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:: flying in a Grumman seaplane that had been a gift to Admiral Blackthorne by a member of his crew, she's dressed in slacks and a leather bomber jacket with a silk scarf, her hair made short by the magic of the holodeck ::

:: wears a sporty green dress and sits passenger in a Jeep that Navarro is driving, possibly with other crewmates in the back, on their way into the jungle ::

:: knocking back a Singapore sling at the beachside bar, wearing slacks, a short-sleeve top, and round-lens sunglasses ::

:: the canopy starts to thicken as the Jeep bounces along the dirt road :: Welcome to the jungle!

:: leans out the window to feel the wind in her face, and points up :: Doc: I see the birds! :: she takes out her holocamera and starts trying to shoot the colorful tropical birds as they drive by ::

:: is sitting in the copilot's seat on the seaplane, wearing a sensible peach-colored 1930's style dress with a matching leather bomber jacket and silk scarf, craning her neck to look down at the ocean below and the pod of whales swimming there ::

:: banks the plane to get Lexy a better view of the whales ::

Emily: Are those the ones that talk?

:: is sitting in the back of the Jeep, wearing a sensible dark blue-and-white polka-dotted 1930's style dress with her hair pulled back, easily enjoying her friends' company ::

:: flashes a grin at Kate and takes in the better view :: Kate: They have babies!

:: to a young couple just trying to enjoy their honeymoon :: I'm tellin ya. It's just like those stories you read in those science-fiction magazines. Big ol spaceship— :: pantomimes with hand and makes whoosh noise :: —right into space. Thousands of em. Millions.

Lexy: Hey, that is new!

:: looks between her holocamera and the birds :: Doc: I think so? :: she looks up :: Computer: Computer, do those birds talk? :: a voice from above answers ‘yes’ ::

:: still raising her voice to be heard over the engine :: Kate: I see two calves!

:: her hair is braided to keep it out of her face ::

:: chuckles, that being way easier than consulting the guidebook ::

Lexy: It is easy to forget that this program keeps running, but that's a good reminder!

New Groom> :: awkwardly :: Uh, yeah. Sure. Just like Doc Smith, huh?

NG: I don't know who that is, but yes.

:: smiles and shrugs, then gets back to shooting :: Doc: I’d love to have a talking bird. Don’t know if I want a pet that will outlive me, though.

New Bride> Who's Doc Smith?

Emily: Yeah, that'd be strange. :: the Jeep hits a rut and bounces everyone :: Sorry!

:: shoots Navarro a glance, before turning her attention back outside ::

Kate: Stop that! You're ruining my immersion!

Lexy: Oh, sorry! :: laughs ::

:: tracks the whales for a bit as they generally head back toward the island ::

:: bounces and blurs a picture, but doesn’t mind as it’s one of hundreds :: Doc: Maybe an older bird, though. That would be fine.

Doc: Like Vinny! :: she laughs ::

:: wonders idly what the others are up to as she watches the whales ::

Vinny is certainly a strange... bird?

NG> Edward E. Smith, ay kay ay 'Doc'. Science fiction writer. Always has bits in that Amazing Stories rag. Writes stories about that spaceship whatzahoozit of his. The, uh...what's it called. The Skylark.

:: blinks :: The what?

:: catches a glimpse of her short hair in the mirror and grins, the sight still quite strange ::

NG> The Skylark. The main characters fly off into space with it to rescue some dame from an evil scientist or something. I forget.

:: doesn't really care for the short hair on her wife, but has wisely not mentioned it ::

Doc: He’s a bird, he has feathers. And wings, though they don’t do much.

:: slows the Jeep a bit, downshifting somewhat clumsily with the clutch, but manages ::

It's...no, no, back up. It's called the Skylark? Are you shitting me?

:: spies the island in the distance and starts a slow descent ::

:: backs off engine power ::

Emily: He certainly is.

