Summer Days

It's summertime, it's warm, the weather is wonderful, it's about damn time that Crescent Moon did something and thanks to Gwen they have, there's been a beach party set up near Shibuya.

There are several fire pits, a BBQ set up, a small stage, there's a volleyball net set up and there is Gwen clad in a white bikini. Her father's off in a BBQ pit helping with the cooking and Gwen is looking so chipper.

"ITS TIME FOR THE PARTY TO BEGIN!"

Gwen shouts spreading her arms wide!

And there was plenty of meat to be BBQed. And fish to be fried. Shiruba made sure of that. It was her contribution to the party preperations as a Hunter, and an adopted member of the family. And her own foodie desires.

Which meant now she didn't have to worry about providing anything else and could actually relax and enjoy the rest of the event. In a swimsuit that, of course, was made by Gwen.

Yes, it's a two piece. But not quite as scantly as Gwen's own to respect the wolfgirl being a little more modest about her great figure most of the time. The main difference is this year Shiruba is comfortable enough with it that she's not fussing over being dressed in such a fashion. "Plenty of people know Gwen, you don't need to shout it to the entire world," she teases.

Haru is known for many things. Lets count them! Being tall? Check. White bishy hair? Bishcheck. A MONOCLE? Monocheck.

Is Haru known for having fun? That is under heavy debate the same way 'is math fun' under debate. Being dependable and showing up, is not, and thus the Silver Sword Craftmeister Supreme is walking on in with a pair of sandals, swim pants, and a lack of a shirt. Yes, the monocle is still there. The monocle is /always/ there. Unless its not. For Chuuni reasons.

"What do you have planned for today, Gwen," he asks the person who is going for nosebleed appeal. Where is Curt when you need there to be a forced blood donation?

Following after reports of last year's beach parties been assaulted by monsters, it makes sense to have additional security. Sure, many Adventurers could easily defend themselves, but why do that when you're here to party? No, leave that to volenteers that would be happy to help keep things safe. It's why Curtana was here, after all, to make sure everyone has a good time. There's just one thing he forgot to keep in mind.

It's a BEACH party, which means plenty of swimsuits and exposed skin.

That explains why the Pooka Knight was standing knee deep in the water, his gleaming armor reflecting the sun's rays, and pointedly not looking at any nearby swimmers. He was doing his best to ignore any nearby swimmers going into the water, but there's no hiding his slight embarrasment when he notices some swimmers. Seriously, there had to be swimsuits that cover than what some leaves could do!

Gwen turns to Shiruba with a grin on her face. "Sis it's part of the fun and your looking pretty good today!" She pauses and her eyes linger on Haru, she behaves though and she thinks.

"Beach games, BBQ, singing if anyone wants to, likely a swimming contest! Also Watermellons!"

Where is Curt he needs to be made to have fun!

There is Curt she looks over to see the Pooka Knight onguard yes guards are needed still she's going to make sure something happens for the armored Pooka.

"Though where has my Mother got to..."

Gwen looks very concerned at this...

Shiruba waves to Haru. Then rolls her eyes a bit at Gwen. "Whatever your mother is up to is not my problem." There's plenty of other people here for Morri to potentially terrorize. "Let's just focus on the having fun!" Her tail does wag a big at the compliments but she's not trying to think too hard about it.

"She is likely around, scheming something or another," Haru offers with a wave of the hand as he takes his sandals off of his feet and lets the earth and fire run across his bare skin. One might think this is his element, the beach, but he seems as guarded and muted as always. "I won't be staying long, Gwen, but kudos for getting a fun day started for everyone." He looks out to the water where he sees Curtana. In the water. A gleam on his monocle, "Curtana, isn't salt water bad for metal?"

Look left, look right. Uta walks by, where the waves reach the sand, and exhausted, wheeze their last drop of stamina away into seafoam. Unconcerned with the quickly disappearing footprints she leaves behind, she looks left and right, finger on lips, her gaze seemingly nonetheless lost in the distance. "...grilling...playing...frolicking... hm. A party? I do remember having been invited to a party. Might this be it?"

She seems to have completely missed Gwen's recent announcement.

