trans_9 | Some Beach... [Totally OPEN!]

It was going to be like the much needed vacation stuck on a ship with people from all forms of live in the middle of the Black. What better way to take a quick break than to go to the sensoriums and ask Stacy for the most tropical place that she could think of that was crew friendly? It was perfect. That was all Gwen could say as she stretched out on her beach chair soaking up fake sun resting on the fake sand as the fake crystal blue water lapped at the empty beach.

Okay sure none of it was real but it was as close as the red head could get and she was going to enjoy every single minute of it. The fact that there was plenty of room for others to come and enjoy it was just what she possibly thought everyone needed. So Gwen had sent out a text over the waves for people to come on up and bring their sunscreen for the fun that could be had. There was a wetbar not far up nestled under the large palm trees and tropical plants with their own virtual bar tender, heck there was even a place to rent a surfboard or boogieboard if no one was daring enough to test the waves. Thankfully she had asked Stacy to leave the sharks out. No one wanted to reenact the movie Jaws while they were there.. she hoped. Even an empty volleyball court was just down the way waiting on someone to take up a game or three.

Everything was... perfect.

With a pleased little smile Gwen settled back against her chair only adjusting the large sunglasses once. Yep. This was the life.

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Suddenly Wanda felt a lot better about her swimsuit. "Precogs see the future, not names, don't they? Do you also have some telepathy?" She set her cape and headdress down on a nearby towel (thank you, Stacy).

Nura reaches up and moves back a white lock that had been poking her in the eye. She is definitely not wearing a swim top, and luckily her hair keeps her just barely covered.

"Not at all. For close visions, I can hear. For farther apart visions is when I must rely on what I see." She smiles at her poor pun. "My teammate, Saturn Girl, is a telepath, though she is, I hope, asleep in the pods, yet to awake."

Wanda admired the view of the ocean rather than the almost view of... uhm... yeah.

"We can hope. Many of my friends and family are still in the pods as well."

Not quite traumatizing but there could be some awkward tension. Another tilt of the head, and Nura's hair moves back to covering her as well as it can.

She nods. "Hope is very apt in our current situation. I can only hope that my husband is within one of the pods, or hope that I will foresee his arrival." Other than that, she feels a few quarks useless when confronted with the unpredictable - but there is always its safety net of Endless Possibilities.

Wanda clenched her fist. "Yes, my husband is in a pod as well." She hoped. Because if Stacy had taken the second Vision and not the first... heads would roll.

"Another member of the Married Brigade?" she says this with a giggle in her tone. Yes, she recognizes the want in Wanda's voice, but Nura refuses to feel any Downer Girl emotions while on the beach.

Wanda glanced at Nura. "Married brigade?"

Nura nods. "There are a few of us on the ship who are awaiting our respective spouses to awake from pod sleep."

"Heh." Wanda smiled. "An interesting name for us."

"Really?" Nura thinks about it for a moment; why the name is so funny...and then laughs. "Yes. I guess it is. We should have a gathering of our own, I think - there has already been a Geek Girl gathering according to history on the comm."

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