NationStates Jolt Archive

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Bob laid on the bed. He was warm. Too warm. He needed to get out of his room. Perhaps he could find someone who would be willing to sell him .....he needed to write. Never mind other thoughts! No purple skirts, no shorts! He must focus on his story. Another half hour goes by and he gives in to temptation. Bob goes to the bar for a double whiskey....

OOC: Sry, 4th of July does that

Katja was still there this time filling out the crosswords, she was singing a beautiful little ditty.
Mulberry was sat on her usual bar stool next to Katja.
'hmpph, fridays are usually busy arent they sweetie' she said stroking the dogs head and smiling softly.

IC:

Zakari Hatoson, a member of the board of directors of Yalon Conogolomerat, one of the five large congolomerates of Uiri owned a timeshare on the beach in Feninia. He owned the hut from July 1st to September 30th. He had no wife or kids and was normally to busy for the rest of his family so no one really cared that he spent Revolution Day (July 8th) overseas. The man even brought his own fireworks.

Zakari, or Zak as he preferred, was 1.875 m (6 foot 3) tall and weighted 80 kg (176 lbs). He was 35 with sharp black hair and deep blue eyes. His formal manner of dress was a black suit with a white shirt and his favourite tie which was blue with B L U E written in white down the front of it. In terms of footwear he wore nice dress-type shoes. During his vacation he normally wore a Blue shirt with BLUE PARTY written accross it in white and Khaki shorts. His footwear consisted of a pair of navy blue sandals or in wet weather a pair of boots. Socks and sandals don't go together but socks and dress-type shoes or boots do.

Zak grew up in Northern Gogari and went to school - a feature common only among the rich. Fluent in three languages and a degree equivalent to that of an Ivy League University in most countries puts him in a good position financially. Zak is impersonal when it comes to business but when on vacation his true party animal comes out, especially on the 8th when he celebrates with patriotism likened to that of Heni Huso himself.

Zak strolled into the bar, having spent most of his time here in the cabin checking business stuff and wanting to get out and do some drinking. Only a few days until Revolution Day he reminded himself; it was the time of the year to party like he hasn't a care in the world.

IC:

Zakari Hatoson, a member of the board of directors of Yalon Conogolomerat, one of the five large congolomerates of Uiri owned a timeshare on the beach in Feninia. He owned the hut from July 1st to September 30th. He had no wife or kids and was normally to busy for the rest of his family so no one really cared that he spent Revolution Day (July 8th) overseas. The man even brought his own fireworks.

Zakari, or Zak as he preferred, was 1.875 m (6 foot 3) tall and weighted 80 kg (176 lbs). He was 35 with sharp black hair and deep blue eyes. His formal manner of dress was a black suit with a white shirt and his favourite tie which was blue with B L U E written in white down the front of it. In terms of footwear he wore nice dress-type shoes. During his vacation he normally wore a Blue shirt with BLUE PARTY written accross it in white and Khaki shorts. His footwear consisted of a pair of navy blue sandals or in wet weather a pair of boots. Socks and sandals don't go together but socks and dress-type shoes or boots do.

Zak grew up in Northern Gogari and went to school - a feature common only among the rich. Fluent in three languages and a degree equivalent to that of an Ivy League University in most countries puts him in a good position financially. Zak is impersonal when it comes to business but when on vacation his true party animal comes out, especially on the 8th when he celebrates with patriotism likened to that of Heni Huso himself.

Katja saw Zak out the corner of her eye, she went back to what she was doing.

*Katja sings*I'll wait the signs to come.
I'll find a way
I will wait the time to come.
I'll find a way home.

My light shall be the moon
And my path - the ocean.
My guide the morning star
As I sail home to you

Zakari, noticing that Katja had glanced at him, even if without turning her head, strolled over. He was wearing his vacation attire when he went up to her, "A three letter alcoholic beverage is rum. Speaking of which, could I get a shot?"

Katja! Glad your still here. I need a double whiskey, and could I get you something? My name is Robert Terhune. I'm very glad to meet you. Bob's eyes couldn't help but drink her in. She filled the room although it was completely empty. What a prize, coming in here to find her all alone!

'a personal favourite of mine...and dang how did you know that was the one I was looking for?' she gasped genuinely surprised.

'What do you think of Morgans Spiced?...single or double shot?' she asked

Stretched out on a blanket underneath a parasol, the President of the Supreme Soviet looked less like a head of state and more like a middle-aged retiree. But that was far from the truth. At 47, he was the youngest man to be elected President, and had been the youngest Chief of Naval Operations beforehand. He laid out on the beach in a pair of red and yellow swim trunks, a tan boonie hat covering his face as he dozed serenely. He was only disturbed when he was nudged ever-so-gently. He looked up to see his NSA and lifelong companion, Samantha Lexi, looking down at him, drinks in hand. He sat up and took one gratefully, moving over so she could share in the shade.

"This was a good idea," he said with a sip.

"Hehe, it was my idea," she chuckled. Sam crossed her legs, causing her sarong to open slightly and reveal her well-shaped legs. "Or did you just agree to see me in a swimsuit?" she joked.

"Well, that's an added benefit," he joked back. In fact, both were in good physical shape as a result of being career military; himself in the Maritime Forces and Samantha as a Marine. "C'mon, after the crap with CM and before this formal thing in Steudlton, this'll be a nice break."

"It almost feels like we're retired," she mused. "Vince," Sam said as she turned to look at him, "When are you going to retire? I mean, you have two years left in your term...is it back to CNO afterwards?"

"I try not to think about the future," he answered, "It happens soon enough."

"I'm serious."

"So am I," he replied. "But a nice house in the country, green hills...no more politics. That doesn't sound so bad."

"And a wife, two-point-five kids and a white picket fence...?"

