Your OC is at the Beach with the One Above You!

"It's a beautiful day out here, isn't it?" the young woman asked to nobody in particular, as she turned to face a middle-aged man who appeared quite... Stern. She giggled bashfully once she realized whose company she was basking in, as she took a step back onto the wooden platform that separated herself from the sands below. "I mean that regarding to the environment, of course. I don't know if there's any animals out here, to be honest..."

Smith wasn't aware that her husband would eventually get himself acquainted with the folklorist, for a reason completely unrelated to the young woman's existence. Oops.

She did, however, admire the older man's stern, no-nonsense demeanor before glancing around - just to make sure her husband wasn't here to witness this - before asking more quietly, "Wait, actually... I hate for this to be a redundant question, but... Do you know of any animals that are around here? Not like... Crabs or seagulls, or even whales, but... Like... More mysterious animals? Ones that you don't think you see on a normal basis?" She leaned back with a squeak, however, once she realized that the other party was likely recording something in his notepad.

Oh, how tempting it was for her to look down at those notes! But Smith was polite. Far too polite, really. So she pursed her lips shut, then looked back over the platform, delicately clutching the sunhat in her hands as she attempted to keep it from flying away in the wind.

For a moment, Smith thought the clouds in front of them were a lot like animals, hopping across the sky before changing into a more serpentine shape that allowed them to flow through the cerulean landscape with ease. She took a deep breath. For whatever reason, she personally thought that these entities could count as urban legends, or... Something along those lines? Urban folklore had never appealed to her that much, especially given that the ones she exposed to were... Bad. Grotesque and macabre, even.

She gulped, then took a step away from the other party, hat tightly clutched to the young woman's hair as she did so.

"I don't get what's so relaxing about the beach," she mused aloud once more - just enough for the other party to hear, as if she desperately wanted to confide to him but somehow couldn't, "All it does is remind you to get lost in your thoughts, and that's sometimes the most dangerous labyrinth of them all."

vhfgbujbgvf oh god.... major rip for poor Smith tbh. :"))))

time for a follow-up....

Healthy, not so healthy, it didn't matter to Dan. Nearly every person he's met has had horrible teeth, no matter how excitable or quiet they were.
He hated the beach, too. He only came here because his "daughter" wanted to go, otherwise she would have thrown a tantrum. He felt naked without his coat, but at least he was able to attach his tooth and smiley face pins to his swimming trunks.
He sat under an umbrella, mouth shut tight. If he opened it even for a yawn he was sure sand would find a way in. Sand was difficult to get rid of, ESPECIALLY for teeth! However, in the midst of his lounging he spotted a woman nearby. What an unusual outfit, he thought, reminded of the vintage days. She seemed to be with her lover, the way she kept looking at him. But he didn't share the same expression. In fact, it was like he barely noticed her presence. Dan stifled a snicker.
Then came his wonderful "daughter", throwing a beach ball in the water next to them and causing them to get splashed. As much as he wanted to laugh, he knew it wouldn't look good. With a sigh, he got up and hurried over to them with an apologetic smile on his face.
"So sorry about that!" he exclaimed. "My daughter, Ginny, can be a real handful sometimes! And might I say, you two are quite the lovely young couple." Lovely rich couple, by the looks of it. Now his smile was authentic! "Say, I work as a dentist, so why don't I make it up to you two with a discount on some teeth cleaning? Of course, they looks so clean and white already it might be impossible! Better safe than sorry, though, right?"

Ah, the beach. Ginny really, really loved the beach. It really was a great place to come and relax from time to time. After all, even a gremlin needed some R&R. 

Not for any of that baby-shit like swimming or sand-castles or whatever; the most relaxing thing was the perfect opportunities to ruin everyone else's day. You know, just for shits and giggles. 

And there was no more fun way to ruin a day than to make a terror out of her sweet, adorable little self and make Dan have to run around playing the "good dad" routine all day long. A trampled sand castle here, splashing salt water in someone's eyes there, a ball chucked at some sorta couple for good measure. All ingredients for the perfect day at the beach. Until, of course, the bastard took the opportunity to start schmoozing the couple over and promoting the dentist office. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at that, for a split second letting the facade of the innocent child fade before going back into it full throttle, putting on the most overly-saccharine pout she could. She yanked on Dan's arm, just a tad too rough. "Daaaaad, are you done talking to these lovely people yet~? I want ice cream, pretty, pretty please~!" Before he could even respond, she was practically dragging him away from his little sales pitch, face shifting to a shit-eating grin. "Ya better actually buy me some ice-cream, shitlips; it's hot as fuck out here." Plus it would be fun to 'trip' and have to have Dan apologize for the 'accidental' cone-to-the-face of whatever poor passerby came through. Of course, he didn't need to know that just yet.