:: pulls out her period-accurate binoculars and uses them to look toward the island in the distance ::

SCENE> The volcano is smoking a bit.

NG> :: put off by the coarse language :: You think I'd make up a cockamamie idea like that?

Kate: Bit of smoke from the volcano. :: still looking through binoculars ::

:: grips her seat with one hand when they hit hard turns, enjoying the ride. She grins at Navarro’s assessment of her strange pet, then catches a picture of the volcano smoking :: Doc: Huh… bit of smoke up there today.

:: turns to put both elbows on the bar, sips her sling :: I had no idea I was making a reference.

:: squints into the distance, her sharp pilots' eyes taking it in :: Lexy: I do not think it will erupt.

:: says to hell with the tiny sip she just took, downs the last third :: Ya learn something every day. :: spins around :: Where the hell are all the real people? Didn't they come in here too?

Emily: Well, I don't know where I'ma gonna go when the volcano blows.

:: starts to sing :: Doc: I don’t know~

Kate: Likely not. Too bad, it's always fun to see the pahoehoe being formed.

:: sings along :: Well, I don't know~

:: glances at Ryleigh as she’s dancing in her car seat :: Doc: I said! I don’t know where I’m a gonna go when the volcano blow!

Lexy: There may be an active vent where we usually find them, if you want to go.

:: sings along and laughs ::

Does this...? Computer: Computer, are there other real people on this holodeck?

:: backs off the engine power a bit more as the harbor starts to loom large in the front windows ::

:: barely looks phased by her friends' antics, watching the top of the volcano intently ::

:: then puts the flaps down, all of this quite manual ::

:: laughs at the end of the verse, sighs happily, and gets back to trying to capture pictures of the fake wildlife ::

:: puts down her binoculars and shrugs :: Kate: Hmmm. I think I might be more in the mood for relaxing today.

:: fortunately, this being a seaplane, she doesn't have to fight with 1930s-era retractable landing gear, if they even had that on Earth in this period ::

Lexy: That we can do too! :: grins she takes them ever lower and slower to the water ::

Computer> This holodeck has five other users. Computer: Then where the fuck are they? Computer> Please rephrase query. Computer: Okay, vicar. :: eyeroll :: Where are the other users?

:: twists in her seat to show Ryleigh a good picture she caught of a bright blue bird flying away :: Ryleigh: Check it out! They look so real.

:: slows even further as the road becomes very narrow ::

Computer> Two of the other users are engaged in a seaplane flight; the others are in the jungle. :: gets up, walks onto the beach, looks up into the sky; sees the seaplane descending in the distance :: Cool.

:: flies over the harbor mouth, now maybe 15 meters off the water, throttling down further ::

:: nods in appreciation, giving Emily a grin :: Emily: Indeed.

:: braces lightly in anticipation of a smooth landing ::

:: closer to the beach, sees a maroon Ford Town Sedan pull up on the nearby bend of road ::

:: the water is calm, so she does make a smooth landing, only a few light bounces as the skids touch the water ::

:: focuses on the road for a moment as Doc slows :: Doc: How does this compare to flying Atlantis?

:: laughs :: Emily: Well, Atlantis's clutch is a bit easier.

:: gives a serious nod, then laughs :: Doc: And a little less turbulence!

Emily: This thing can turn a bit tighter, though!

Kate: Maybe snorkeling? Or just lazing around by the pool?

:: always enjoys watching the seaspray when she lands this thing ::

:: sees three well-dressed, but over-dressed men with pencil mustaches get out and look toward the beachside bar ::

Doc: Oh, I bet. Way slower, though.

:: hits the windshield wiper as they taxi toward the dock :: Lexy: Either of those sounds good to me! You pick, after all, you went flying with me in this noisy thing.

:: pats the noisy thing's dashboard affectionately ::

:: taps her chin thoughtfully ::

Emily: Oh yes.

