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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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[ARRIVAL]

She wasn't sure why she didn't kill the man called Jerry...she blamed the fact she'd been plucked from a convention of the clans and that the sudden absence of those shrill, whiny bloody Shockclaw put her in a better mood.

Soon as she hit the streets, however, welcome packet in hand and keys in her pocket, she found herself irritated, worried, and in the mood to kill someone again.

Finding the address of her new home takes an edge off--a smallish warehouse, not unlike the one from home. There's loads of room downstairs, and the loft apartments she keeps above bathe her in all the luxuries of home, along with a few choice trinkets that help to soothe her some.

It's nice...but like all good things, it doesn't last. And she needs distracting before she decides to shift form and eat a few people for fun and profit.

[BOARDWALK AFTER DARK]

...yeah, Katie really wants to kill someone. Slowly.

Finding a place with a bar and decent whisky, she keeps to herself and drinks to stay occupied. She's starting to remember precisely why she agreed to lead the Steelwraith and the clans as a whole: it gave her something to do. People to talk to...a purpose.

She doesn't have that here--it's a feeling she can't pin down, this itchy, achy thing low in her chest, the cloud over her head that leads her to brooding and a strange homesickness for simpler times with Mother and Da on the farm.

She doesn't understand the feeling others call loneliness--and when she doesn't understand how she feels, only blood will suffice.

So she drinks, and she scans the establishment, searching for the individual she'd have the most fun torturing and slaughtering.

"...am I a cat?..."

By the time she realizes her cat is gone, said cat has been scooped up by a young man with broad shoulders, glasses...and a shock of bubblegum pink hair.

Said young man with a deep, sonorous voice that doesn't match his face and stature, is holding the cat under her armpits, staring into her face and making her dance a little as he does a voice for her.

This is...weird. Cats hate him. This one is weirdly chill. He can, like, touch her and everything.

Then her owner walks up (oh shit super hot don't be a dumbass don't be a dumbass), drawing his attention with a big, cheesy smile.

"Allergic? I'm not allergic to cats, I'm just--OWFUCKINGSHITBALLSINASSCOCK!!!"

The yelp of pain comes when the cat suddenly wrenches free with a yowl and rakes her claws right across his face, knocking his glasses clean off his head. He drops her onto the table he's sitting at, clutching his face with a couple little smears of blood oozing between his fingers.

"...tits." he curses, muffled behind his hand as he draws it away from his face, blinking owlishly.

His face is streaked in blood, smeared by the pressure of his hand--but there's no evidence whatsoever that he had been scratched, the skin beneath the blood smooth and unmarked.

"You won't--trust me, I'm never wrong." she replied cheerfully, managing to say those exact words with no trace of ego or arrogance.

Switching places with Peter, she ushers him ahead of her in line with what can only be called a maternal hand on his shoulder--then when he's standing in front of her, she makes a small, displeased sound, and there are slim, delicate fingers at the nape of his neck adjusting his shirt.

"Whoops! Sorry, sweetie--you had a rogue tag back here. Just fixed you up is all."

"Bellora!" Rhian is quick to admonish her cat, picking the feline up with a scowl and then an apologetic look at the man her cat scratched. She's noticed the blood so, with her cat under one arm, she's turning to grab a napkin. Bellora kind of growls some but a look from Rhian, probably accompanied by a faint, very faint hissing sound, silences the cat.

"I'm really sorry about her," she says holding out the napkins to the guy.

"She's been in a mood since we showed up here. She usually doesn't scratch."

The demon wasn't drinking, he was merely munching on an appetizer, watching a woman crowd watch. He flicked a potato skin at her to gain her attention.

"S'up, Red?"

Without looking up, Katie's hand shot out--and yes, those were gleaming steel claws tipping her fingers, upon which the offending potato skin had been skewered mid-flight.

"Yer time, ye gobshite." she declared, low voice thick with an Irish brogue and no small measure of irritation as dark eyes finally slid a sour look in the obnoxious guy's direction.

With a flick of her claws, she sent the potato skin hurling back in his direction.

"And because I'm such a sportin' lass, I'll give you a three second head start." She paused, flashing him a bright, cheerful smile that didn't touch her eyes.

"Then I'm gonna draw and quarter ye, and wear yer guts for garters."

There was a playful smile that flickered across her lips before she pressed them together again, enjoying the hint of a stutter and the fact that her smirk had affected him in some way. Not that she should be thinking about that, mind you.

Focusing on the dagger, she waited for permission before reaching out to lightly brush her fingers along the top. Blinking as she realized he was right about the feel of it, she shifted her hand under his, her fingers brushing against his as she waited for him to hand the dagger over if he was willing.