Yep. Ginny really, really loved the beach.

Dolores, of course, was unused to the heat and balminess associated with the coastline - though it was a little foolish for her to be so naive in retrospect. Alas, it only took a few years of living in the frigid environment of the mountaintops to completely undo the decades' worth of experience of living in warmer climates of a lower altitude. That was only boosted by the fact that she wanted to forget the memories associated with such warmer weather, though as she looked over at the ocean's waves and allowed her boots to sink into the sand ever so slightly, they all seemed to return... Just for this moment.

And want to know something that the older woman was also supposed to know but seemed to forget in the moment? Judging people by their appearance.

She had seen the "girl" hopping throughout the beach, tossing a beach ball at pretty much anyone who happened to venture a bit too close to her. It wasn't long before a radius of space started to surround the "child." The older woman had winced one too many times when she thought the ball was getting too close to her, but as she watched the "girl" frolic chaotically across the beach, Dolores figured that she should be fine... She was just an unremarkable old woman, after all!

As long as she didn't make a big fuss out of anything, she should be fine- Wait, never mind.

At first, she thought the damp feeling on the edges of her coat were just the waves accidentally splashing onto her clothes, but... Now there was more water, accompanied by the sound of raucous laughter. Dolores looked up from the sand to see the other party splashing water in her direction - and it seemed quite deliberate too! As much as it posed an inconvenience to her - given that the elder didn't exactly pack up any spare clothes for her trip to the lowlands - Dolores just... Watched the "girl" for a moment, and meekly too, before taking a step back and chuckling gingerly at her.

"The beach must be very exciting, huh?" she called out to the other party with a small smile, "There's all sorts of things to do, ranging from looking out at the ocean to playing with that ball..." She laughed with what seemed like genuine enjoyment. So much for Dolores being pissed for remotely one second. "It's a nice day out here, so I wouldn't blame you one bit! You have to get that energy out somewhere and somehow!" That certainly didn't include curses and intentional mayhem, but...

Nobody said that Dolores didn't genuinely believe that the other party at hand was just a normal ten-year-old with no incentive to ruin people's days whatsoever.

I AM BACK FROM THE DEAD. and hgfdhjvfdjhsvfyud Robin and Dolores have the potential for a cute dynamic, and I am HERE for it.

here's a follow-up for thee......

He leans against the side of his car, watching the young woman play with the older woman. Female society was always a questionable topic to him. How could people grow up in such different ways due to the mere concept of something so flimsy like gender? Girls, as far as he had found; were taught to be more nurturing, more passionate, free with their expression and timid in the spotlight of dangerous men. Boys, on the other hand, were to be in the position he was currently, sat along the vehicle, observing the women enjoying themselves and keeping an eye out for predators. He didn't know the youthful woman, but he did know Dolores and how she had apparently found a friend while visiting where the sand kissed the ocean. Though their topic was distant, he could catch their voices on the wind. Not nice people. Could he be considered one of those?

With a quiet grunt, he pushes from the heat of metal on his back and begins to approach them. The otherwise neutral face he had on swims into a more positive territory as he inches closer once their embrace ends. "Robin, right? Sorry, I heard your name while I was standing over there. Do you and 'grandma'"- He leans slightly to the side, giving Dolores a bit of a grin. "-Want to head over to the bar? There's live music going on." He figures he might cause some anxiousness coming out of seemingly no where, so he offers his hand out, brown eyes pulling up to lay themselves on Robin's shades of sky. "Name's Rush. I make Dolores go to crappy movie festivals and bug her when she's in the grocery store."

"Oh boy!" a loud voice rang across the otherwise pristine beach, proclaimed by a middle-aged man who really didn't befit such booming words. Oh boy indeed.

The sun beat down on Skinner, who nonetheless thought it was a wonderful idea to not only wear a turtleneck but also pull out his cuffs, making his sleeves even more prone to trapping heat than ever. This man, in other words, wasn't going to get his ass kicked through a homicide; he was instead going to get his ass kicked through heat exhaustion. But the heat wasn't at all what he was concerned about, as he felt the gentle breeze against his face and sideburns, as well as reasoned to himself that given that they were close to the ocean, the searing air coming from inland wouldn't have as much of an effect here as - say - near the mountains.