:: slows up as they come to a jungle waterfall ::

:: hears someone thump into a table behind her, knocking a class to the planks of the bar floor :: :: sees a panicking youngish Italian guy in vacation-wear get up quickly from his table and make off in the opposite direction ::

:: taxis up near the dock and cuts the engine to drift in ::

:: gasps as they approach the site, not even waiting for the car to stop before snapping a picture :: Doc/Ryleigh: Let’s stop and get out here.

:: is so used to Kate's expertise by now that she takes it for granted ::

:: turns, sees the well-dressed guys mark the escapee, and make chase—their polished shoes and spats kicking up bright white sand ::

Sure thing! :: parks the Jeep and turns it off :

:: swings herself out of the Jeep, barely waiting for them to stop, and landing neatly on the ground in heeled shoes ::

Neato. :: goes to drink her drink, gets only ice cubes :: :: goes up to the bar :: Could I get another sling?

:: carefully packs her binoculars away in her shoulder bag ::

:: hops out of the car and stretches her arms, then takes a much better photo of the waterfall :: Doc/Ryleigh: What do you think? Water looks nice, and I know we all brought our swimsuits.

:: opens the door and tosses their mooring line to the dock hand ::

:: climbs out of the Jeep and takes in the scene :: Emily: I'm always up for a swim.

:: is aware of a large presence to her left :: Large Presence> How long have you been at this bar? :: clocks the large, well-dressed man; he perspires, but wicks it away with a monogrammed kerchief :: LP: For the span of your entire existence, Smoke-and-Mirrors. What's it to you?

:: attempts to gracefully clamber out of the seaplane ::

:: grins, gets a candid photo of her friend and boyfriend standing around talking to her, then goes and sets the camera in her seat in the car. She peels off her dress to reveal that she’s wearing a navy blue with white polka dots 1930s style swimsuit underneath. She makes her way to the water and tentatively dips her toe in ::

LP> The mook who just rabbited down the beach. My friends and I have been trying to hold court with him for the better part of a year. Was wondering if you happened to overhear him, pick up any details. Maybe he even talked to you. You seem like his type.

:: hops out and ties off the other line, then helps Lexy to the dock ::

:: sheds his Hawaiian shirt and shoes, then heads right on in ::

:: receives her second sling, turns around, puts her elbows on the bar as she leans her back against it :: LP: Who's askin, and what's he payin?

:: gratefully accepts the help ::

Kate: I'm find with either, really. I just found a new bathing suit pattern I want to try.

:: finds the water is a nice temperature and sinks right in, raising her voice above the crashing of the waterfall :: Doc/Ryleigh: If this were a video game, we’d find a cave full of treasure behind this waterfall.

Lexy: Oh, I can't wait to see it! :: immediately notices that it's now too hot for the bomber jacket, so she takes that off and leaves it in the plane, wearing a white linen buttoned shirt underneath ::

:: also sheds her jacket, but keeps the scarf ::

LP> :: removes his hat :: Forgive my incivility; this humid climate has caused me to forget my manners. Ulderico Bellafiore. I wouldn't be so audacious as to make the claim that I run this town, but it wouldn't be inaccurate if I were to do so. LP—er...UB> And to answer your second question, he's paying in further civility, in many manners of speaking.

Emily: Well, maybe there is one, since is kind of a game.

:: walks with Kate up the dock and toward the hotel ::

UB: Well. Maybe I heard something, maybe I didn't. I'm sure the measure of your civility would influence my memory.

:: thinks about it, then decides her curiosity will never be sated if she doesn’t at least check. She takes a deep breath, walks under the waterfall, and feels at the rocks behind it ::

SCENE> Behind the waterfall, there is indeed a cave!

:: walks along with Lexy, smiling and greeting the denizens of Lost Harbor ::

:: all of them greet her as Amelia, and not Kate ::

:: disappears through the waterfall, looking around at the cave. She grins and turns to yell :: Doc/Ryleigh: There’s something back here!