"That's so cool."

"Oooooh. Kinky."

The demon batted his eyes at her, grinning widely. "What's got you so worked up, Red?"

The playful smirk is very foreign to him. He's usually the guy girls ignored. The chose other guys before they'd even think to choose him. But he'd learned to be fine with that. The smirk gets a small smile in return from him, even as his ears turn a little bit red.

He turns his hand over and drops the hardlight dagger into hers, fingers brushing hers a tiny bit. Unintentionally.

"Like I said...there's weight. And it's sharp." And there are added details from the game he mentioned. Faint runes that come from designs in his game. Not that he'd expect her to know that. It was just his own added flare.

Tandy had been distracted and so she knows it's her fault when she notices the open manhole just a second too late. Luckily, someone else nearby had noticed it too and manages to catch her, jerking her slightly off-balance as they pull her to the left to avoid falling in.

Of course, she stiffens in response despite the save, twisting about to look up at the man who is letting go of her even as he goes on about the manhole. At least, she thinks that is what he is talking about as she blinks up at him.

"I'm not a kid." She tells him then as she tucks some hair back from her face. "Plus I'm sure I've heard worse."

Some of what he was saying was just too weird and yet it didn't seem like he was lying. But she still shot him a bit of a look before focusing on the house or so it seemed. The truth was that she was still rolling the information around in her head as she wondered if he had really walked around Heaven or Hell.

"What does it matter to you?" She asked softly, wrapping her arms around herself.

"Are women not allowed to be soldiers where you're from?" Allison asked curiously, watching him with a briefly unreadable gaze. She wondered what he might think if he knew that she had actually been raised to be a fighter and a leader while the men in her family were meant to be soldiers.

Not that she wanted to talk about that.

Then she sobered, his words striking true as she looked at her wine and tried to breathe through the pain that existed for the next second. Licking her lips, she looked up at him again before nodding a bit. "It's not a nice feeling, is it?"

Watching her...for Cyrano, it was a problem. This woman, this soldier, this...wilting flower, too long out of the sun...

He wasn't even aware the poem was in his head until it spilled from his lips.

"She grew in the hardest packed earth,
the little silver violet.
There was no glory in her birth,
the seed that bore her: pure granite.

Upon the grave mound she was sown;
a nameless soldier's final rest.
She saw no sun 'neath his tombstone,
her roots drew strength from in his breast.

Her petals wilted ev'ry day
while her stem turned thick and heavy;
One by one, she lost her soft grey
while her leaves protruded sharply.

She drank of death, she tasted war,
the battle gave her no respite
'Neath hard packed earth, a sword was born
From the little silver violet."

His eyes never left her face as he composed, his attention never wavered--his heart raced with something he didn't want to name. Through the lens of words, he saw something heart-stopping beneath the blood and the grit that stained her lovely features and the line of her shoulders. He saw...he felt a link between himself and the rest of the human race.

Something that transcended even his nose to connect him with someone else.

"May I ask your name, madameoiselle?" he asked after a long, quiet moment at the end of his poem, bright blue eyes sharp and curious as they ran over her face.

Not as lame as Derry. Gotta give it that.

[Yes, that is a familiar voice coming up behind him, with his own welcome packet in one hand. Bill is still kind of confused, at a loss...and nowhere near as scared as he probably should be.

The whole fucking thing reeks of something like Pennywise might come up with before it all went to shit...but he knows it's not. Down in his gut, he just knows it's okay.

And Richie's here--so fuck his gut. That's all the proof he needs that everything's okay.

So have a big, dopey grin from the nerd standing a few feet away, waving with his handful of an envelope.]

Does it count as a b-b-b-booze voucher if your b-b-best friend shows up at the same time to buy you a drink?

Emi had a bad bad feeling settled in the pit of her stomach and it had nothing to do with this place that she had been pulled to and every bit to do with the fact that she had no idea where her mate was.

It was a feeling that had tempted her to fry Jerry or Jimmy or whatever his ass was but she hadn't. She wasn't the violent one in her pairing, not usually, but she had been very tempted. What the hell did they think about bringing her here? Or what were they thinking by bringing her here without Katie? Clearly they didn't know it was a bad idea to separate them.

That was the thought on her mind as she prowled down the boardwalk, her dark eyes dancing about as she tried to figure out what she was going to do or how she was going to get home. That thought plagued her the most as she flipped back some dark hair from her face and slowed to a stop for a minute, standing just outside the window of some bar that was filled inside. Not that she was looking there but glancing outward, a frown fixed in place on her red lips.

