[Santo - The Beach]

[walk_ins]

[master post]

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.

Comments

[badinlatin]

"...It's just...life. It's my life, you know? I'll never quite get why folk are so interested in our 'verse."

[queenofmay]

Marian looked up--"And people tell tales of mine for hundreds of years after us."--but then she smiled, something simple and looked toward the water.

"For me, It is this. There was no ocean in my life before this trip. It's just the chance to see something simple and common, that becomes new and amazing, because it was not something I could touch or see before."

And computers.

Because those had hardly lost her interest yet either.

[badinlatin]

"I get that. I think.

"I miss the ocean, sometimes. Even though I live in the black, having spent that time on Earth-that-Was...gets under your skin, in its way."

[queenofmay]

Marian wiggled her toes in the sand.

"Sometimes it makes ones world feel smaller, too. There is so much out there my world hasn't seen and doesn't know yet," she gave a soft laugh. "That yours takes as simply normal."

[badinlatin]

"And here I thought being from a mythological planet would've been enough," Mal laughs.

[queenofmay]

Marian grinned in a relaxed fashion, more teasing than true.

"It never is. Man will wander forever forth."