"It does seem to have the festive atmostphere normally associated with a party. Grilling. I think I know the one's who's grilling. But.. that's not for now. Let's get back to the party. What kind of party could this be?" She squints around. "Let's see... hm. There's... there's something about the way people are dressed... HA!", she finally, exclaims, beaming, stopping close to Curtana while she punches her fist. "Yes! This is the party I've been invited to! And nobody has their regular clothes on!" She nods in self-satisfaction at the cluck-cluck costume she's wearing. "Fancy dress party! I remembered correctly!"

    Of course there's no way Fuka wouldn't show up to a party, especially a beach party! To the relief of some people, most likely the prudes, the little sylph is dressed quite casually in a summery one-piece dress. Entirely decent, light and flowery, and perfectly reasonable for the beach. Not, of course, reasonable for swimming. Also rather short, showing off considerable thigh, but Fuka's got pretty good legs, all considered. The other thing the outfit shows off is that ... well, she's actually got some cleavage. Not a lot, but she's got some curves that are normally well hidden by layers of armour and clothing. She's definitely a young woman, not merely a girl, and seems to have no interest in hiding the fact when everyone's gathered for party time.

    Striding down to the beach itself with a certain bounce in her step, all but skipping, she waves as she spots people. "Hi guys!" she says cheerfully. "Cool outfits!" she admires. "Nice feathers! Very decorative!" she approves of Uta with a chortle. "And Will is dressed to defend all the ladies!" she smirks knowingly.

While unaware of the dangers of a missing Morri, Curtana is seemingly quite happy being where he is, far away from the party. He caught a glimpse of how Gwen was (un)dressed, and that's all he needed to know. No telling if this new world had status effects for sudden blood lost through the nose, but he isn't willing to try.

He waves a hand backwards as he hears Haru, though is making sure not to look in his direction. Not because of Haru, but those around him. "It usually is, but that's prolonged exposure to both salt and air. As long as I take extra care after today, i'll be fine!"

Uta shows up...and in something that isn't a bikini? It's unexpected and unusual, but he's not going to complain! Smiling at Uta, he nods. "Well...fancy is one way to look at it, Uta. Don't mind me, i'm just here to help if any monsters get curious about our party. Go ahead and have fun!"

Hearing Fuka approaching from behind, Curtana turns his head to greet her with a smile...and freezes at a moment seeing how she's dressed. His blush intensifies and he rapidly turns back around to focuses on the great blue yonder ahead of him. "Uh...yes, that's correct, Fuka. Glad you're here as well."

Gwen sighs. "I guess your right Shiruba let's just have some fun!" She grins at Haru "I hope you enjoy yourself while you are here. There is something I want you to try foodwise actually for all of you." She's cut off as Uta arrives and Gwen calls out "It's a beach party so swimsuits Uta! I know you have one! I made it for you!" She can't help but laugh at the state of Uta as she arrives though.

"You made your point with this joke my friend you should get into your beach ware so you can enjoy the fun."

She calls out to her dad.

"Uther are the coconuts ready?"

"Had them earlier but they are missing."

Somewhere Morri is smiling like a shark her plan is in action. Gwen sighs but brightens as Fuka arrives. "So that's where it went your having fun with and welcome Fuka."

She'll head for the cooking area grab some coconuts and sit down. She'll then start cracking them between her legs without a care in the world, get up and start to work on a new batch of drinks! She's not even thinking about what she just did.

Haru's blue eye settles on Curtana as he explains the finer points of metal and armor maint. It rolls to Uta as Curtana addresses the outfit. "Going for being the best chick at the beach, Uta?" the shirtless summoner says.

The gaze flicks to Fuka and her entrance, then to Curtana. He gives a short, polite, Haru-level laugh that would be at place during a ballroom instead of a beach, "Well then, that brings back memories." The gaze wanders back over towards Gwen as if his motions are haunted, "An upgrade is in order," as he catches the culinary request from the Sylph. "I am to make the most of it, no reason not to. With you at the helm, I am sure it will be a big, bouncing success."

"I'll trade food for dancing," Haru offers Gwen as he combs his silvery hair back away from his monocle, "the vicious cycle of getting energy and then using it all up so we can nom some more." His store being next to Pela's has given him Whey too many food options.

Just.. how does Uta... always get slightly off... Shiruba shakes her head sharply to clear the train of thought away. It's Uta. Don't try to think about it so hard.

Haru's 'big bouncing success' remark gets a snicker out of her, especially when Gwen goes off to do prep that only a amazonian strong woman could get into. "Good thing she's only cracking coconuts like that."

