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Who: Roxy Morton (

akron) & you.
What: Roxy visits Flona Cove.
When: first week of may
Where: flona cove
Warning(s): n/a

ONE: BONFIRES & TREATS

( there's a celebratory mood in the air and while roxy doesn't quite trust that it will last — that the armistice will last — she certainly enjoys it. she also enjoys the salt in the air and the rush of the waves against the shore. there are many lines of poetry about the sea, about salt and sand and water. roxy understands the appeal.

one stand claims to sell drinks that make one capable of breathing underwater and roxy stops near it, considering. )

Has anyone tested that claim yet?

TWO: FIGHT CLUB

( roxy ends up visiting the fight club. it's not that she's incapable of not following up on whispered rumours and hints, that she can't let a mystery go, it's that she's disinclined to. so here she is — a young woman in a pretty sundress and a straw hat, not particularly tall or strong-looking — watching the fight that's on-going.

she winces, now and again — but while it is in all the right places to make someone believe that she's unused to the sight of violence, that it isn't it at all. it's that the people fighting look like bloody amateurs. )

This is undignified. ( she complains after a moment, though only quietly. )

THREE: WILDCARD

( ooc: want to catch roxy talking a stroll along the beach, having a cocktail in a beachside bar or sitting in a beach chair under an umbrella? come at me! hmu @ abiosis if you want a more personalised starter or w/e!! )

Threaded | Flat

[From somewhere slightly to her right, a loud voice pops up.] You're tellin' me.

[Followed by, a much louder, and directed at the fighters:] YOU CALL THAT A PUNCH, YOU IDIOT? I can punch harder than that and my fists are as thick as your left pinky. Unbelievable. Did your grandma teach you that move?

[Come for the fighting, stay for the heckling raccoonoid standing on the bench beside her so he can see over the crowds. He seems to have mostly worked his way there in the last ten minutes or so. These places are never accommodating to the short.]

[ Ah. Another unsuspecting passersby, about to get reeled in without warning. Quickly, before the cheerful merchant can down some of her concoction down the poor young woman's throat: ]

I would be cautious if I were you, miss. I had the unfortunate experience of buying a drink from that vendor not three stalls up the road, and it turned my skin the most uncomplimentary shade of green.

[ Frederick sighs, long-suffering. Clearly someone here is a member of the #Nofunallowed club. ]

Perhaps you might be able to breathe underwater, but I daresay the ability would come with a matching set of gills.

[ The merchant pulls back, sputtering in offense. ]

And yet, here you are.

[ Too much to say it's curiosity entirely? Bruce has been placing a few careful bets — always nice to get one's money's worth after the end of the day. He's not in the mood to bleed them dry, regardless of whether they're one of those that could use the comeuppance or not. ]

TWO

one.

two.