In the aftermath of a rather unusual experience in the hotel lobby that morning, Billy was not exactly enamored with the mega-hotels with amenities upon amenities crowding the shoreline of the main island. After conducting all the business he could before store closing (and making sure he had enough savings to last the few days), he chose to retire to a more remote location to think.

The cluster of quiet cabanas he'd located on one of the side islands was perfect for that purpose. True, there were no on-site spas, shopping centers, restaurants, or other facilities, but all he really needed was a simple room with access to the island breeze. The surrounding palm trees, central quiet pool, and peaceful beaches were positives as well. It was so remote here that he'd even been able to park right next to his cabana. How convenient.

Once check-in was completed, it was time to think. Helpful attendants sporting tropical shirts suggested the quiet pool located next to the fire pit, where a mysterious event was due to occur at sunset. Billy went along with them unresistingly, and sure enough he was immersed in the water as the twilight filled the sky. There were perhaps ten other people milling around in the pool, all seemingly waiting for something spectacular to happen.

And it would, given a few minutes and the right spark.

((OOC: These cabanas, as it turns out, are second only to love hotels in popularity for couples. Billy is about to find out why. Feel free to mix and mingle in this post, or use the setting in your own posts.))

Arha stood for a long, long moment, her eyes wide as she leaned up against the three person landspeeder she'd carefully driven out.  It was not a difficult piece of machinery to tackle.  It contained people well and there was enough room for baggage, should there be any.  She had her funds (and as pleased with the amount) secured and was more than ready to follow her nose straight to the water's edge.  The ration bags she had been alotted had been secured as of five minutes prior, which left her half-sitting against the front part of the vehicle with her nose in the air and her eyes half closed.

The breeze was warm and felt food after the stifling humidity of the ship.  It smelled clean and good, with the tang of salt that meant the ocean was nearby.  She was looking forward to this thing, perhaps most of all.

But, for the moment, she enjoyed the moment as it was and paused.

Roy thought that he had left heat of this kind back in Ishval, and he can't say that he's finding it much more pleasant than he did the first time. Also, he can't decide whether the humidity thrown into the equation makes the experience better or worse.

At least he has real clothes again. It has taken him a few months, but, finally, he has found slacks and a jacket that suit his tastes, as well as a decent shirt and functional suspenders. The shoes could be better, but he's willing to cope as long as he doesn't have to put the plantsuit back on for a good long while. Unfortunately, the aforementioned heat is trying to convince him that the clothes in which he is most comfortable are highly, highly impractical, the waves of hot rising from the pavement singing "Exchange the shirt for something lighter, Colonel! Try a T-shirt, maybe, or maybe just forgo the shirt entirely! We promise you won't regret your decision!"

He's fairly sure that he will regret the decision, though, so he settles for rolling his sleeves past his elbows, folding his jacket over his arm, and snagging a pair of dark glasses to block out the sun.

Now to find Riza, and perhaps shade and cold drinks.

((OOC: Takes place after this post))

Cassie felt a little better at having Jake tell her to get a meeting going.  He may not have made some choices she fully agreed with lately when she came to Stacy, but he was still their leader and it was familiar.

Using the comm rings she contacted Tobias and Marco.  She included Ax and Jake so they could know what she said, but she didn't think at the time to include anyone else even though Loren and Elfangor had helped watched over Tom/Iniss as well.

Hey guys... we need to meet up here, something happened.  She wasn't sure just how safe the comm rings were so she didn't say too much.  They should remember that it was her shift and she still had about a half an hour left on it.  They would know where 'here' meant.

The wind blowing, the bright sun, the sounds of the ocean waves crashing. For Sasami, it felt wonderful. She no longer had to worry about trying to make her way around the ship or trying to find people or anything like that. At least for now.

After her arrival, she had opted to buy a few things for herself - enough pots, pans and other dishes to handle anything she cooks for herself and her other guests and a combination of regular clothes and clothes that rather matched the usual Juraian attire - before going out and having fun.

Right now, though, having fun was equating to walking along the beach near the ocean, wearing an adorable summer dress and a large straw hat, Ryo-Ohki perched on her shoulder.

"It feels good out here, doesn't it, Ryo-Ohki?" Sasami asked, the cabbit letting out a meow in agreement. Sasami chuckled and nodded. "I'm glad you agree!"

( Earlier... )



You may notice a shape lying in one of the alleys in the shopping district. He appears to be human and is wearing a long, black coat, but on his extended arms you can see the edge of a plant suit on his wrists. About the only other thing you can glean from looking at him is that he collapsed here for some reason.

If you're there for long enough, you might hear his stomach growl...


[ooc: It's mooching time! TL;DR for the cut, Greed's letting Ling take control for a while to see how much he can get without having to pay for it himself, but Ling is totally willing to take advantage of this opening. If things go too far you might run into Greed again, of course.]

Rhiow had not forgotten her promise to a certain Winchester, made a ways back before the Nightmare King. It had taken her a relatively short amount of time to find a quiet place, sink into the Whispering and gather information about the planet. Earthlike statistics, including a small moon.

It would be a simple matter to slot in the coordinates for this planet and its moon, and Rhiow had spent a small amount of time tweaking the gravitational and rotational constants so they wouldn't end up in the middle of space - or the middle of the moon.

