fluxscapememe | 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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ 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.

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.

[ 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.

❪ it's not exactly the sort of afterlife that he's expecting. one moment, eddie swears that he's dying and in the next― he's upright and out of that hell cave under neibolt. once the doctors and nurses have made sure he was fine, he's on his way... somewhere with an envelope in hand. he doesn't look at it and just walks instead, where? he isn't sure but something would eventually have to make sense.

eventually, eddie realizes, nothing does make sense. he feels at a loss, thrown overboard until he thinks he notices someone familiar. there's no way that mop of messy hair and thick glasses isn't any but richie. for a moment, he just stands there dumbly but eventually marches up with a sigh as he catches the tail end of richie's statement. ❫

Is that really all you're worried about?

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?

❪ immediately, he's rolling his eyes. it's just for a brief moment but eddie figures that richie might actually not know anything about what happened to him. what's going to happen to him? at least, he thinks that, until richie turns to look at him and eddie swears he can see the blood drain out of his face.

for a moment, he can only look away with a heavy look and visibly unsure of what he could say in this moment. right, okay, he should be dead but he's not. he's here, richie's here too and... ❫

I don't know, man. I suddenly woke up in a hospital perfectly fine and then they just send me on my way like a damn thing didn't happen.

Sure. Sure, okay, that...happens.

[ He sounds doubtful, but hey, who is he to argue? He hesitates for just a moment, then crosses the distance to punch him in the shoulder. ]

Asshole.

[ But he pulls him into a hug a second later, so clearly he didn't mean it that much. Okay, no, he did, but only because he watched him die and it was the worst and now he's standing here like he absolutely didn't and Richie is pretty sure he can't think more than a second away in either direction or something's going to fall apart. ]

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?

Wow, that's pretty damn presumptive for a guy who didn't at least try to cast his alleged best friend in one of his goofy movies.

[ Ha. Like they remembered each other, like it had even been plausible until the damn clown dragged them all back together, but it's a good joke anyway. Friendly. He crosses the space to drape an arm across his shoulders companionably, crappy mood lifting at least a little bit in the face of a friendly, well. Face. ]

But I won't say no to encouraging my burgeoning alcoholism. Lean on, mon capitaine!

[Toki hasn't been thinking about clowns, just observing the carnival atmosphere. But this man is right, clowns are usually somewhere around these things. Oh my god. He looks around frantically, like a nervous squirrel. What he's seen will haunt him forever.]

I don't see any!

[Still, Toki finds himself shifting closer to Richie, just in case clowns do show up. When he speaks, it's a loud hissing approximation of a whisper.]

Did you see their spaceship?

See...what?

[ Yeah, no, that's gonna need a repeat. Yes, his clown was an alien, but that doesn't mean he saw the spaceship or even expects one now. ]

Test Drive 1: Beachville

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