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[antimaria]

A young woman awkwardly walks into the Hotel.  She's not awkward in the shy or bashful sense, of course: she's anything but apprehensive, and words like "gingerly" are only in the margins of her vocabulary.  It's just there's something odd about her gait.

She looks around and gives a sly grin at seeing people.  "So," she says loudly, "what's there

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[sailors_md]

"There's always the beach," offers Harry. He seldom goes into the bar, but he'd heard voices.

[antimaria]

"There's a beach? How wonderful!" the woman says with a devious grin. "Maybe you can show me around. I'm sure we can have some fun."

[sailors_md]

"I could show you..."

[antimaria]

"Yes, let's be off, then!" says Maria happily and reaches toward his elbow. "I'd love to see what you could show me."

[sailors_md]

"You haven't been here long, have you?"

[antimaria]

"No, I just got here. New places are just delightful, though!"

[sailors_md]

"Sometimes. It hasn't been bad here. What would you like to see?"

[antimaria]

"I want to see," she says with a pause while looking him over. "It all."

[sailors_md]

She couldn't possibly have meant that. They've just met! Harry blushes anyway and tries to pretend he didn't. "Umm... right. Let's start with the tennis courts. There's a spaceship out there, you know."