It turns out that after someone uses plasma cannons from a frilly pink and purple mechanical magic suit, its less difficult to wave a thong in front of the burning wreckage of your front walls. Resort time was now spoiled, and the lady insisted on relocating. She also insisted on proper outfits this time, with frilly bikinis and shaved ices. Dragging a set of advance long chairs, rayon and polyester swimwear and a proper customer grill and smokers.
"Are we sure it's fine for us to sit on the beach like this?" Lord Nocturne asked as he tried on the new device known as sunglasses.
"Father, its required, we did this before you know." Ivy Nocturne in a snug over the shoulder straps with simple tied string bottoms, reminded her adopted father. With her own sun hat and shades, she applied tons of sun lotion before tanning spectacularly.