She, on the other hand, heads for the water. Splashing in a bit, and waving to Curtana when she notices him. "Isn't it a bit hard to swim in armor? Unless you're trying to do Goldenblade's thing with a diving suit...."

"Thanks, Fuka!", Uta beams back in response. She then turns to Curtana. "It's good to know that we can count on you for our safety! I really appreciate you taking carer of-"

Silence.

Uta looks at Curtana. Then at Fuka. Then at Curtana. Then at Fuka again. Then at Morri. "Morri, you might want to add some lime and shake them all up-"

*COCONUT CRACK*

O.O *armflail* BACK TO CURTANA.

...Pause.

"Why am I looking between Curtana and Fuka now? OH, RIGHT!", she exclaims again, punching her fist. "Curtana is dressed normally. So... uh... this means it isn't a fancy dr-"

Uta goes silent as Gwen announces what kind of party this is. "AAAAAAAAAAAH!", she armflails again.

As quickly as she started screaming, she stops. "No," Uta admits to Haru, dejected. "I was hoping to win the best costume award, but-" She tugs at the 'beak' where her face shows through, and fans herself with her other hand "It's getting kind of warm in her-" Abrupt point at Haru. "NO! I'm not going for -that- award either!"

A sigh. "Ah well, let's see..." As she flicks her menu open, she comments to Gwen, "One? You probably gave me ten or so...", and returns to navigate her inventory. "Swimsuit... swimsuit... swimsuit... I... it must be here somewhere..." She grows increasingly confused, with a frown. "Did I leave it at home?"

The sound of cracking coconuts fills the air, and with the sounds of laughter, cheering and music, it's clear that the party is going along just swimmingly. But Haru's teasing comment is something he could do without. Seriously, it's so odd to him. Women in their underwear will scream at you if you see them, but switch it with a bikini that covers less and suddenly it's perfectly fine? It makes no sense to him.

Shiruba seems to have gotten the wrong idea about why he's in the water in his typical heavy armor. Though it's a thought. Maybe he should try exploring with a diving suit in the future. "More...just here to help out anyone if any monsters attack. Since i'm already in the water, it should be easy to get their focus on me and go from there. Otherwise, no swimming planned for me today, so just have fun!"

A small part of him is wondering why all the scantedly clad women keep coming to check up on him. Shouldn't party goers usually ignore those standing guard to enjoy the party?!

Poor Uta does get a look of pity upon seeing her realize just kind of party this was. "I...don't really have any swimsuits here you could borrow, or any other clothes. I just have either my armor or some cheap clothing I wear when i'm doing repairs." Wait...does that mean that Curtana wears his armor like 99% of the time? He must take good care to make sure it doesn't get worn out for being worn so much.

    Ah yes, Gwen taking care of coconuts in ... extreme fashion. Fuka might be able to do likewise, but she lacks some of Gwen's ... leverage. "Snu snu." she murmurs cryptically, grinning. Then looks over at Uta scrambling frantically to make up for a misunderstanding. "Don't stress over it." she advises, this time not sounding like she's smirking or teasing. "The party spirit's what matters, not the specific outfit. But yeah, that outfit looks a little warm and you don't want your eggs hardboiled! If you have a swimsuit, you should change into it!" she advises.

    And with that advice, Fuka follows suit. No menu-change for her though. She's already wearing a swimsuit. With a rapid motion she reaches down to the hem of her dress and pulls it straight up, doffing the sundress and revealing herself in her under-things. Only it's probably worse, as these underthings are actually a Morri-special bikini. It can only be called a one-piece by the barest understanding of such things as it shows off, well, everything. A pair of shoulder straps that dive down front and back to cover the barest minimum of flesh to remain decent, and even then only barely. It's kind of a good thing the little blonde isn't busty. This looks the sort of outfit that suggests things going flying in every direction. And as open as it is down front and middle, it shows off what little there is of Fuka's body utterly shamelessly. Poor Curt. If he thought the sundress showed off embarassing amounts of skin, this will be worse. Much worse. Maybe not quite as bad as Gwen, but ... well, it's Fuka. Flaunt what you have, and if you don't have, flaunt to make up for it!

Haru has yet to be screamed at by all the scantly clad ladies at the beach. The Goldsmith has reached the transcendent form of the eight fold Artificer. The wonders of the universe are open to him and they demand one thing: This Season's Beach Episode. What is a Season or an Episode? Its fourth wall breaking stuff that Haru isn't about to question so the Elder Gods don't liquify his brain.

