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Test Drive 1: Beachville

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Upon Arrival

Just ask anyone, Beachville is the most beautiful city anywhere! That's exactly what the NPCs will tell you with a genuine smile on their faces and a happy nod. It even just might be true. For a beach as crowded as it is, it's surprisingly clean! The sand is just right. Not too hot and soft to the touch. The water is so blue you can see marine life swimming just under the surface. A variety of multicolored fish. Dolphins. The occasional mermaid.

...yes, that was in fact a mermaid! They're playful, don't worry. They won't try to drown you, Maybe just knock you off your surfboard with a laugh and a flash of a shimmery tail as they swim off to who knows where.

There are still sharks in that very blue, very clear water, but they're not interested in you in the slightest. In fact, they seem very keen on avoiding you.

There's so much to do here in Beachville! There's fishing off the docks, well away from where people are swimming. There's a boardwalk with almost every shop imaginable. A tattoo artist, a piercing parlor, a place to buy silly souvenirs like hermit crabs in cages, or ridiculous shirts. There's so much food to be tried; Pizzas, Salt Water Taffy's, lemonades of various flavors and some of the best burgers and fries you've ever had!

If the day-life isn't for you, wait until dark. The amusement park (which opens at sunrise and runs until 2 AM), lights up the night in a fantastic and colorful display, the sounds of the roller coasters and laughing guests heard for miles around, and part of the docks turns into an open air nightclub, complete with dance floor, beverages for all and alcohol for anyone over eighteen. Don't try to trick the bartender. They'll know.

If the hustle and bustle and noise of the beach isn't for you, don't worry. There are many resorts nearby with their own private swimming pools and entertainment. There are coffee shops on almost every street, various boutiques and curios to look at and a movie theater or two.

Don't worry; you'll also find the more necessary stores like grocery stores (where there is something for almost everyone), pharmacies, book stores, clothing stores, hardware stores. There's even a police station, fire house and hospital.

But that's not what Beachville is about! Everyone needs a vacation, right?

Beachville Locations
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	Beachville Boardwalk and Amusements Just what it says on the tin. Every possible Boardwalk location you can think of is here. Tattoo parlors, really cheesy t-shirts and hideous beach attire, awesome food of highly dubious nutritious value. There are also rides, like a huge ferris wheel, bumper cars, spinning rides and a huge roller coaster. At night, part of the boardwalk closes and turns into a place for dancing, drinking (For anyone over eighteen) and watching fireworks every weekend until 2 AM.
	The Surf Board There are three of these places located along the beach, and each one seems to be run by surfers in 'business attire'. Of course, by business attire, we mean these shirts and khaki shorts. They're here for all your surfing needs whether it be board rentals, lessons or even board purchases and care products. Dude.
	Shellfish Shack A small, outdoor restaurant right beside the fishing docks that can happily boast the freshest, most inexpensive seafood. There are crabs, lobsters, shellfish of many edible varieties and other seafood, besides. They also sell fresh catches by the pound that you can cook yourself at home, so go ahead and buy some! And be sure to buy some of their fresh made lemonade by the gallon. It's known all over Beachville as the best.
	Beach Breeze The Perfect place outdoors to grab a smoothie or any kind of fruit juice. They also serve the best shaved ice you've ever had in your life. What a great way to beat the heat!

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"Them that know me call me the Shade." he replied simply. "And it ain't well known, but new homes fall within my sphere of influence as readily as death 'n grief do."

Stepping closer, he offered her his hand to shake.

"I'm a death god, little soldier--and you are a soldier. Look to your gut, you know I'm speakin' truthfully. I'm here to look out for you...and to see you safely through that door."

There was a flicker to her lashes when he told her where he had been before he was brought to this place and she couldn't help feel a bit chilled. Mostly because she had been on a battlefield of sorts as well.

"Why do you call me a soldier?" She asked him curiously after lifting her own glass to salute him before taking a sip. Then she relaxed with a small smile as the wine he had picked from her was definitely more enjoyable than his own port.