Now, who was "they?" Oh, just himself, his young wife (who was off excavating fossils yet again), and... A young man standing some distance away from him.

He seemed rather serene in expression, as if he was just taking everything in and... Watching everyone else at the beach. The other party was clearly situated away from the action, yet he seemed as engrossed by it as anyone who was actually a part of it. Of course the juxtaposition baffled Skinner! There was really no other way of describing it, as well as the way he felt. Well, besides sheer confusion. That was kind of a given thanks to how they seemed to be the only individuals on the platform looking over the beach, and not dealing with the actual coastline itself.

With a laugh, Skinner exclaimed to the man, "Oh, I didn't know you were there for a second!" Sure, old man, sure. He held his hands up to his chest before taking a step closer, grin clearly locked onto his face as he attempted to read the younger man's expression, or... Lack thereof, really. He almost reminded the aristocrat of the latter's wife, except that he was less pissy and more... Apathetic. Skinner was a little bit of a bitch -as a treat - and obviously preferred that.

Guess who wasn't going to help his wife cart over the fossils when she was done?

Instead, Skinner hummed, "That asides... What brings you here at this time, sir? It's a beautiful day out here, isn't it? I know I think so!" That wasn't even a funny joke, but Skinner laughed nonetheless, his whooping just as loud as the initial exclamation he made when surveying the ocean view. "I just hope it lasts. I heard it's going to become pretty stuffy and sweltering later on, but... Hey! For now, we have the view and the breeze, without the sand! I think it's a win-win for both of us, don't you think? So why not just... Talk, to pass the time? I don't really have much to do either, if I must be honest..."

in which Skinner perishes from heat exhaustion.   

time for.... a follow-up...

"Fucking shit," spat Brown under her breath as she carefully adjusted her hat and looked down at the surrounding beach, "I thought these cliffs would be more... Isolated." Twirling the pickaxe in her hand, she made sure to carefully point the metal end at the witch-hunter, her eyes narrowed as she attempted to read his mask for a sign - any sign, really - of emotion. Huh.

Turns out she didn't exactly learn from last time, when she had tried to bring a knife to a gun fight.

With a scoff, the woman carefully placed the pickaxe on the ground and leaned her weight before coolly quipping, "You know... I have the feeling that these cliffs are high enough to be fatal if you fell off them. Or if someone pushed you off." Of course. She giggled, carefully covering her coy smile with one hand, while eyeing the other party with such mirthful glee that it almost seemed... Saccharine, in a way? Brown didn't seem to care, though, as she added, "But I wouldn't do such a thing. You probably could use a gun to shoot me before I could even get my hands-" Her gaze drifted to the fossil-excavating equipment neatly arranged in a box near her side, with the exception of the pickaxe she was currently using.

"- Or equipment, for that matter, on you. You really think I will have the time to pick out one of these things in a hypothetical fight? Hell no! That's why I just use my dagger for those types of duels." Brown. Please. Stop.

"But... I cannot blame you for wanting to use this place as a sort of vantage point," laughed the middle-aged woman, "I mean... Look at the view! As long as you're confident that your feet won't slip on the rocks, and you will not fall to your death, of course." Brown coughed into her sleeve before carefully adjusting the crow's-feather brooch on her chest, though it was noticeably more off to the side - hidden beneath folds of loose, airy clothing - than usual. "The views here are always something worth considering, even if I never go to the beach for those types of silly things." She raised a brow as she studied the man once more. The same man who had tried to assassinate her once before.

Speaking of which...

"I know you met my husband here, or at least somewhere similar to here... Another fucking beach," she sighed to him in a more pensive tone, "all those years ago. I was a young woman back then, still excavating fossils. I bet he complained about that, the little fucking bitch. That asides, how... How were you with him? Was he a target for one of your... Practices, or... Did you genuinely look upon him with some degree of pity? I mean... As his widower, I do believe that I deserve some form of closure, right? Especially after he treated me, I guess."

bitch mom fight? bitch mom fight.

bless you dude for this set.... time for a follow-up. potential cw for mentions of non-explicit male nudity (though it's really just Brown being ">:((((" at shirtless men) at the start!!

