The Beach, Early Morning Saturday

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord had been stuck on this island a few weeks now, and it seemed as though every new day brought around another series of questions. Today's, it seemed, were going to be about simpler things, at least. More familiar things. His first sunrise on the island had been something steeped in confusion, spent wondering at the missing moon and the all-wrong stars and the uncomfortable feeling of waking up on the beach again, so soon after what had come before.

Today, he intended to actually take that sunrise in. And so he'd made his way from the hotel to the shore a little before dawn, looking up at the lone waxing crescent moon set up in the sky until the first rays of morning light began to draw his attention down over the water's surface.

In Port Damali, it would have been the sunset he was watching over the water. At sea, either. The novelty of sitting on dry land and watching the sun creep up over the sea was something, too, that made him ache for home. But he made the best of it, planting his palms in the sand, leaning back, and drinking it in all the same.

At least, he supposed, he'd been kidnapped away to an island. If he'd been landlocked on top of the rest of it, he likely wouldn't have been handling this half as well.

[OOC: Open beach is open!]

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[mages_suck]

Fenris went very still for a moment. Carnal. Submissive. Oh.

He threw Fjord a glance, "If you need to vomit, I promise not to laugh."

Fjord was a little more green than usual.

[built_fjord_tough]

"I'll be fine," Fjord replied, shaking his head. "I'm not the vomiting sort."

Yet?

[mages_suck]

"Good to know," Fenris remarked, "Your color was off. I wasn't sure."

He eyed the road again. Another loud rumbling, different than the last. "We can always ask someone else later. Describing the ..car..to a person instead of a machine might produce different results."

A beat, "Without using that word."

Ever.

[built_fjord_tough]

"I'm striking that word from my vocabulary entirely," Fjord replied, glancing back up the road to see what this next oncoming car was.

More rectangular?

He blew out a breath.

"I have to wonder if perhaps we ought to have brought along some manner of guide."

[mages_suck]

"That one's all one piece," Fenris noted, "Not like the last one that had a ..head and thorax."

He threw Fjord a glance, "Didn't you say people had offered? Perhaps we should go find one of them."

The bus zoomed past, a wake of air making his hair float around like a dandelion clock for a moment. Predictably, Fenris scowled about it.

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord watched it go by, and then looked back at Fenris with a nod.

"That might be for the best," he agreed. "Head back to the island for now, and come back with somebody who knows their way around?"

Somebody who could warn them away from the large segmented rumbling cars.

[mages_suck]

"Let's," Fenris agreed. He glanced at the road, "You check that direction, I'll check this, when it's clear, we run?"

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord gave a sharp nod at that, and then looked in the direction indicated.

"Clear on my side," he reported.

... Someone really needed to teach these boys about crosswalks.

[mages_suck]

"Clear here," Fenris called, looking the other way. Then, he sprinted across the black pavement.

Just in case.

When he reached the far side, he turned and looked for Fjord.

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord had a pretty decent sprinting speed, thank you. He'd kept pace, stopping on the other side of the street just a half-step behind Fenris, giving him a little nod.

"So," he said, giving him a crooked grin. "Roads."

Earth was weird.

[mages_suck]

"Roads," Fenris agreed wholeheartedly, turning to throw a small frown at the one they'd crossed.

Why did the half-orc and the elf cross the road? To not get hit by a f'n car, thanks.

"..Let's go investigate the ones that aren't moving again."

[built_fjord_tough]

"Let's do that," Fjord agreed, shaking his head and chuckling. "I think for the time being, I like those ones the best anyway."

[mages_suck]

Fenris threw him an answering grin and began walking back across the causeway. "There was one that looked a little more elegant than the others."

The Bentley.

[built_fjord_tough]

"My guess is it belongs to a wealthier individual than the two-wheeled ones," Fjord mused.

... Eh, one of those bikes was Hannibal's, too.

[mages_suck]

"I would imagine," Fenris agreed. "I keep trying to picture a two-legged horse." A beat. "Not a pleasant imagining. I keep seeing a horse cut in half."

[built_fjord_tough]

"... Lengthwise or crossways?"

Sometimes you just had to ask these things.

Especially not five minutes after watching a friend nearly get turned into paste by a giant wasp-car.

[mages_suck]

"Lengthwise. One hoof forward, one back."

He thought about it, "Crossways would make more sense. Then it could just walk like a man."

[built_fjord_tough]

"That," Fjord decided, "is a horrifying thought."

...

"And now I can't get that image out of my head."

So, that was getting added to the fucking list.

[mages_suck]

Fenris laughed a little, "Sorry? You did ask."

He wasn't laughing at Fjord. He was laughing because it was a horrifying thought.

He climbed up and walked along the causeway wall, just for fun.

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord... did not climb up onto the causeway wall, content to just walk alongside Fenris on solid ground.

"Guess I got what was coming to me," he allowed, smiling crookedly. "Overall, that was a very... educational trip to the mainland."

And they didn't even get flattened by a semi!