It’s definitely a surreal feeling, being deposited onto another world, but it’s hard to stay upset when the scenery is picturesque. Beautiful white beaches, free food, alcohol, it’s an almost perfect getaway. Except for a painful feeling of nostalgia that washes over her while staring out at the red waters. It’s been a long time since she’s taken a vacation, if this is considered one, and the last time it happened was with someone special…
But now she’s on her own, has changed out into attire fitting of the environment, and is going to make good of a 'bad' situation. Whether it’s getting a drink from one of the stands or savoring the beachside view, she’ll do her best to not interrupt another Traveler’s time on the beach.
“Ah, sorry if I’m in your way. This island is smaller than I imagined it to be.”
She’ll be up for conversations, but is equally making sure to be mindful of others’ personal spaces.
[Beach Blanket Bingo]
Music has a way of making her feel relaxed, and beach tunes played by a live band are no exception to the rule. It brings a rare smile to her face hearing Harry Belafonte being played live on a beach, aptly fitting tunes for a tropical getaway.
But then one of the dancers catches sight of her gawking, taking her hand without consent, trying to get her to come along. Nothing she says can dissuade the positive energy.
“Hey, hey, stop! Please? Dancing is not my thing…” At least the beat is catchy, but getting dragged into a flash mob dance sequence isn’t her idea of a good time. Either while she’s being forced into an impromptu conga line or has managed to slip away from the crowd post-dance.
“They really don’t know how to take no for an answer. Maybe I shouldn’t have looked them in the eyes.” She’s in a better mood than before, managing to start a conversation with the closest person.
[TERROR AT ROCK-OUT BEACH!]
In the latter half of the day, she’s relaxing under one of the canopy areas, taking a short nap on a beach chair. The next moment, she’s being swept off her feet by Flupper, secured in his fishy embrace. While she’s a fan of creepy and paranormal things, this is crossing the line, especially since the monster wants her to be his bride. That’s a hard no for her.
“Well, if you asked me if getting kidnapped by a B-movie monster was on the calendar for the day, I would’ve laughed.” Things could be worse, but it’s probably in her best interest to take the situation seriously, even if it does involve asking for help. The next Traveler that crosses her line of sight will get an annoyed glance, not directed at them, but the circumstances she’s accidentally dragging them into.
“I’m so sorry, love…” Said with a hint of sarcasm, so the person she’s speaking with doesn’t think she serious. “But can you please let this poor, unenlightened creature know that he’s interrupting our romance time?”
Olivia Moore | Original Character | OTA
It’s definitely a surreal feeling, being deposited onto another world, but it’s hard to stay upset when the scenery is picturesque. Beautiful white beaches, free food, alcohol, it’s an almost perfect getaway. Except for a painful feeling of nostalgia that washes over her while staring out at the red waters. It’s been a long time since she’s taken a vacation, if this is considered one, and the last time it happened was with someone special…
But now she’s on her own, has changed out into attire fitting of the environment, and is going to make good of a 'bad' situation. Whether it’s getting a drink from one of the stands or savoring the beachside view, she’ll do her best to not interrupt another Traveler’s time on the beach.
“Ah, sorry if I’m in your way. This island is smaller than I imagined it to be.”
She’ll be up for conversations, but is equally making sure to be mindful of others’ personal spaces.
[Beach Blanket Bingo]
Music has a way of making her feel relaxed, and beach tunes played by a live band are no exception to the rule. It brings a rare smile to her face hearing Harry Belafonte being played live on a beach, aptly fitting tunes for a tropical getaway.
But then one of the dancers catches sight of her gawking, taking her hand without consent, trying to get her to come along. Nothing she says can dissuade the positive energy.
“Hey, hey, stop! Please? Dancing is not my thing…” At least the beat is catchy, but getting dragged into a flash mob dance sequence isn’t her idea of a good time. Either while she’s being forced into an impromptu conga line or has managed to slip away from the crowd post-dance.
“They really don’t know how to take no for an answer. Maybe I shouldn’t have looked them in the eyes.” She’s in a better mood than before, managing to start a conversation with the closest person.
[TERROR AT ROCK-OUT BEACH!]
In the latter half of the day, she’s relaxing under one of the canopy areas, taking a short nap on a beach chair. The next moment, she’s being swept off her feet by Flupper, secured in his fishy embrace. While she’s a fan of creepy and paranormal things, this is crossing the line, especially since the monster wants her to be his bride. That’s a hard no for her.
“Well, if you asked me if getting kidnapped by a B-movie monster was on the calendar for the day, I would’ve laughed.” Things could be worse, but it’s probably in her best interest to take the situation seriously, even if it does involve asking for help. The next Traveler that crosses her line of sight will get an annoyed glance, not directed at them, but the circumstances she’s accidentally dragging them into.
“I’m so sorry, love…” Said with a hint of sarcasm, so the person she’s speaking with doesn’t think she serious. “But can you please let this poor, unenlightened creature know that he’s interrupting our romance time?”