"There have been plenty of monster attacks in the past at the beach," Haru does notify Curtana and a reminder to Shiruba. "Aquatic creatures with lots of arm-bits for dragging people into the deep. Mind your feet out there," he gives the beach guard a thumbs up. Curt does Curt, Haru is there to support that.

"Either of you want a drink," he asks Shiruba and Uta. Especially Uta. Uta is getting the 'how are you not a shake'n'bake chicken dinner in there' while she figures out the new outfit. But by then, Shiruba is out in the water. "Also I'll chim you later about some stuff thats going on," he tells Uta for LOONS stuff. Later. Today is a beach day.

Elsewhere Morri has the original batch of coconut drinks in her inventory save one which she's drinking. While watching everything else go down with Gwen and the others. Gwen returns with the finished drinks and will start to hand them out she grins at Haru. "Yes I hope this is a big bounding success as well." Either she caught it and is playing along or Gwen has missed something. The world will never know for sure about that, but she seems happy.

"That sounds like a great idea to me!"

She's going to make the rounds handing out the coconut drinks now before returning. Everyone will get one even Curt.

"Curt your armor's going to rust doing this and .. you only... oh dear god! We are going to have a talk about this /later/ Curt!"

Gwen heads off to go put the remainder of the drinks out on a table.

Shiruba sighs softly. "Curt, we appreciate the extra watch, but you should get some time to have some fun too. So don't spend -all- day just standing in the water. We can get someone else to stand watch for you for a bit."

She starts to wade away, grabbing a coconut drink as she gets the chance, but her ears perk at hearing her confront Curt over his participation. Or lack of. "Or she's going to -make- you have fun..." She knows that tone of voice.

Enough that she quickly turns her attention elsewhere. "I know Haru, that's why I'm not trying to talk him out of it! Just saying we can get someone to give him a break eventually so he can relax too."

Nope, she doesn't get the other reason Curtana doesn't want to be around the mostly scantly swimsuited girls.

"It's okay, Curt, don't worry!", Uta mutters as she keeps running down her inventory in concentration. "I understand perfectly. I used to always wear the one outfit and even these days I mostly stick to one. I also had no swimwear until Gwen- Oh, here is the beachwear section", exclaims Uta, with a sigh of relief. "Now-"

A frown.

"...which one of these is the one with the slime design?"

There is only one way. Trial and error.

And so, just after mentioning to Shiruba, "It's okay, I'm sure Curt can relax while staying here," and accepting a drink from Haru and sipping, Uta, who happens to be right next to Curt, shimmers into a series of different swimsuits in different designs and colors, courtesy of gwen; it starts with a completely blank one piece with 'PROTOTYPE' written all across it, as if it was rubber-stamped on, moves through a series of different designs, most of which cause Uta to squeal an embarrassed "NO!", and move on further, until she settles on a white one with a slime pattern, whose structure made of rings and straps give it a 'battle bikini' vibe.

She settles mostly by virtue of BSOD'ing at the sight of it.

"...it's a bikini. But slimes. But it's a bikini... but /slimes/..."

Haru would be getting a nod right now, but...well, we already beaten that dead horse into the ground. Curtana certainly knows why. "It's pretty much the entire reason i'm here, honestly. Plus with my heavy armor, it's harder for me to be dragged off. Otherwise? I likely wouldn't be here." A splash and a thud of steel boots proves his point.

Curtana is surprisingly given his own coconut drink to sip on, and he holds up the open nut to examine it and totally not look towards Gwen. Honestly just needs little tiny paper umbrellas to fit the island paradise vibes. But he does look at Gwen (and focuses entirely on her eyes), confusion clear on his face. "I mean...I don't really need anything else, so what's there to talk about. Besides, if I have to dress up for something, I can always rent some fancy armor elsewhere."

Shiruba gets a confused look of her own, even if it causes the brown-haired Pooka to immediately focus back on the ocean and take a sip of his drink. "I-I mean...I could stand on dry sand if that makes you feel better? Or watch for threats inland?" Honestly, inland duty sounds more and more ideal as time goes on. And Curtana seems to be absolutely clueless on what Shiruba seems to be getting upset for. This was their party, after all.