She had decided on someone to kill--a striking brunette with pretty tits and whisky colored eyes when something...shifted.

Something that hurt. Something that reminded her of the fun she had as a fledgling, watching Da slaughter the pigs or put down a lame horse. Something that brought back the sharp childhood memories of a switch to her backside because she'd gone out and eaten one of the sheep again just to hear the bones crunch in her strong metal teeth.

Something that reminded Katie of what she was...that she'd been born broken. Even by the standards of the dragons.

Snarling to herself, she picks up her glass, slams back the last of her whisky, turns on her stool to get up and take her kill--

--when she looks out the bar window and sees her. The woman her chosen kill is a cheap facsimile of, dark as night and pale as the moon and all but glowing with the electricity that runs through her veins.

The reason she'd been so on edge since she got here. The reason she craved blood. The thing so massive, so debilitating, so bloody important she'd made herself not think of it, so forcibly not think of it that the act almost became forgetting.

Except Katie couldn't forget the name that was soldered onto her gleaming metal bones now, the eyes that were the color of the dark she saw behind closed eyelids in the night...the arms that had driven her to her knees and kept her there.

The hole she thought to fill with blood is now full of Emi, and Katie can't move or even breathe under the weight of it--too afraid she's hallucinating, too afraid she'll melt into nothing if Katie moves the wrong way.

So she stands, she stares--she wills Emi to just turn her head to the left so she'll see Katie through the low-lit window.

Katie's smile doesn't waver--in fact, there's a flicker of connection, something grimly amused flicking through her eyes before they go cold and dead again.

"I'm a dragon--I don't need a reason." she replies evenly, then pauses before...

"...three."

He just shrugged at that, rolling his shoulders after the fact.

"I'm a god." he said simply. "Death god in particular, but I have...you might call 'em spheres of influence. Certain folks I prefer to look after, certain situations I'm well equipped to aid. For instance, I'm also the god of grief, and of loss."

He regarded her quietly, expression sobering.

"Both hang heavy 'round your neck, little soldier. Got inside...makes you mine to look after. Mine to aid."

Beetlejuice snapped his fingers, teleporting to and empty barstool with his remaining potato skins. “Demon. Already dead.”

Katie blanches at the sudden teleportation, losing her smile when he explains his condition.

Sagging, she scowls into her whisky.

"Ah, shite."

Allison fell quiet as he started to speak, uttering a poem that she didn't recognize and wondered if it was his own creation. She felt almost stripped naked by it and revealed, her throat tightening as each word struck at the heart of her being.

She couldn't find the words to speak when he finished, merely staring at him for a long minute as he looked at her. Then he was finally asking for her name and she almost couldn't remember. It felt like another broken part of her stripped away by the sword that had buried itself in the middle of her body.

"Allison," She murmured when it came back to her. "Allison Argent."

"Mine looks really plain next to these." Except hers were very bright and capable of doing a lot of damage when she wanted them to. She had also figured out that she could make them go into people without doing any damage but she doesn't think that will be needed any time soon. Or so she hopes.

Turning his dagger this way and that, she studies the runes even though she doesn't recognize them whatsoever. Then she smiles again as she hands the dagger back to him to will away if he chooses.

"Thanks for showing me. I know it can be kind of weird to share your power with someone. I...didn't like to show anyone for a long time." Of course, her power is still new to her too.

Argent. The revelation startled him just a little--but pleasantly so.

Was it a happy accident, or a sign from Fate? Did the muse truly speak to him that this one woman might hear the voice of the universe, or was that gleam embedded in her inherent loveliness.

Regardless, it was a feeling he could hardly describe--a strange sort of rush and security, running his fingers along the razor's edge of a blade and coming away uncut.

"Argent." he echoed back, that flicker of surprise melting into a heavy but dazzling smile, broad and bright. "That's the title, then."

“Born dead, actually.” He ate a potato skin, watching her reaction with amusement.

Listen, if I'm at a beach town, I at least gotta get leied otherwise what's the point?

[ The words are automatic, the punchline that was just waiting for the setup, but it's only afterwards he realizes he knows that voice. He turns, and the bottom of his stomach drops out, the blood in his veins turns to ice, and for a very long moment he looks undecided as to whether he wants to throw up or pass out. Very possibly both.

It's Eddie. It's Eddie and he's whole, he's not dead. It echoes through his skull on repeat, short-circuits anything else he was going to say. ]

Ed... What the... What the fuck, man?

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Test Drive 1: Beachville

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