Beach, Thursday

[apocalypsesoon]

John's out on his bike, racing it up the beach by the Causeway, on the Causeway, and back along the beach, as if making sure things would be ready for a trip. The bike looks slightly different, more streamlined.

[come pester John on his bike!]

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[death_of_hope]

"Meet me on the beach, he said. I have a surprise, Skinnybutt, he said." Anemone looked down at Gulliver in annoyance. "Men."

Rather than defend his gender, Gulliver opted to explore the shoreline. It was safer than arguing with Anemone.

[apocalypsesoon]

And that would be said men, coming down the beach on a motorcycle with sidecar. Motorcycle went vroom like a happy thing. He pulled up to her. "Hey there. Need a ride?" he said with a smirk, flipping up his helmet visor.

[death_of_hope]

"Maybe. I was told to never get in cars with strange men. Luckily, this is a motorcycle." Anemone grinned, the bad mood evaporating. "Gulliver! C'mere."

She knelt down to clip her dorm key to his collar. "Gullivers don't ride on motorcycles. Go play with Bart or River or Faile or someone, okay?"

[apocalypsesoon]

"D'you want in the sidecar or on the back?" he said, reaching down to grab the helmet out of the sidecar, waiting to pull the sidecar pin.