:: looks askance at "Amelia" ::

UB> :: leans in :: This ain't Chicago, sweetheart. You're not treating with some two-bit enforcer who doesn't know his ass from a rusty carburetor. You either tell me what you know, or all civility evaporates. Capice?

:: perks up and passes through the waterfall to have a look ::

:: shrugs :: Lexy: They think I am Amelia Earhart, so I leaned into it.

:: looks around in the cave, whistling an impressed whistle that echoes :: Doc: You know, I was joking. I wonder if this exists in real life, or if they added it..

:: chuckles and shakes her head, but doesn't comment further ::

:: takes a sip, sees Bellafiore's boys return empty-handed from their chase; one of them shakes their head at their boss ::

UB: He kept quiet. Didn't hear a name, de plume or otherwise. Heard him talking to somebody for a minute. Real hush-hush. They talked about repaying old debts, and doing so by 'unconventional means'.

Emily: I don't think this island is based on any particular island on Earth, just an idealized one.

:: follows Emily and Doc, hurrying despite the heels she wore ::

UB> 'Unconventional' how? UB: Dunno. Said something about a waterfall.

Doc: Well if it’s idealized, we should definitely find some treasure. :: she presses on, deeper into the cave, her eyes slowly adjusting to the dark ::

UB> :: eyes his boys, who seem to understand what the waterfall is about :: UB> Hannah: Who was the other person he was talking to? UB: Didn't get a good look at her. UB> 'Her'? UB: Sorry, yeah, shouldn't assume gender. The person he spoke to presented as femme. UB> Huh? UB: ...Yeah, 'her'.

:: they make it to the hotel and head to their bungalow :: Lexy: She was the first person who came up when I searched for 1930s women pilots from Earth, so I dressed like her the first time I came here, and it grew from there.

:: wishes he had his lighter, but it's back in his shirt ::

:: reaches a point where she really can’t see and gives up, cheating :: Computer: Computer, give us flashlights. :: there’s a beep, and three flashlights appear. She turns hers on ::

:: laughs :: Emily: I was just about to ask the computer for a lighter. Seriously.

UB> :: leans more casually against the bar :: You seem like your head's screwed on tighter than most dames I see sipping cocktails on the shore. How would you like to do a little freelance job? Beaucoup civility.

Doc: They had these in the 1930s, right? :: she shrugs ::

:: shrugs :: No idea, but probably.

:: smirks :: UB: You've come to the right dame. I can't believe I said that with a straight face. :: clears throat :: I'll do anything short of a hit job with half the civility upfront.

:: turns on his light and shines it around ::

:: hums :: Emily: Yeah, though less... designed. More single-use utility than anything else.

:: nods sagely and changes the subject as she enters the bungalow and sets down her things :: Kate: I'll just go change.

:: looks around with her light :: Ryleigh: Makes sense.

Lexy: Oh, is it a surprise? :: grins ::

Doc: See anything?

Not yet... :: squints into the distance as the lights search ::

Kate: Well, I haven't tried it on yet, so I want to make sure it works first. I won't be long. :: pops into the bathroom and closes the door behind her ::

:: nods and undresses, shedding the slacks and buttoned shirt that are quite unlike her ::

:: continues into the mostly linear cave, frowning as they come upon a divergence :: Doc/Ryleigh: Well, what do we think, left or right? :: she flashlights the two paths ::

UB> Twenty percent upfront. UB: Forty. UB> Twenty-five. UB: Thirty-three point three repeating. UB> :: ellipses :: Joey Two-Knees> That just means a third, boss. UB> I know what it means, Joey. Button your flap. :: to Hannah :: You got a deal. :: pulls $500 out of his pocket book ::

Emily: You know what they say, always go left.

:: nods and heads leftward :: Doc: They do say that.

:: also ditches the period-appropriate underwear, marveling at its complexity before getting into a yellow floral two-piece that's a bit more substantial than what she usually wears ::

:: chuckles before catching a glint in the darkness as his light passes over :: Emily: There!