Then she snorted, glancing over her shoulder. "I don't know, it kind of seems like there are more people here than before."

"New homes? So you're...a realtor of some kind?" Allison asked with a hint of a smirk since she knew full well that wasn't what he was getting at. Except that she didn't know what it was he was trying to say or maybe she was just missing it on purpose when he mentioned death and grief.

Then she stilled as he revealed that he was some kind of death god. Not that she knew if she really believed him or not but something felt true about his words.

It also stirred a rush of grief inside of her as she looked up at him and swallowed thickly. "So, this is some kind of afterlife, isn't it?"

Charlie is taller, so when she reaches to poke his shoulder Luke ends up with a nudge that knocks his hat askew. He's too busy trying to fix it to answer immediately, though he does look towards the water when she urgently instructs him to. One of the mermaids waves when he spies her.

"...mermaids aren't real," is his very eloquent response. He doesn't mind mermaids so much, but if they're real then there are plenty more dangerous mythical creatures that could be about, and Luke isn't interested in any of that nonsense.

Also, while Luke will politely defer mentioning that Charlie is swearing at a thirteen-year-old, he might fidget uncomfortably when she does so. He's been taught to mind his language, please and thank you!

The second she realizes she swore around a kid, she turns red and looks apologetic, ducking her head slightly with a small cringe on her face. She didn't like swearing around kids. They deserved to hear better, not the potty mouth of some 26 year old girl who can't control what she says sometimes.

"Those look pretty real to me," Charlie says as she watches the mermaids dive into the water and swim surprisingly fast as they played some kind of game of tag together. Maybe it was tag. She couldn't tell entirely. She just saw flashes of vibrantly colored fins breaching the water and some pretty amazing jumps into the air.

"Sorry for cursing around you, by the way."

[ roll out the carpet ]
[ Fresh out of Derry -- again -- although at least a few weeks removed, the last thing Richie expects is to turn down an alley and end up on a damn beach. It's not that L.A. doesn't have beaches, clearly, but it's...not L.A. Very much so. Doesn't smell the same, doesn't look the same, doesn't have that one guy he's not sure is homeless or just lives there until it's time to head home. The booth stands in the way regardless, and he tries to walk away but the guy calls to him, and after a loud put-upon huff he wanders over. Takes the offerings with a wide grin he doesn't feel and a few pithy, empty jokes, and wanders off at the earliest opening.

He looks down at his hands where the old guy shoved something at him, an envelope with a few things he barely looks at because the whole thing practically reeks of a dream. The contents will probably change every time he looks anyway, but he makes a big show of looking. Weird money, keys, and a map to somewhere. ]

What, no condoms? No booze vouchers? Not even a lei? What the hell kinda lame beach town is this?

[ on the boardwalk ]

[ Eventually he finds his way to the 'amusements', not that he feels particularly amused. He wants a drink, and to sleep for a month, and for everything to stop feeling like he's been raked over the coals a few dozen times. The boardwalk is too close to the carnival, to clowns, to every fucking shitty thing about Derry, and he grumbles and scowls, stalking through the place like it's some masochistic penance he has to pay. ]

What I wouldn't give for a baseball bat right now. Just take the whole fucking thing down.

I swear, if there's a clown here I'm gonna lose it.

There's a corpse in a black and white striped lounge chair on the beach, under and umbrella of an identical pattern, wearing a full suit of the same. There's a theme here, obviously.

While by all appearances it should be time to alert the authorities, it's actually just a demon who doesn't need to breathe and lacks a pulse, taking a nap. If anyone is brave enough to get past the appearance and smell, he'll wake up and annoy his new ~~temporary~~ bestie, until they regret bothering him.

No clowns.

[ There's a small blonde girl standing nearby, picking at funnel cake that was buried under a mountain of chocolate whipped cream and cherries. She looks pretty chill for now, even with the subtle people watching. ]

The people running the games are the usual con-artists, but nothing too exciting. I'd watch the guy running the balloon dart game, though. He's pretty shifty.

