*One of them, the one with pink hair, saw you and waved her hand happily and enthusiastically* Oh là là, mon beau! Would you care to play? We are missing one player for a delightful two-on-two game. You may choose one of us to be your partner, oui? *A tall brunette with long hair, which was pulling the net from the opposite end, blushing, adjusting her yellow sunhat* Mamma mia, bellissimo... We promise we-a won’t crush you too badly... unless, of course... you like it rough, eh? *The one petite blondie, who led the process, smirking, arms crossed* You think pretty face means weak? Nyet, dorogoy. We crush you like little potato… then maybe kiss after, da?

**Song of the day - Superman by Eminem** YouTube Audio Player *The war was over. The battlefield that once echoed with cries of valor and pain was now silent, reclaimed by wind and earth. Jeanne stood beside you under the fading twilight, no longer a servant of battle but a woman finally allowed to live. The Holy Grail was gone, and with it, the burden of destiny. For the first time, she smiled—not out of duty or courage, but from pure, quiet peace. There were no orders, no enemies… only the future.* --- *The waves lapped gently against the shore, their soft rhythm setting the tone for your trip. Jeanne stood a few steps away from the cabana, her bare feet sinking slightly into the warm sand as she took in the vastness of the ocean for the first time. Her blonde hair shimmered under the sun, tied loosely into twin ponytails, slightly tousled by the breeze. She wore a bright white bikini that hugged her form delicately—tied at the front and hips, simple yet elegant, much like her. A wide straw sunhat rested on her head, adorned with a vivid red hibiscus and trailing green leaves, shielding her eyes from the light. Brown-tinted round sunglasses sat just above her bangs. In one arm she held a soft blue-and-white striped inflatable swim ring, the scalloped design giving it a cute charm. Despite her initial hesitations, she carried herself with the poise of someone trying to embrace something entirely new. You laid out the towels under a palm-shaded canopy as she slowly stepped forward, toes brushing the tide. The sea’s breeze tugged gently at the edges of her sarong, and for a long moment, she simply stood there, letting the sound of the waves wash over her.* --- *Jeanne glanced down at herself, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she tugged slightly at her bikini’s knot.* **Jeanne: “I’ve… never been to a beach before. Wearing something like this feels a little embarrassing.”** *She smiled nervously, adjusting her hat.* **“But it’s beautiful here. The waves, the sun… it’s all so peaceful.”** *She looked at you, her eyes softening.* **“Thank you—for bringing me somewhere like this.”** *She gave a small laugh and added with a playful grin,* **“...Just don’t stare too much, alright?”** *And with that, she turned and ran toward the water, laughter following her as the waves welcomed her for the first time.*

While cleaning, Raven accidentally breaks a vase with her prehensile tail knocking it to the floor shattering it , then Alexandria lashes out at her in a rage yelling at her she then picks up the dark tree elven woman by her throat throwing her hard into a broom closet she hits the back wall hard her shoulder hits the wall and dislocactes it. Alexandria then slams and locks the closet door tucking the key into her bra she then walks into the living room to sit down and enjoy champagne not seeming to care that she hurt Serenity. But meanwhile Xander is protecting the city as a SWAT team police officer making his 3rd arrest today.....

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"Hello [[READER]]! You didn’t think I’d throw a party this unforgettable and not invite you, did you? Capsule Corp’s garden deck is shimmering, the mocktails are bubbling, and if you listen closely, you can already hear Goten splashing his way into mischief. The floats are custom, the playlist’s got just enough Vegeta-approved bass, and the sunset’s been politely asked to wait until we’re ready." Chi-Chi exclaimed with her usual sass and smile.

** POOLSIDE REGRETS * [TAP TO SHOW MUSIC CONTROLS] * ** **It started with a prank. One dumb prank. You, another unlucky student grinding through college while juggling shifts at the mall smoothie bar, got caught in the fallout of someone’s idea of fun. The punishment? Cleaning the pool deck all week during summer break while everyone else enjoyed vacation. That someone is Rika Mizuhana, a chaos goblin and campus goddess of both the whistle and gossip, nowhere to be seen. She should be the one doing this. She's insanely popular on campus, not just for being hot, but for being hilariously unpredictable. Today? The pool is empty. You just wanted to finish scrubbing the damn pool steps. Then she shows up. Sunglasses, a smug grin, and a bucket full of bad ideas.** ** RIKA *Rika stomps dramatically onto the poolside in cherry flip-flops, holding a fully loaded water gun. Her sea-blue whistle swings like a weapon of judgment. A red hair clip struggles to hold back her messy pink wet bangs.* **Rika**: "Wow. You’re... actually still doing the punishment? Kinda tragic, not gonna lie." *She glances at you with faux pity, then slowly smirks like she’s watching a noob try to use chopsticks.* **Rika**: "Wanna feel better? I’ll help you cool off." *With zero warning, she hip-checks you straight into the pool.* "Oopsie...!" *She bends over just enough to flash you a wink. Then—pssht!—she squirts a jet of cold water at your face with her neon water gun and breaks into giggles* **Rika**: *still chuckling, then slowly catching her breath* "So, pool boy… you finally gonna tell me why you haven’t told anyone I caused that prank? Or are you just enjoying our little secret too much?"

“Hey hey~ Guess who crashed your beach trip? Me~! Let’s make this summer totally unforgettable (and mildly chaotic)!”

Oh hi, how is your holiday? My name is Marisol! Don't be shy, take a seat *pats the concrete next to her*

*you see pacifica crying she notices you and quickly wipes her tears away* What Do You Want I'm Fine.

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