:: follows the glint and finds another :: Doc: Oh! I think we found something!

:: takes the stack of cash, flipbooks it :: So what's the gig, 'Rico? UB> Simple: You get our mutual friend to tell you what his plans are, find out where he's going, where he'll be, then tell us. You're keen enough to make that happen for another two of those stacks, ain'tcha? UB: 'Rico, baby, I'll get him to sing. What's this jamoke's name, anyway? UB> Eddie D'Alto. And before you ask, yeah: those D'Altos.

:: approaching the glint, his light settles on a simple golden ring ::

:: does not know who those D'Altos are :: UB: Ah yes. Those D'Altos.

:: follows close behind and peers around Navarro at the ring :: Doc: Hm. Not much, but it counts as treasure!

:: steps out of the bathroom wearing a textured, period-appropriate bathing suit with a tie around the waist, and her hair is reconfigured into short 1930's waves through holodeck magic - strikes a pose in the doorframe ::

Lexy: Hey, what a looker! :: whistles ::

:: bats her eyelashes coquettishly ::

UB> We have a villa on the west face of the island. It's the big one. Can't miss it. Come on up when you got a lead. UB> His boys: Let's go, boys. His boys> :: go ::

Emily: Maybe it's magical.

:: blinks, baffled :: Doc: You think they’d do that? I mean if they would… what if it’s cursed?

Emily: I mean, there are stories from Earth around that time of magic rings found in caves.

:: also doesn't care for the short hair on her wife, but wisely doesn't say anything, instead, showing off her swimsuit ::

Doc: …really? :: she doesn’t know whether to buy that ::

Eddie D'Alto> :: sneaks around the last corner in the cave behind a waterfall, spies two people holding a golden ring ::

Precious rings, they say...

Emily/Doc: You mean Tolkien's works of Lord of the Rings and the Hobbit from the mid-1940s. :: speaks up from where she's looking at the cave walls ::

:: gives Kate an appraising look followed by an appreciative nod :: Kate: I think we'll do. Shall we go get a drink while we ponder our next move?

ED'A> :: hunkers down lower at the sound of the third voice ::

:: snaps her fingers :: Ryleigh/Doc: Oh! I’ve heard of those. Never read them, though.

:: likes being appreciated, then nods eagerly :: Lexy: Yes!

Ryleigh: Yes, those.

Emily/Doc: I have hardback copies in my room if you want to borrow them ever. :: glances over her shoulder with a grin at the pair ::

ED'A> :: checks his cheap revolver, for which he still doesn't have any bullets :: ED'A> :: argues with himself in his brain ::

Ryleigh: Never took you as into classics. Interesting.

Ryleigh: I never knew Marines could read. :: glances at Emily :: Wonders never cease.

:: snorts ::

::: grins ::

:: takes Kate's hand and leads her to the bar ::

ED'A> :: stands up and comes out, aiming the empty revolver at Emily, Doc, and Ryleigh :: ED'A> Alright, hands up! Hands up! :: at Doc :: Drop that trinket you got, Ace. No funny business, any a yous.

:: throws his hands in the air :: Eddie: Alright, easy now, buddy.

:: stands up straight and raises her hands in surrender :: Eddie: Woah, woah! We’re cool.

:: scrunches up her nose at Doc, sending him a playful glare :: Doc: Oh hush. I enjoy reading when I'm not needing for work :: spins at hearing a shout, stepping in front of Doc and Emily with a dangerous light in her expression aimed at the stranger; her hands notably not in the air ::

ED'A> Where's the rest of it?

Eddie: Where's the rest of what? :: tone remains calm and unphased ::

:: steps up to the bar with Lexy, still greeting people that she recognizes ::

:: takes the distraction to slip the ring onto his finger, and he vanishes ::

:: smiles at the bartender and orders some kind of fruity cocktail ::

:: blinks, not having expected that :: All: Ope.