Fuka makes a show of taking off her sundress, and despite his better judgement, he still makes the mistake of looking over. What follows suit is a few seconds of shocked staring, his face turning a beautiful shade of red that rivals a ripe tomato, and even an Overheating debuff on the poor Knight. Thankfully nothing worse than that, but it was certainly a close call!

This close call to the edge is rapidly shoved off the edge as Uta literally changes swimsuits right next to him, the shimmering of menu changing making it impossible to ignore! Several of those were just as bad as Fuka's facsimile of a bikini, but at least Uta is embarrased about them! And despite doing his best to give her the proper respect she deserves, alas...she did the impossible. Curtana has a mild nosebleed, enough that his HP actually goes down, just a tick.

Closing his eyes to hide this view from his sight, even the most stalwart knight knows when it is time to retreat. "...it's...very cute..." And with that compliment, Curtana just takes his time to walk inland and away from the others now. The beachhead had been lost.

Shiruba snorts. "Oh great, you people broke Uta." And here everyone thought Curt was the one that was going to snap at some point.

Gwen watches as Uta BSOds but she's sitting down with her tailoring kit out, she's working on making something, she's going at lightning speed as a hawaian shirt and shorts come into existance. She then gets her accessory kit out and is working on a pair of weekend at bernies style shade. All the while she's looking at Curt, as she works out to make ... the shades.

    Fuka watches Uta go through her outfits, fascinated. It's not lewd, thanks to the magic of menu transformations. Even Fuka would have to work to make anything lewd of it! It's fascinating though. Fuka herself generally prefers doing everything she can outside the menu. Dressing is a ritual. If you do it yourself, you know you look your best, or something like that. Initial menuing is important for the fit of course, but she does as much as she can the hard way. She earns it.

    Fuka does start grinning though as Uta rejects one after another, ending up inserting comments and complaints. "That one! Pick that one! No, don't skip to the next... oh okay, that one's kind of hot too!" and so forth. When Uta finally settles on the slime suit though, Fuka can only admire. "Perfection!" she agrees cheerfully.

    Then she pauses, glances around. "Huh, where'd Will go? He didn't drown did he? No? Did he flee Uta?" she laughs. "That's a compliment, you know!" she claims, patting Uta on the shoulder.

"Okay this is getting a little too close to the normal day to day oddities. Time for a change of pace." To which Shiruba goes to find a spot to sprawl out for some sunbathing.

Yes, she can sunbath. She only has floof around her neck/shoulders, ears and tail. And being fully floofy doesn't stop normal canines from sunbathing either, so there!

"Can I get another drink? Hard to beach bum without the coconut cup drinks."

Uther will happily deliver one drink to Shiruba then decend to the pit once more as he has a steady line up of people to feed at this point. Gwen has finished on her project for Curt at this point rising up and stalks off. She's a woman on a mission to get Curt into some beach clothing and she gives a glance over to Uta and SHiruba, yes some sunbathing would be nice. This is a world she's in where she won't burn up in the sun nor blind all the other beach goers...

Uta, of course, grows increasingly flustered at Fukaziroh's cheering, before the last selection that sends her to be semi-catatonic. By the time she manages to snap out of it, all she can hear is "...it's...very cute...", leaving her to stare as Curt retreats.

"What, the swimsuit?", Uta finally says as she points at her item of clothing, far too late for Curtana to hear. She looks down. "Yeah, perhaps this thing is too cutsey. People might get the wrong impression." That said, she jabs at her menu, shimmers once more, and when the light subsides, she's in a... well, it's some sort of brown leather ensemble with brass trimmings, cross between an adventuring outfit and a two-piece swimsuit, completed by bracers: a brown leather bikini top overlayed by three flaps which combine kind of like the top and sides of an'envelope' shape, clasped by her Kein-Eintrag gem, making the ensemble kind of look like a very tiny sleeveless jacket with a window; and the bottom... is a bikini bottom, with ornate brass trimmings all around. Of course, this is a fantasy MMORPG, so there's also ornate bracers and a collar.

"...There. This is the closest to an adventuring outfit I have," she mumbles, before muttering something else to herself. She then looks up and around. "Where's Curtana?", she asks Fuka. "I think I need to go check on him."

Shiruba accepts the drink with a nod. Rolls a shoulder in best she can shrug without sitting back up to Fuka. "Maybe it wasn't his sort of party."