Listen, okay. You can't just be a corpse on the beach and expect one Gwendolyn Maxine Stacy, daughter to Detective Howard Stacy to not be highly concerned about this. So there's a blonde girl with a bright blue surfboard nearby, looking around for some manner of help as she watches the corpse carefully.

Not only is her 'daughter of a detective' side kicking in, but her spider-half is now wondering if Beachville has a murderer.

"Hey, can you...just keep walking and ignore me?" Gwen says to a passerby who did literally the very thing she just complained about. "No, that's cool. It's just a corpse on the beach. No biggie. Fuck you, too." Muttered to herself with a shake of her head.

"Well, now what?"

Beetlejuice opened one amber eye and blinked at the sun before yawning from his shady spot.

"I recommend getting ice cream." His voice sounded as if he either smoked 12 packs a day, or took sandpaper to his own vocal cords.

If there were a ceiling over her head, she'd be sticking to it right now. The sudden voice behind her makes her jump with a slight gasp and she turns to look, wide eyed and a bit alarmed. Her senses were good enough where she knew the voice came from him, but she's also aware she hadn't heard breathing or even a heartbeat from where she stood. So this was really unsettling.

"Okay, I'm pretty sure you were dead a moment ago." So she listens for a moment, focusing on the guy for a second or two before her nose wrinkles in confused.

"You're still dead." That's what she's gathering, anyway. "Wow, I thought I left all the weird stuff behind me when I left the Voidtrain."

[ Well at least somebody looks chill, because Richie looks miserable; like he hasn't slept in days, more stubble even than his usual, but at least he's upright?

There's an almost imperceptible shift in body language when she assures him there aren't any clowns, like a breath held too long suddenly let out. ]

Shifty how? I mean, other than the way that literally everybody that works at these places is shifty as fuck.

"Massive Multiplayer Online. It's...the whole acronym is MMORPG. Massive Multiplayer Online Roleplaying Game. Like World of Warcraft. Only the game I like is called Heavens Hellfire. Most of my constructs come from there."

He plays it often enough where he knows most of the details of the creatures in the game, which is why his creations are so detailed in their own way. Even down to how they move. There's valid reason for why he knows all these details, too, but he's not going to get into it.

The angel happily shakes her finger and flits off, vanishing somewhere over her shoulder. And Eugene looks thoughtful.

"Okay, I'm gonna try to recreate the dagger you just made...but...don't laugh if it's wrong." He's not too concerned she'll laugh at him. That's more him joking than a serious worry.

But he does give this his best effort, the same flicker of blue-white pixels around his hand and an okay approximation of the dagger forms. It's not quite as solid as hers, the pixels flickering around it and occasionally looking like it's glitching just a bit. He tried, though. A for effort, right?

A corpse!? on the Beach? He just dealt with this shit and now there's another one? How did no one notice this? Adults just aren't that observant, huh? Well, his dad's not around and he can't find that one guy that he thought was kinda cool so does that mean it's up to him?

Probably! Adults are so unreliable who's to say the police would even do anything? They haven't yet. So, while the dead guy's napping on the Beach the small seven year old moves over and checks for a pulse by checking the wrist. He might be a little off though-he's never actually done this before.

Luke smiles, tipping his hat just slightly at her. "S'okay, miss! I...well, if the Professor didn't say gentleman didn't use that sort of language, I think I might've said something like that too."

Considering the boy's strong British accent and overall mannerisms, it might be slightly hard to believe him when he says he'd be swearing about fucking mermaids.

The mermaid with the blue tail and a rainbow of shells in her hair smiles at him when he looks back at the water, and he tips his head thoughtfully. "...they do look real. But they're not supposed to be."

"Right." Tandy nods at the explanation which helps her to understand a bit better what he is talking about. Of course, she knows what World of Warcraft was though because who didn't? The rest of it? Not so much but it isn't like she'd had a lot of time or opportunity to play games like that, especially not lately.