Now, she only had to contact Sam. A quick comm ring message - [[Sam, did you still want to go to the moon? Meet me near the obs deck. Dean can come if he wishes, and your friend as well.]]

John had commandeered a humvee from the selection of vehicles Stacy had loaded for them to use on the planet, and was now driving it down the road looking for the sort of stores he needed. Finally he spotted a sporting goods store with a grocer conveniently nearby. Good, he could save some time. Pulling into the parking lot he parked the rather large vehicle, and turned it off. Once more he checked his list of needed supplies. He'd had to trim it down upon learning of the planet's no weapons policy. Instantly as he thought about weapons his hand drifted to where his holster usually was. Damn it! They were too vulnerable unarmed like this! What if these Ohm actually attacked? How the hell was a world like this supposed to defend itself? Some superior advanced civilization! No shock at all they were being overrun by their enemies so easily.

With a dissatisfied grunt he stepped out of the humvee, and started toward the sporting goods store. First thing to locate would be some rations, and this seemed the most sensible starting place. With any luck they'd have some advanced version of an MRE. Even if it still tasted like cardboard he wouldn't mind. It would be a change from the blandness of the slop.

It was a freaking gorgeous day out on Zokez II, and even though it was all islands, there was some open road. Dean did a last check over on the Impala, making sure everything looked good.

He then yelled to the others, "Come on, we're burning daylight here, let's go."

As soon as he'd gotten the tour guide spiel about this planet caters fully to machines blah blah blah yada yada yada, Axl had found himself getting ideas. After all, on a planet that was both technologically far enough ahead to be used to all this space and dimensional travel stuff, and where robots were apparently considered equal to anybody else rather than just being second-class citizens, it seemed only logical that they might've bothered to figure out things that his own world hadn't gotten around to yet. Things like allowing mechanical beings to have the full range of experiences that organics took for granted.

Things like robot booze.

The night clubs were okay, but he figured that a new experience of this magnitude deserved more attention than he was ever going to give it when there was a perfectly good dance floor right there, so he scouted out a straight-up bar, and after a quick conversation with the bartender involving the words "non-organic," "alcohol," and "freaking awesome thank you," he found a table off to the side and was ready to give it a go.

To anybody not in the know, it looked like some fourteen-year-old kid's parents really needed to learn to keep a better eye on him.

In Axl's mind, however, he was about to take a bold step forward for the progress of his race! Alcohol! That actually did something! One small step for a reploid, one great leap for reploidkind! What has science done? ...what hasn't science done?


(OOC - I don't think I saw a regular bar floating around in the logs yet, at least. USE AWAY if anybody else wanted one!)

((ooc: Currently locked to Kyle Katarn - mostly only locked because I can't deal with more threads. XD Toss me a ping if you'd like some CR, though, and we can talk! ^^))

Resorts are not exactly Tay's thing, especially resorts where she can't carry any weapons. And she's not really taken by the idea of splashing in the ocean, or going shopping for trinkets, or anything like that.

So instead, she has found a currently empty stretch of beach and is testing her speed and reflexes, wings out, racing along the firm sand at the water's edge. She's been working in the Sensoriums, but having real ground beneath her feet, running down a real stretch of land, that's a lot better for gauging what she can and can't do, in her opinion.

It didn't take long for Lacus to decide what she was going to do with her time on shore. The suit Stacy had given her was utilitarian, but she needed some more casual clothes. And most definitely something to wear to the beach. Kira had said the simulators were very good on board, but she was eager to visit the shore, like they had done back home.

Shopping by herself isn't much fun, and so she's managed to find Cagalli and take her, with little mind for any protests, to the store. After a bit of rummaging, Lacus filled Cagalli's arms with clothing and pointed her toward a dressing room, and then did the same for herself.

She pulls back the curtain and emerges in a white and red sundress, giving a twirl as she steps out. She glances around for any opinions of people that might be nearby!

Thank goodness Samus' bike was shipped down with them, or else she would be a lost woman.

Sure the relaxation is nice, but like hell she is used to it. She always needs to be doing something with herself. Sitting on a beach and shopping do not fulfill those requirements. Plus she had already done those two things. She's wearing normal clothes for once and sporting new boots. They aren't quite what was in fashion back in her home universe, but the stores here seem to lack blue bodysuits and orange two-pieces. How sad.

With all her vacation obligations taken care of, no one could criticize her for sneaking off alone. Well, they could, but they didn't have much of a case considering she did at least make an attempt to partake in some normal activities. She had done them only half-heatedly but it is still better than nothing, especially for Samus.

She took her bike. She doesn't know exactly where she's going, but she will find what she needs. She had been to enough of these "vacation planets" to know them. She used to hop between them back when she was getting started as a hunter and needed jobs. She rides through the back alleys. She's less likely to get stopped or spotted by an enthusiastic crew member trying to drag her along somewhere.

Except, one does duck into her path. He isn't going to try and stop her, though. She knows that. Instead, she slows and eventually stops, placing her feet onto the gravel road to steady the bike as it ideals.

"Trying to go somewhere? Or trying to get away?" she asked, even if she already knew it was the latter.