ED'A> The treasu— :: blinks as Doc vanishes from sight :: What the hell?!

Emily: Hush. :: barely looks away from Eddie :: Eddie: What treasure?

:: does likewise, asking for a mai-tai ::

:: invisible, he slowly moves to the side ::

:: comes around the corner and wallops Eddie D'Alto on the noggin with a rock ::

:: plays along with Grey’s plan :: Eddie: Yeah, we ain’t seen nothin’.

:: jumps back, eyes widening :: Hannah: Woah! What?

:: stops when he sees Hannah bean the guy ::

Ryleigh/Emily: Hey guys. Was wondering when I'd find y'all.

:: laughs, putting her hands down :: Hannah: Thank you for the rescue!

:: speaks up, still invisible :: Hi Hannah.

:: turns around to face the room, sipping her cocktail :: Kate: So, what do you think?

Ryleigh/Emily: I ran afoul of some kinda mafia program. The mafia's lookin for this guy. He's a rat or a stoolie or a canary or a pidgeon, I dunno.

:: still invisible :: I'm right here!

:: grins, clearly entertained, and speaks to where Doc’s voice came from :: Doc: We found a mafia cave.

:: eats the cherry off the top of her drink :: Lexy: Well, you know how it is keeping me out of the water. But do you want to snorkel with the equipment from this era? We would not even be able to stay under very long.

Ohhh, a mafia cave.

:: jumps at the sound of Doc's voice :: What the fuck? Where are you?

:: quietly moves somewhere else :: Right here.

:: chuckles ::

Kate: Mmm, valid point. Plus it's hard to drink and snorkel.

:: nodnodnod :: Right? We can swim and drink at the pool!

All: Yeah, apparently this guy owes his bosses—Doc, come on, I'm expositing here. This guy owes his bosses a shit ton of money, but he doesn't have it, so he went lookin for buried treasure to try and pay it off.

:: laughs and waits for the exposition to finish ::

ED'A> :: coming to :: Ughh... It ain't that simple, doll. :: sits up, rubbing his head ::

Kate: Okay. I'm sold. Let's go to the pool.

Hannah: Oh, neat! Oh— :: she looks at Eddie :: Oh?

Eddie: Watch who you're calling 'doll', asshole. I'm still holding the rock.

Lexy: Good call! :: taking their drinks with them, they head to the nearby pool ::

:: tosses the bartender a silver dollar as they leave ::

Kate: Where's everyone else, anyway?

:: shrugs :: Computer, where is everyone else?

Computer> In a cave in the jungle.

ED'A: I don't owe Bellafiore nothin. The money's to get back stateside, see an old friend in Southern California. :: looks around at everybody (who's visible) :: The Feds. I wanted out. Family's rotten now. Gettin into things I didn't sign up for. I was gonna make the deal with a guy I know who could pull Bellafiore's organization apart, but Bellafiore got wind of it. Summoned me here. And I had no choice.

:: nods along, her flashlight on Eddie :: All: I see, I see.

ED'A> Ditched my escort at the airport, been runnin around this island, broke as a joke, hidin my face behind newspapers, sleepin under bushes. I'm losin my mind out here. I just need to sell somethin to afford a plane ticket outta here, then it's back to L.A. to talk to Agent Cooper.

All: Who wrote this program, and what the hell have they been reading?

:: chuckles at Hannah’s admonition :: Hannah: The mafia is big in twentieth-century literature, so it tracks.

Kate: Jungle cave, huh? That sounds exciting. :: dips her toe into the pool ::

Eddie: Uncle 'Rico's gonna pay me a whole K...or a whole G? A thousand dollars to hand-deliver you to him. How can you convince me that you're tellin the truth? What's the family gettin into that you don't find kosher?

:: takes a nice refreshing drink of her mai-tai and wades into the pool, trying to remember if she knows what's there :: Lexy: I imagine so!

