Shore Leave: The Beach

May 14, 2019 10:34 pm
Day 1, 1700 hours

Cass and Alex arrive together at the beach. It's right outside the village they are staying in, not more than five minutes by foot from their house doors.
The beach is very clean with warm golden sand and sparkling blue water. There are around twenty other people in view. Half of them are gathered in a group. They look like spacefleet cadets, wearing swimming gear and talking excitedly amongst each other. The others are spread out more, lying on the sand alone or in pairs.
Currently, nobody is swimming, although the water looks very inviting. There is a stand selling drinks as well and a young man is sitting at the counter talking to the bartender.
May 15, 2019 12:10 am
Alex comes to a halt at the edge of the path leading to the beach, watching the children frolic on the sand with a crooked smile. She shakes her head slowly and says to Cass, "Well. Did you ever get a beach vacation when you were a cadet? Back in my day, we had to negotiate a treaty to annex the beach for the Consortium first, and then hope the ocean wasn’t, say... liquid ammonia. Kids these days."

She might be joking.
May 15, 2019 12:44 am
Cass huffs a small laugh, though she seems a little distracted to Alex's perception. Or maybe just disconnected.

"When I was a cadet, I was on report about half the time, so my shore leaves were... infrequent." She gazes out over the beach as though she'd been expecting something better - although there's certainly nothing wrong with the pristine sand and gorgeous blue water. "I see a couple of empty lounge chairs over there," she says, pointing.
May 15, 2019 4:50 am
"These kind of moments make it hard to believe I was ever a cadet. Seems so long ago now."

Alex watches the cadets a moment longer, lost in her own thoughts, her typical dry smile in full evidence. "Looks like you’re staying in command a while longer. How’s that feel?" Alex asks as they head over to the empty chairs. She eyes one of the chairs critically, and brushes some sand off before spreading a beach towel over it.
May 15, 2019 5:42 am
Cass shrugs. "I dunno. Fine, I guess. I'm just so sick of talking to admirals. I've been debriefed so many times I'm pretty sure I'm chafed. I..."

She trails off, dropping into one of the lounge chairs. A large umbrella looms between the two chairs, and she waves a hand to activate the controls, adjusting it so that both chairs are shielded from the sun. She's quiet for a while, then finally says, "The worst part of it is, all of this brass that're heaping praise on me right now? A lot of 'em are the same people who fought my promotion to first officer very recently. Some of them put notes in my file as far back as just past my graduation from the Academy. Now, suddenly, I'm worthy of my rank, even being considered for command." She shakes her head and pushes a button to make her chair recline a little more, closing her eyes.
May 15, 2019 6:38 am
You are interrupted by the familiar sound of a spacefleet communication system that seems to be installed in the umbrella between you two. "Welcome to the planet and the beach. May I bring you something to drink?"
May 15, 2019 6:51 am
"What's the most popular drink ordered for sitting on the beach?"
May 15, 2019 7:00 am
"That depends on a lot of factors, species, age, rank, reason for drinking. But if you're just asking for what's ordered the most overall, I would say a Nekkian Spiderweb. Or a Tea-of-the-Cold if you're not having alcohol."
May 15, 2019 7:10 am
Cass glances at Alex and makes a decision. T"Two Nekkian Spiderwebs, please."
May 15, 2019 7:36 am
"Coming right up", the voice replies and less than a minute later, before you two manage get back into the conversation you were having, the bartender you noticed earlier comes out of his stand carrying a tray with two cocktails. He puts them down between you on a small table around the base of the umbrella, nods at you and returns to his stand without saying a word.
The drinks are white, almost exactly like milk, except for what looks like a thin red web that runs through the whole liquid. When you drink it, you notice it's nothing special, just an average tasting fruity cocktail that is probably mainly popular because of its appearance. The red and the white don't even taste differently as far as you can tell.
May 15, 2019 4:36 pm
Cass tastes the drink, frowns in assessment, takes another drink, and sighs. "Well, this is a bit of a letdown."
May 15, 2019 5:21 pm
Sitting down and stretching out on the lounge chair, Alex still manages to look tense. She sits the way anyone else does, but stiffly. If you didn't know better, you'd wonder if she was actually an android.

Alex takes a drink of the Spiderweb, then holds it up to the light, studying it with an expression of mixed sadness and disdain: curled lip, slumped shoulders. "It's revolting. It's like someone distilled blandness and poured it in a glass. It's offensive in its desperation to avoid being offensive."

She brings it to her mouth again, looking down at it skeptically. Taking one more drink, she grimaces, shakes her head and sets it down. "Nope. It's bad."

Resting her hands in her lap, Alex looks out at the expanse of water, eyes moving from side to side to take in the entire horizon. "Hm. Ocean."
May 15, 2019 5:29 pm
Cass watches this performance with an inward scowl. Only one of them should be allowed to be in a funk at any given time. At this rate, they'll be making a suicide pact before lunchtime.

"Yep, that's an ocean. Feel like a swim?"
May 15, 2019 5:43 pm
"I haven't been swimming in ages," says Alex thoughtfully. "Let's give it a shot."

She climbs out of her chair, stretches her arms out in front of her, and considers a plan of action. She looks over at Cass. Maybe there's something showing on the commander's face, maybe it's the diplomat sense kicking in. Whatever it is, Alex chuckles dryly. "I'm not the best companion, I know. Shore leave is... a foreign concept to me. My... well, let's just say I've been accused of being unable to relax."
May 15, 2019 5:49 pm
"Ah, so that's what the problem is. Well, just about everyone will tell you that's never been an issue for me."

She waves over the comm unit in the umbrella. "Hi. We'd like two Garabnian Tail Twisters, please." She stands up, tosses her sunglasses onto the chair, and sprints toward the water. "Last one in is a Captain Thompson."
May 15, 2019 6:34 pm
Alex opens her mouth to respond, but Cass is already sprinting away. Giving the commander's back an acid look, she mutters, "Now that's a dirty stunt to pull."

But if nothing else, it gets her moving. She may be significantly older and likely slower, but she's not one to back down from a challenge. Off she goes, kicking up sand as she chases after Cass.
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May 15, 2019 6:50 pm
Cass doesn't slow down, intent on not giving Alex an excuse to back out. She keeps running until the water is at hip level, then executes a shallow dive to immerse herself, popping back up a few feet further out and smoothing her short, dark hair back on her head as she watches for Alex.
May 15, 2019 7:20 pm
As Cass checks for Alex, she notices that one cadet from the group has apparently heard her challenge to Alex. It looks like he's laughing at it and relaying it to the others, who also seem to be amused by it. Some of them turn in your direction and look at you both.
May 15, 2019 8:29 pm
Alex isn't all that far behind, long legs helping her make up some of the distance, but not nearly enough. Still, it gives her a chance to pinpoint Cass's location: when the commander pops up out of the water, Alex is within leaping distance.

"Call ME a Captain Thompson, will you?" she calls out, laughing. "Permission to dunk you under the water, Commander?"

Of course, she's already jumping at Cass, fully intending to knock her into the water. Politely. Mostly.
OOC:
Rolling Feelings. Just for fun.

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May 15, 2019 8:36 pm
Cass is leaning back, half floating and half treading water even though the depth is only to her chin. She watches in utter amazement as Alex vaults toward her, only to execute an awkward belly flop a good two or three feet away from Cass. She can't help but laugh. "Permission granted, after you report to sickbay for a check of your depth perception."
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