over her shoulder. )

Yeah. ( Exactly that. ) I don't think we've met. My name's Serah, and you're...?

Caedra.

[The girl might not know her on sight, but she likely has heard the name. If not? Well. The guard is less organized than she had thought. Which can only mean good things for her.]

In any case, it sounds like there isn't much you can do for me.

( Oh, she does. For reasons that don't just relate to the guard, and the flicker of emotion that passes over Serah's face wipes the smile away.

There'd been something familiar about her, but the name slots it all together. Things that Rita had said, about dying here... )

You're the one--

( Her hand curls into a loose fist, as though trying to grasp a weapon she doesn't currently have on hand. )

[Ahh, there we are. That's more like what she had expected. She's proud of the reaction her name brings, of course. Can't help but smile at that. It's not a particularly friendly expression.]

That's right. And you are evidently useless, unless you have anything that can demonstrate otherwise.

[Well, useless in terms of answering her questions, but sometimes challenging someone to produce something anyway can yield amusing results. If not? She has other people she can ask.]

( Well, that's unnerving. And while the words strike Serah like a slap, she doesn't show it, staring at Caedra with an expression caught in her own reeling thoughts. So this is the woman...

And, as much as there is anger in her gut - because Rita's her friend and someone Serah believes in and wants to help - she won't give into it. Lightning was always better at confrontation. Serah? She's better at biding her time. Finding another way. )

Sorry. I can't help you.

( It's said with as much kindness as one can put into speaking to the person who killed your roommate. )

[ It's a shitty turn of events, this whole separation thing -- especially when it comes with no warning, but Noctis makes the best of it because that's the only thing he can do. He's found himself a makeshift place to stay in until it's over, and today's the day he finds himself starting to explore the island.

It's the hot springs that call to him, but it's not until he's found himself just paces away when he realizes he's not alone. ]

Serah?

( At least she's on the island with her home. It may be strange - the very idea of an entire city being transported across planets with such ease is hard for Serah to wrap her mind around when she thinks of the years of work they put into creating villages on Pulse - but it could be worse. She tries to remember that. She's fortunate. She's not alone on this island, either - there's Rita and Noctis and other people she might not know yet but could, eventually.

And there's the hot springs. Blissful, hot water letting all the tension from shifts at the watchtower seep out of her body. It's easy to let herself forget for a while, to close her eyes and inhale the steam curling around her.

Until a familiar voice breaks that. )

Noct?

( The drowsiness brought on by the heat and her work quickly dissipates with a shake of her head and Serah smiles, expression brightening when she finds him through the steam. )

You wanted a break too, huh?

Definitely.

[ But he stays a good distance away, unable to help a flush rising on his cheeks. Hot springs means water means possibly naked friend, and he's not about to be a pervert and stare, which is why he keeps his gaze fixated firmly somewhere above her head.

He's a prince, not a creep, okay. ]

Um -- sorry. Should I go? I can come back later.

( Well... there is that. But Noctis keeps his eyes lifted and she's sunk well under the water. All the steam is certainly doing its bit to keep her obscured. So, with careful movements, Serah shifts back in the spring a little, shaking her head. )

It's okay. You can come in.

( They can figure out getting out of the springs later. )

[ He can? Really?

Noctis is uncertain for a moment, because he honestly really would be okay leaving if she asks. But then she tells him that it's fine, and so he tentatively undresses, putting his clothes neatly and gets in on the farthest side of the pool.

So... you know, decency. ]

Okay.

( She averts her eyes as he gets undressed, concentrating on just how fascinating some of the rock structures are until she hears the okay. )

I don't remember the last time I was at a hot spring...

( Back when Cocoon was still governed by Fal'Cie, by the Sanctum, probably. )

[ that's mighty decent of you, serah. noctis is splashing around gently, exhaling a long, relieved sigh at how comfortable the hot springs are, and oh man he could fall asleep in it... and then probably drown and die. ]

Me either.

[ He sighs, and it's one of profound contentment. The whole Serah-being-naked thing doesn't even bother him much anymore. ]

Can't believe I didn't come in here sooner.

( She is a good (and engaged, despite all the time they've spent pulled apart from one another) person, Noct, jeez. )

Right? ( There's been a time or two - or three, okay - where she could have used the break. )

Maybe I should bring Rita here sometime.

( Bold of you to assume she hasn't already been here, Serah. )

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Event Log: The Beach Episode

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