[Santo - The Beach]

[walk_ins]

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You have to walk down a ramp to get to the sand. The ramp stretches over sand dunes, with sea oats dotting them, blowing in the near-constant breeze. On the same level as the ramp: a boardwalk, dotted with places to get sketchy-looking fried food, to try your luck at a number of games of chance, to watch performers, to ride roller coasters of the future!!!!

When you walk down the ramp, it's all white sand and blue water. Down about half a mile is a pier that juts out several hundred feet.

It's a nice beach. Not too crowded.

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[ofthatantet.livejournal.com]

Rose regards the sun. "Is there not usually?"

It's an alien planet. There was a story she read in the fifth grade, something about a world where it rained all the time...

[river_meimei]

"Sometimes it's stars."

[ofthatantet.livejournal.com]

"At... night?" Even as she says it, she knows it isn't the right answer.

[river_meimei]

"That too," River says cheerfully, and twists to sit on the edge of the boardwalk, bare feet dangling. She's been wading, it seems; there's damp sand clinging to her skin, up to the ankle.

"They're shy," she says to the sky, a little distantly. "Atmo's a veil."

[ofthatantet.livejournal.com]

Atmo, she repeats subvocally; you can almost watch her gears turn. Atmosphere.

"You mean in space? There's no sunshine in space?"

Is something wrong with this girl, or is this some opaque future jargon, or a language issue?

[river_meimei]

River glances up at Rose again, this time over her shoulder.

"It's the black," she says patiently, though without condescension.

"Depends on where you go. You can see them. Every one in the direct optical line."

[ofthatantet.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but you can't tan." She grins.

[river_meimei]

River grins back.

"The melanin logistics are complex," she agrees.

Well, her tone seems to imply agreement, anyhow.