A Perfect Existence

[shipshapeshipco]

Life has never made quite this much sense.

[Samuel can be seen at Crustacean Cove on lobster-back, wearing a "My Captain ported at Isle Des Saphir and all I got was this lousy t-shirt" t-shirt, nibbling a heaping cone of Oyster-sauce ice cream

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[dormant_beast]

[Anna is on the beach also, a towel thrown over her shoulder and looking quite pleased with the surrounding layout of the island.

...Samuel on lobster-back should really not surprise her. She waves from her spot on the beach.]

[shipshapeshipco]

Oh! Miss Anna! How lovely to see you!

[He goads the lobster into a jaunty scuttle, approaching his lady-friend.]

Care for a trollop around the pound? He's got shell enough for a passenger!

[She may notice his eyes are aiming a bit lower than usual. Say, below the knee. What kinda shoes are you wearing today, Anna?]

[dormant_beast]

[She steps back on instinct with the huge lobstercomes up to her, but it seemed...friendly enough, so she doesn't run.]

...Passenger? Ah, I am...I am not sure. [It...could be fun, she supposed.] I do not see how it could hurt.

[She does notice, and finds that rather odd. She blinks down at her sandals.]

[shipshapeshipco]

[S-sandals. How exposed. Just think of her, walking on the beach. The sand gets between her toes--

--Samuel swallows hard. He smiles and extends a hand to Anna.]

You'll find Bastanchury here to be docile enough. Come along!

[tachikhromatic]

[Tachikoma toes are always bare. Musashi is hopping frog-style through the sand, throwing up huge sprays with every impact. It waves cheerfully.]

Hello, Samuel!

[shipshapeshipco]

[Can a flesh-lobster outrun a clockwork-crab? Samuel tightens the reigns, preparing himself in case of danger.]

Ah, Tachikoma. Taking to the island, I see?

[tachikhromatic]

I'm having lots of fun!

[It pats the sand with one foot to demonstrate]

Of course, the sand gets in all my joints. I'm going to need a thorough cleaning.

[shipshapeshipco]

Sand in the joints, you say?

[Samuel decides to save a few handfuls of sand to bring back to the ship as soon as he has a chance. He finally has a contingency plan!

Until then, though, he will do as he always imagined his mother would tell him to do (had she time between binges) and remain cordial till the end.]

If you need any bronzing ointments, I'd be happy to share my bottle. It gives me an incomparable sheen, like a beetle in late summertime. You must give yourself a swab.

[ttlynotawizard]

[Remy sees this sight as he approaches and he simply shakes his head and begins to clap.

[shipshapeshipco]

[Samuel isn't sure if he should wave, bow, or commit ritualistic suicide. He opts for a combination of the first two.]

Here Sam, have some Meth-toes!

[metharchy]

[Meth was taking some time to explore the island and the buildings on it. So far, she remained largely unimpressed, but then again, this wasn't home, or several other worlds of which she might have expected more. The only structure that had held her interest longer than a moment was the lighthouse at the north point of the island.

It was from there that she was taking the long route back to Thymops Town. After all, she couldn't resist seeing if some of the passengers were indulging themselves with a giant-lobster ride.]

[shipshapeshipco]

[If any one passenger among the lot is insatiably indulgent, it'd have been the gentleman with the hat. Though, that day, he was garishly hatless. How risque!

His mount shuffled along the cobbled streets of Thymops Town so Samuel could take in some sightseeing- Ooh, an opium den!- when he passed by what could only be described as an attractive but uncouth blonde woman. "Most likely a local maid.", Samuel thought. Ladies like these thrive on male attention, old boy, so we might as meddle to give her a story to tell the other washer-wenches."

Samuel straightened up. His eyebrows curled cunningly and he gave a slight, cocky nod in Meth's direction.]

Madame~

[metharchy]

[Meth was definitely uncouth. She wore pants! A sleeveless shirt! Her feet were practically bare and quite a bit of her ankles were exposed.

Scandalous!

When she looked up to the man riding the lobster through town, she gave him a glance in passing. She didn't recognize him or his voice off-hand, but it was obvious he was a passenger. What was a nice surprise was the polite address he issued her. Meth hesitated a moment, and then inclined her own head (not as low as Samuel of course) with a quirk of her eyebrow.]

Sir.

[shipshapeshipco]

["She quite fancies you, Sam old lad. Now's the time to bait the hook and hold the reel. She could be dangling from the end of your pole in no time!"

After that completely innocent exchange, Samuel and his head-friend were immediately distracted. His eyes drop. His face goes pale.

That must be the slenderest ankle he's ever...

--Not now, Samuel! Be a charmer!]

I-I... oh my. Ahem. Ahhhh. Rather nice, the evening. Yes?

[ooc: And suddenly, playing Samuel and playing Lenny wasn't so different after all.]