Dani loved the beach. Not only for showing off in her bikini, getting to look at shirtless guys galore, but because to her, but because she saw the ocean as a calming presence. A beautiful coastline was the exact opposite of the dry desert she spend her early adulthood in or inland suburbia where she grew up. However, today wasn't quite the relaxing beach exposition she typically set upon. Instead, her mission was to introduce herself to a notorious figure that she'd been hearing rumors about, not only about certain black widower proclivities, but also hearing rumors her estranged son had been hanging out with the woman in question- causing the normally negligent mother to actually become worried about her son for once. Or maybe it was just self-centered concern because she knew she was getting older and eventually would need to rely on him for care later on in life.

She, with the help of a private investigator, had been keeping track of certain aspects of Brown's life and decided today was going to be the day for confrontation. The PI told her that Brown was heading to the beach today, and so she was following suit.

Keeping up the illusion of normal everyday sunbather for a bit until she had noticed that Brown had gotten all settled on the beach, the blonde headed over to confront the older woman. 

"You don't know me, but I want you to stay away from Dean." She lead in with, as if it wasn't fairly obvious that she looked pretty close to him with same facial features, hair color, eye color. Anyone would reasonably have been able to assume they were related in some way. "I don't know what your endgame with him is, but knowing what you're capable of, I'm assuming it's nothing good."

_{((I REALLY JUST WANTED AN EXCUSE FOR DANI AND BROWN TO FINALLY MEET SORRY SHE TOTALLY STALKED BROWN))}

Dani was initially oblivious of the younger girl, preferring her peoplewatching and trying to draw the attention of guys also checking her out every now and then, taking sips from some ridiculously overpriced fruity cocktail. 

Suddenly, the girl starts to strike up a conversation and takes her out of man-gazing la la land. "Well, when you're older, you'll understand why adults prefer the taste of alcohol over some kiddy sodas." She said, unaware of Maribelle also partaking in wine. "I can't stand carbonated and caffeinated beverages, really. My son is addicted to energy drinks. He's typically very stingy with money, but he certainly would spend money on those dreadful things."

Her eyes narrowed at the young girl's suggestion to get a Dr. Pepper instead. "I'll pass. I have no clue of what 'trouble' you're insinuating."

She thought the girl was done, but the conversation started back up once more. "Well, I personally find shirtless men to be more interesting than sea life- I come here for them, not for some sort of nature exposition."

Maribelle didn't get it. Arms crossed, she stood next Dani on the boardwalk overlooking the white beach below, eyes only briefly passing over those prancing about in their swimsuits. She thought it was disgusting. She also thought Dani was disgusting, though if only because the older woman was just like them, and worse, closer to her. Yet again, this was one of those things that if any of her not-fathers found her here, she would be tossed from the land, to the older sun, to the younger sun, and to the land once more.

Adjusting the collar of her buttoned shirt, she cast her eyes away from the beach-goers, instead gazing at a secluded area of the beach tucked away, barely able to be seen from the angle the two of them stood at. The girl assumed she would take a gander at it soon enough, and be able to actually feel the warm sand on bare feet, and be able to punch a box jellyfish and die, and not have to fret over more interaction. The latter, speaking of...

"I assume you'd want another drink in a bit." she droned out, sending a glance to the fruity cocktail the woman held, "Don't know why you wouldn't just get a soda or something." Though Maribelle, unfortunately, considered herself a lover of good wine, it was soda that caught her attention most, especially when taking into account that it was just so sweet, and such a rarity, and she wasn't entirely sure if she had ever drank many pops before settling in the mountains far from here.

She glanced to Dani, and then scoffed. "Honestly, laying off the alcohol for something like a..." What was it called again? "A Dr. Pepper. If you switched your martini for a Dr. Pepper, you'd be saved a whole lot of trouble, you know."

What is that supposed to mean, you cretin child.

She reluctantly glanced back at the shore, her eyes lingering on a specific woman flopped down on a towel. After a moment of silence, she bit her tongue from saying anything other than another jab at Dani.

"I'm just saying, though." she sighed, "I don't get the point of just coming here to look at men, or women, or whatever." She paused as she looked back towards the quieter half of the beach, and then asked suddenly, "Do you like sea cucumbers..?"

Maribelle so many unsavory sea cucumber facts she was trying so hard to hold in.

beach time.