Curtana's retreat succeeded more out of blind luck than anything else. Keeping his eyes closed while walking forward? Rather foolhardy and should had him running into a tree, but Curtana wasn't quite thinking straight. Despite over two years here, he still feels like a pervert if he looks upon any skimpy fantasy outfits, which can lead to the perverted male usually getting beaten into a coma here. Sure, the women here are perfectly fine with being looked at, but he's still feel like a hammer is going to drop on him at any moment if he is caught staring.

So while it might go completely against what he was intending when he started guard at the beach, Curtana was now keeping watch inland, standing guard and looking inward at the plantlife near the concession stand. And with a sigh of relief, Curtana can finally let his guard down and worry only about bloodthirsty monsters.

Gwen is upon Curt in short order with sandals, Shorts, A hawaiian shirt and shades. "Please for the love of the goddesses try these on Curt. She will hand them to him and give him the saddest puppy face she can. "You need some other clothing more than just living in armor. We're stuck in this world and you should live Curt...." Whatever happens she'll will get out of Curts face after that.

"That is pretty much what Fuka keeps telling me," Uta, coming close to Curt, adds to Gwen. "One of those things, at least. Either stop worrying too much about this world, or wear a Hawaiian shirt with shorts. Can't remember which one. But whichever of the two it is, I'm sure it's rather important." A deep, wise nod. "Also, she insists I wear my clothes not using the menu, but the old fashoned way. I..." Pause. "...I will do that one of these days. Maybe. Working on it. Any minute now."

Haru cracks a smile and laughs at the antics befitting Curtana right now. It is like quicksand. The more you thrash, the further down you go! Meanwhile, Haru is on a lawn chair with a coconut drink and straw. Siiiipppp. "Your power it to Heal, Uta," he teases her on the ORIGINS of that statement. And go the bleep to sleep. "Gwen's power is to... fashion?" he looks over to Gwen questioningly. A coconut is raised to Uther, "His is to BBQ and bless him for it."

"To heal. That skill belongs to me" Uta replies to Haru with a bittersweet smile, before she raises her coconut drink for a toast: "To Hope."

Shiruba holds up her own coconut drink from her sunbathing spot. "To Hope!"

Haru raises his coconut to that. "To Hope." And its the rare moment that a genuine and sincere smile forms on Haru's face. Alas, screenshot features are disabled. People will have to remember it the old fashioned way.

Gwen will finish up with Curt whatever happen and joins back in the toast with the rest of the crew. She grins widly "To Hope and to out lives in this world being wonderful!"

What Curtana wasn't expecting was for Gwen and Uta to follow after him! Wasn't the whole reason why he left the beach was to not worry them about his armor? Well, there were other reasons, but let's ignore those. And it seems they both have the wrong idea on why he insists on wearing his armor. Heck, Gwen even made him some clothes on the spot! Now he's just feeling guilty.

The Pooka Knight raps his knuckles along his chest, making a solid 'thud'. "Tell me, what is the first thing you think of when you hear the word 'knight'? For me...it's a stalwart hero in metal armor fighting against the evils of the world. Even when I was a kid, I grew up on stories about those legendary warriors back home. And I always wanted to be one, in a world where they were no longer wanted."

Curtana opens his hand all the way and lays it out on his armored chest now, a soft smile on his face as he remembers previous days. "I don't wear my armor because i'm afraid. I wear it so I can inspire others and protect them, like those stories once did for me. I'm happy to try to live up to those lofty ideals, even if I can never reach them. If I go without my armor...well, i'm just another guy doing his best to live in this new world, that's all."

Doing his best to ignore Gwen's and Uta's revealing attire, he takes the offered clothing. "...but you might have a slight point. I'll wear it for your sake, okay?" And there's absolutely no way he's going to manually wear these clothes right in front of two women staring! Swiping through his menu a few times, Curt shines as his armor is replaced with Gwen's crafted attire. He is a little annoyed that the default loadout of the shirt was to just leave his muscled abs bare to the world, but that's easy to remedy.

Readjusting his new glasses once, Curtana lets out a surprised 'huh' as he takes a quick moment to look around. "This...is a lot better, not going to lie. Thank you, Gwen." And he would join into the sudden toast with his half-empty coconut, raising it upwards. "To hope!"

Gwen beamns at Curt and grins "I'm glad you like it." She now will pull a towel out as she's going to join Shiruba in sun bathing and behaving, oh god where's Morri and good thing this year no fishmen or giant sea life to assail this...party. Well this one...