She smiles briefly at the angel, returning the little shake before letting her hand fall away as she watches the figure flit away and ultimately disappear.

Turning back to Eugene, she pauses with a curious little smile before nodding. "Go ahead."

She isn't going to judge him for trying if he has the ability to do so because she knows it won't be quite the same. That and it is kind of nice to meet someone else who has an ability who doesn't seem completely evil right off the bat. Sure, there could be a lot lurking under the surface but so far he seems to be okay.

"That's pretty good." She decides as she leans forward to study it but still keeps her distance before smirking cutely at him. "Is it tangible?"

Beetlejuice opened both eyes and sat up, stretching slightly. "Yep. Born dead demon from hell, right here."

He gave the girl a fangy grin.

Beetlejuice opened one eye to watch the kid for a moment. Fully unable to resist the temptation, he waited for the kid to become engrossed in checking for a pulse before he said, "Boo!"

Sadly, It takes quite a bit to scare this little brat. He is startled of course, but other than a small, sharp intake of breath and his eyes briefly going wide in shock there's no sign he was scared at all. Even the shocked expression melts into something more sour and annoyed.

"I thought you were dead. You smell awful." Manners? What Manners?

The fangy grin may just get a small 'huh' from Gwen as she tilts her head just a bit. She kinda digs this dude, just a little bit. He wasn't the weirdest thing she's ever actually spoken to. There was that guy with metal legs and a scorpion tail. He was wild.

"Interesting. I'm Gwen. New in town."

"Oh, I am dead. And, I know." At least he isn't bothered by the lack of manners.

Beetlejuice reached into his jacket and dug around for a battered business card. While he'd discovered immediately upon arrival he was visible, his curse was still in effect. It made introductions awkward, but, he'd found some ways to work around it.

Showing his card was the easiest route. (Although, not as much fun as charades.)

The card simply read: Betelgeuse in a normal font. Below that was a hand drawn doodle of a beetle and a juicebox.

"Likewise new. Nice to meet you, Gwen." It might be the only time he got her name correct.

The look on his face says just how much he believes that statement which is to say that he doesn't at all. Dead people don't talk and they certainly move around at all.

"You should really take a bath then, it's really unpleasant. Someone might get concerned." Obviously, he not. Even if he tried to check for a pulse. Why would he be worried about some stranger he doesn't even know?

"Mostly people just complain," Beetlejuice said, thinking of Lydia. "I doubt people are gonna be concerned for me."

He was sporting a few patches of moss on his neck and forehead, but, it was a little hard to see unless someone was really looking hard.

Arrival

...well. As inconveniences go, this could be worse.

With her welcome packet and keys firmly in hand, Anne makes her way to her new house with a cheerful spring in her step. Yes, she's worried about Paw Paw and her parents, Jolene and Christine and Harvey...

But this place held all manner of promise. Incredible things were going to happen here, and she was looking forward to experiencing all of them.

So it is that anyone on the streets will be able to find a very cheerful, very buxom blonde in the bikini she had on for a photoshoot before she was whisked away, strolling along humming some tuneless, upbeat little melody as she rifles through her pamphlets as she walks along.

Beach Breeze

A little shopping after she's settled, and Anne has picked up a more modest sheer white slip dress, giving glimpses of the bikini beneath so she can explore her new home. It takes her to the Beach Breeze, where she stands in line to order some shaved ice to take with her while she does a bit more wandering.

She's debating what flavor she wants when a familiar feeling creeps over her--it's pure instinct, just a little pool of sensation in her gut before knowledge fills her head. It's not a call from on high, not miraculous or magical, it just...is.

Paw Paw calls it the Sight. She calls it...well, she doesn't. She may not be entirely human, but magic isn't real.

She's just never wrong. Ever.

So when that feeling comes, she accepts it, smiles, and turns to the person behind her.

"Hi! Would you mind switching places with me? You're going to spill your fruit punch shaved ice, and if you go first I can avoid it. I'm so sorry, it's just that this dress is new..."

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Anne Forsythe - Original Character