They were at the beach.. 'Beach'.. Well beach, was a big word, for such a small location. Between the docks and ocean, there lay some sand. Muddy sand, swampy of the rain. Drakenburg was thé place for tourists right. Everyone loved rain and swampy sandy beaches.
Especially Roswell. The leidsman pulled his shoulders upwards and hid his face in between them. As if his bony shoulders could protect him from the rain and wind.
"Well 'urry up sprog, 'tis pissin'," he said, reflecting at the rain. The strong autumn wind tucked on tailcoat. "Ah roight," he rolled the 'ói' part of 'roight' long in his mouth, to emphasize his bitten back impatience. "Oi promised yer ter 'elp searchin' for dis bug roi," Maribelle's expression made him pause,"-not a bug, sorry a crab." he said. What's the difference really. Both were ugly and had to many legs.
Roswell focused his eye on the sand underneath his soaked spats. He wrinkled his nose a bit. Dat's going to need a scurb. More concerned about his 'expensive' shoes than the actual crab Roswell investigated the small beach.
"A 'ermit crab roight, that's waaat they called?" Roswell asked. To keep the conversation going you know. "Maybe if we jist say 'ermit crab tree times it 'ill magically appear," he teased. His shoes made wet splashing sounds while frolicked the beach once more. Saying "'ermit crab" three times softly underneath his breath. Luckily for him the splashing of his expensive but now ruined shoes and the rain masked most of it. Unluckily though... It didn't work.
"Oi give up," the leidsman whined. "Yer jist made dose bugs up, didn't yer," he said. "Yer jist wanted ter drag me oyt 'ere," Roswell turned on his soppy heels to see that Maribelle..Held up a 'ermit crab. His mouth formed a small 'o'. It was even more disgusting than he had imagined. 

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"So yer know, I'm bit of a beach expert meself," Roswell said. Straight up lying. "We have many beaches here, with sand.. And ocean," he added. Roswell continued, more talking to himself then the other party. Not paying any attention what the latter was doing. It was Gustav's grunt that made him look up and see that Wraith just stráight up walked closer to the ocean.
"Oy sprog wait up that's fierce!" he said while making a small jump and rushing over too the ocean himself. Gustav trotting along like the loyal camel he was.
 "Can yer swim? The waves are strong 'ere an' yer ter is loike an undertow," he warned the shifter. "In case yer wanted to take a dip-" Not that he cared, of course. Ha! feelings. He was just uh... Nervous that his strong companion got hurt. dats's it. _{(Ros: :Sweats in fatherfigure feelings:)}
Gustav for once rarely reacted when Wraith bumped into him. Roswell however did. The worry on his face became even more clear. "Yer okay kid," he asked. He pulled a doubtful face when Wraith called 'nothing', that sure was a lot for nothing. But didn't press on futher, it wasn't his business really. What he did however was  helding out his hand and helping Wraith back on his feet. "Come on let's get yer home sprung," he said while softly patting Wraith's back.
"Oi bet dat Gustav gladly carries yer 'um, roi Gustie?"
The camel snorted. Still under impressed and not happy, but at least a little bit less worried and growling now.. 

Wraith stared out at the horizon, looking at the vast ocean and the open sky. His ears twitched as he heard many types of seabirds call and screech over the sand and waves of the beach. The shifter looked........perplexed, he had never seen a beach before and what was this weird stuff underneath his boot. He crouched down a picked up a hand full of hand and watched with his one seeing eye as it sifted through his fingers. This wasn't like the sand he had seen in the city, it looked and felt a lot different, this couldn't be sand...could it? 

In the air he could smell a very strong scent of....salt? Where was that coming from? He wandered closer to the waves and noticed that the smell got a lot strong, was it the water? Was it poisonous? He really wasn't sure about this place, they had come here because this was the direction Wraith's target had ran to; but the vast openness made the shifter uneasy, there was no where to hide or run to if there was trouble, anyone with a weapon would know exactly where he would go if he had to flee. He looked around and walked across the shore for a bit, and then back up the beach to where Roswell was. Along the say he saw various strange shapes in the sand, and bizarre armoured creatures which scuttled sideways and buried themselves in the ground. Wraith closed his eyes and sighed, his shoulders slumping as he did so, this mission was being to be more trouble than it's worth, they were getting closer to the target but they didn't have a exact location where they were.

