#sunluzhen

Actual snacks. Not made from hair.

"Man, hosting is hard work..." And he wasn't even planning on doing it at first! He was going to do a repeat of last year's 'one man "party"' before realizing he actually has people he could invite over this time. And a decent amount too.

(More than he expects, even, though he doesn't know about it yet).

It's a little weird. He's trying not to think about it too much or he might do something embarassing like start crying about it.

Well, anyway. With the preparations complete, he has just enough time to make himself presentable before there are knocks on his door.

"Come on in, it's not locked!" Really, it never is.

The first thing Cheryl noted was the intense warmth of the sun. It was so bright that she initially questioned it was even real, and then pondered about whether or not she might get a sunburn. The beach front sprawled before her was massive, and Cheryl could not recall the last time she saw such a positive setting that was centered around water. Everyone seemed to be having fun, and it almost looked like a scene out of a movie that her friends in high school talked about.

So, naturally, Cheryl felt completely out of place.

Part of her wanted to run back to that new 'home' of hers, but another wanted to walk through the sand, to feel the water on her legs. She wondered just who wanted what, but, there was little reason in spending time on something that was, probably, futile.

... That, and a volleyball happened to hit her in the face as she was moving towards the beach.

"Ow!"

The elevator begins its ascent to the third floor; it never quite makes it, grinding to a stop in a creak of gears somewhere on floor 2.75, leaving them stuck in place. The angel stirs from his reverie, eyes skimming the walls and floors of the metal box around them in mild curiosity.

"What," he turns to ask his companion,

"seems to be the mat—"

Bzzzzt.

And then the lights go out.

the pearl street had been endlessly intimidating upon first glance, so dias made it his task to hurry past it. now, having arrived on the netwalk ... this is better. there are what he assumes to be animals within the park, none of them aggressive, and plenty of benches to simply sit and watch. so that's essentially what he does.

   only he doesn't sit. standing ominously to the side of one of the benches with crossed arms, he's probably stopping people from sitting down there without realizing. the dogs with screens as heads have all of his attention ... at least until somebody passes the path in front. dias stares and speaks up after a beat.

   ' hey, ' comes firmly, ' small monkey. your staff ... were you given it, or did you acquire it somewhere? '

"I've returned with groceries." Talons are hooked around the handles of the grocery bags and gently, Yumine sets them on top of the island table. "I couldn't find the one special liquid you asked for." There's an apologetic tone to her words.

[ 🌱 ] of all the creatures that occupied this strange city, willow was most interested in the anthropomorphic monkeys that roamed the streets. she was curious what liu'er's homeland was like. almost as if on queue, another primate was caught in the girl's peripheral vision, causing her to turn to face him.

he was similar to the six-eared monkey she had met a few days prior, but this one only sported a single set of ears and his fur was darker than the other's. hmm, maybe this guy was a friend of liu'er's as well?

" this is going to be so weird, but are you in any way related to liu'er? "

Welcome to chilly Isola Radiale, Qi Xiaotian!

You’ll be staying in TOWNHOUSE 222!

You will retain your super strength, though only enough to barely lift a car.

You will also be given a Wooden Staff.

Enjoy your stay!