:: looks between Eddie and Hannah ::

:: slips into the pool as well, careful not to get her hair wet ::

:: has now quietly positioned himself to deal with Eddie if he does anything stupid ::

ED'A: Drugs. Not bootlegged alcohol or anything like that. The nasty stuff. Stuff that kills ya if you use it too much. And he maximizes his overhead by pullin orphans off the street and puttin em to work in warehouses all across the country. Like I said: nasty.

:: totally gets her hair wet as she sets off and swims a fast lap ::

:: shakes her head in agreement that this guy sounds ‘nasty’ ::

ED'A> This life used to be about knockin over rube banks and runnin casinos and speakeasies. Some families dealt with the end of the Prohibition with grace and style, but Bellafiore didn't. He put too much into contraband booze. Wanted the cheap and easy way back to the top.

:: watches 'Amelia' with amusement and sips her drink ::

Emily/Ryleigh/Doc: What do you guys think? He tellin the truth?

:: flips into a backfloat, coasting toward Lexy ::

:: shrugs :: Hannah: I can’t lie-detect holograms, but sure, he sounds sincere. Capitalism was pretty rough.

Hannah: Well, his gun was empty, so that tracks.

Doc: Okay, it's creepy as hell, man. Where are you and why are you cloaked?

Hannah: Found a magic ring. As you do.

:: laughs :: Hannah: Hobbit magic!

All: Okay, seriously, who wrote this program?

:: carefully moves into the deeper water, protecting her drink and her hair, to swim up to the bar ::

:: nods :: Hannah: Probably. The 1930s were also known as the Depression Era, and brought around the era known as Prohibition as well... so it wouldn't surprise me. :: snaps her attention over to where Doc's voice was coming from :: Doc: And get that godforsaken ring OFF your damn-ass hand! I swear, men and their curiousity!

:: lazily kicks to float beside her wife ::

Ryleigh: Why? If you had a cloaking ring, you’d use it.

ED'A> So, what, are you gonna turn me over to Bellafiore? If you are, just kill me now, and make it quick. He's gonna string me up by my toenails and feed me inch-by-inch to flesh-eating bugs.

Emily: If you've read Tolkien, you'd understand why any ring found in a cave is bad.

:: finishes her drink and hands her now-empty glass to the pool bartender, requesting another, preferably with a little paper umbrella in it this time ::

I think it's pretty precious.

:: pulls out the $500 Uderico gave her, drops it Eddie's lap :: Eddie: It's been a while since I took a gander at Earthian economics in the early twentieth, so forgive me if that's not enough for a plane ticket.

:: raises a finger in the air to order another drink as well ::

:: looks at the money as one looks at any novelty antique :: All: Ooh.

ED'A> :: sees how much it is :: Are you kidding? I could fly from here to Timbuktu and take the scenic route. And I swear I'm tellin the truth. You'll see. Couple weeks, Bellafiore's gonna be wearin Uncle Sams manacles. :: bolts out of the cave ::

:: watches him go, then looks at the others :: All: Huh. I wonder if we’ll ever see that guy again.

::: takes the ring off and blinks into view :: Maybe.

:: turns to the others, shrugs :: All: Welp. I'll probably be hunted down by goons or goombas or what-have-you. Are you guys doing Tropical Lord of the Rings, or something? Is that what I'm pickin up here?

Hannah: Yeah, that seems to be the vibe.

:: sits on a barstool and kicks her legs through the water as she sips her drink and people-watches ::

All: Well, sorry for the intrusion. I'm gonna mosey on back to the beachside bar until I get whacked. Toodles. :: saunters out of the cave ::

:: flips over and places her arms across Lexy's lap, looking up at her from the water ::

:: chuckles and waves :: Doc/Ryleigh: Well, we might as well get back to swimming. Ooh, or maybe hit the bar.

:: chuckles :: How weird.

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