Opening his eyes Wraith saw a collection of glass bottles and beer cans along with some very large boot prints, his face went completely white, and he took a couple of steps back, bumping into Gustav as he did so. He felt like he couldn't breathe, his heart was hammering in his chest as he subconsciously put a shaking hand over his scarred eye. The world around him felt distorted and distant, he fell to one knee and stared aimlessly at the sand, or was it concrete, he could hear the crashing of waves....or was that the sound of a bottle smashing? He winced and held his head, he wasn't sure for how long but eventually he came to his senses, no that was behind him, the man responsible for Wraith's torment all those years ago was dead.  He then realised that Roswell had seen the whole thing. He looked to the side and shakily stood up. "It's nothing." He said sighing. "Let's keep look for this guy, he can't be far and this certainly looks like his type of place." He said not making eye contact as he slowly began walking, he felt sick and dizzy, he needed to lie down.....no he couldn't worry about that now, he just wanted to get this over with so he could get back home, away from the weird alien armour creatures and the potentially poisonous salty water.

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I don't think either of them are happy to see each other haha xD

Follow Up:

Johnson had hoped to some degree that he wouldn't see the feline-shifting humanoid again after their nighttime encounter in that dark alleyway, but... Then again, the worry wasn't really in his mind in the first place. He was, after all, in the middle of a sunny, sandy beach. It was so pristine, so picturesque that it was almost artificial, and... Fun fact: it was. He had never stepped foot outside of his landlocked city, and there were plenty of canals and artificial bodies of water that dotted the area, if only to add to the more "natural" side of the otherwise urban metropolis.

"I don't think it worked out very well," he sniffed while brushing some sand aside, which revealed that the sand really served as a thin coating to disguise the concrete underneath the artificial beach. The middle-aged man held a hand over his head before adding, "Besides... It would've been more convincing if they made the beach during the peak summer days. But now it's almost fall, and it's too chilly for people to really care. Too much harsh gales, too much chills. It's payers' money gone down the drape, and it's... So damn pitiful..."

I'll need to negotiate with the officials later on how to spend that budget properly... I can't believe it. I thought they knew better. But that's the damn nouveau riche for you.

With a scoff, Johnson rolled his eyes and kicked off more sand to the side, exposing even more concrete than what this pitiful "beach" already had to deal with. In a way, this was done out of spite, for he knew he had nothing to do while people attempted to set their umbrellas up in the shallow sand covering, as well as played in the (freshwater) pools. His eyes traveled through the area for a few moments before... His muscles froze. His eyes, accordingly, widened - or narrowed. Is this some trick of the setting sun again!? he thought with a scowl before stepping forward to confront the younger party, who seemed to be lingering in the shade and... Silent, as per usual.

Gee, what's his problem? silently asked a total fucking asshole before he grunted, "You... You always seem to lurk in the shadows, huh?" He chuckled bitterly before waving a hand. "Are you watching me, or just everyone? It's pretty boring here. You really wouldn't miss out on much." There was a pause before the man stepped asides, his feet tapping ever so slightly against the sand-covered concrete. "It's not even a good beach either. It's still within city limits. Is that why you're here? Because you don't want to risk the wilderness for even a moment. Real shame, considering that you can literally turn into a big cat... Cats like their space, you know?" Well, that was a free way to get his ass kicked.

"But speaking of cats," hummed Johnson rather casually - even if his muscles were tense and he kept his distance, "I heard that my friend took care of you a while back. She's a wolf, you know. Not literally, but I think you get the point. How was she? Doing well? Didn't try tearing you apart? She has a soft spot for animals, prefers them over people. I'm the opposite." That's a yikes there.

Johnson is a shitty man as usual. but he can be nice. sometimes. sort of. as a treat.

here's a follow-up for sweet Kita....

Kita shuffled about the granules of sand, glancing about with an air of both caution and curiosity as the waves slowly lapped at the shore. He had never seen an ocean before. How strange, and vast...

Gently tapping the tracker on his wrist, the bulbs on the doll's collar lit up, sending a soft blue light cascading across the land infront of him, slowly routing the area to his memory banks. Perhaps this could be of some use, eventually. Kita was never sure what his mission was without the instruction of his human.

Though, as he scurried, a light beep from the contraption on his wrist alerted him to another living being nearby. Oh. So he wasn't stranded and alone out here.

The T-30x3 approached with caution, using a larger rock to stand upon, scanning around to spot whoever was here.

"...Oh," Kita's voice was soft, spotting Johnson, still a comfortable enough distance away for the doll to flee if need be, "Hello. Can you tell me where I am? I am lacking some context on this area."

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(Kita is about 1'11" if you are curious how small he is. >:))