"Hehe, what's so bad about that?" he asked.

Katja! Glad your still here. I need a double whiskey, and could I get you something? My name is Robert Terhune. I'm very glad to meet you. Bob's eyes couldn't help but drink her in. She filled the room although it was completely empty. What a prize, coming in here to find her all alone!

She smiled at Bob.
'Mulberry will take your bags up to your room if you show her where they are'

She notice him gazing at her and she blushed and looked away quickly.

'I am alright for the minute, I am on medication so alcohol is a no-no' she giggled.

I AM SORRY! I did not see you right away. Of course I would like to buy you a drink also. My name is Bob. Can I buy a round?

Mark casualy walked into the bar wearing a baggy black t shirt and green camo shorts supporting black flip flops that made a horrible nosie when ever he took a step.

He walked over to the bar and grabbed a seat, "Can i get a drink please" he asked openly

"So, what do you want to do here while you're away?", she asked, and Nansen simply smiled, for her mind could not ponder on the primary reason.

"I don't know exactly yet. I never came to a beach before on leisure, but I will not miss anything, I have already been too busy with real business, and now I feel a bit drained. Call me crazy, but I want do everything I can, or almost everything, to be more precise"

Taking her steps through the rustic bar, Agathe immediately came at the counter Katja was, expectingly distracted with a hobby, where she came to and quickly addressed her, tapping her feet on the ground:

"Katja, a créme de menthe and a superchilly coke"

She could not ponder on anything better. There was the nuka cola from the anarchic Vault 10 surroundings, but she heard some rumors about it being the equivalent of a Roentgen Rum, and wasn't in the mood for risking some radioactive crap at the moment.

Katja poured the drink for Agathe and passed it over to her with a smile.

'what drink would you like Mark?'

'a personal favourite of mine...and dang how did you know that was the one I was looking for?' she gasped genuinely surprised.

'What do you think of Morgans Spiced?...single or double shot?' she asked

"You wouldn't happen to have Ronan Cockspur would you? Its my favourite and usually imported cheaply from Miamoria, an island nation south of my homeland, Uiri. Single shot please. 10 dram where I come from."

Katja! Glad your still here. I need a double whiskey, and could I get you something? My name is Robert Terhune. I'm very glad to meet you. Bob's eyes couldn't help but drink her in. She filled the room although it was completely empty. What a prize, coming in here to find her all alone!

Turning to bob he said, " I've already ordered although I'm curious why you'd want to buy me a drink."

Turning to Agathe he said, "I'll pay for that if you want. I don't mind, I'm a couple promotions from CEO."

"errr can i have errrr a jack daniels please, and errr what is there to do here then? appart from getting wasted" he smirked

she smiled.
'OK, coming right up, but I would strongly suggest it in future' she said with a friendly wink.

she smiled.
'OK, coming right up, but I would strongly suggest it in future' she said with a friendly wink.

"Thank you. I'll probably have many double shots on the 8th so I might as well try it then."

"errr can i have errrr a jack daniels please, and errr what is there to do here then? appart from getting wasted" he smirked

"We could always get a coupld of hands of poker going."

'whats so special about the 8th?, I do plan to have a big party soon'

"Yeh jack daniels please" asked Mark, must not of heard me he thought

'whats so special about the 8th?, I do plan to have a big party soon'

"Ah, yes, sometimes I forget that I'm abroad. The 8th is Revolution Day. The day on which Heni Huso and most of the people in the then village of Gogari stormed the Maire's office and Heni Huso killed him in the confusion. It was the beginning of our independance and the day we also pelted the french flag with blue and yellow berries to create our own flag. I brought fireworks and Tiraka beer; the only beer made from stuff 100% native to Uiri. That is why I always have my party on the 8th."

Before returning to Nadia, her mind was very fixed at why they were still standing, and she decided to grab a pair of benches as well to bring with her. They seemed to be not so heavy, but she refused to remember why, for that was something that would bring her back the nightmares of old. Laying them facing each other with only one of her hands, she offered to Nadia the drink, saying:

"Here is the creme menthe you asked. Now, I need to rest my legs", and sat down at the bench, relaxing and stretching her legs.

"Now, just like you asked me, what would you want to do here, Nadia?"

I would buy you a drink because I am new here, and intend to stay for a while. As I could use all the company I can get, I offered you a drink. I hope you will accept.

Katja hoped Bob was still around, she wanted to know more about him, she polished the glasses as the bar quietened down.

Zak took a sip of his Miamorian rum. It was good. He asked Katja, "So... Does Feninia have any holidays like Revolution Day?"

'We have the Celebration of Lakes, in old tongu Feninia translates to water, we have alot of water and lakes/rivers' she said smiling.

'I will show you sometime'

"Sounds nice. What exactly is old tongue, anyways?"

'the old language of the druids and priestesses' she said smiling, she handed him a leaflet documenting the history.

'if you ever get REALLY bored' she giggled

Frustration has it's good points too. Bob returned to his room and pounded out the laptop for four hours. Bob Terhune was a mystery writer. He did the sort of stories like Sherlock Holmes, Charlie Chan and Hercule Poirot. Nothing that would be considered great story telling, but the public loved it. It had made him a great deal of money. Although the money was good Bob didn't do it strictly for the money. When it went well, it was exciting, enjoyable, and fore filling. That rarely happened anymore. Bob's life had made a wrong turn somewhere. He didn't know exactly when it happened, or where, but it happened. The drug thing was another problem waiting to be tackled. He made a determined effort to replace some of his old friends with something new. People who would help him control his demons, not enforce them. His wife and her infidelity were all part of the same problem. Yes, he dreamed of taking the kids away, of dragging her to court embarrassing her in front of the entire world, but it wouldn't change anything. He would still be without her. Maybe running away wasn't the answer, but then, what was? He'd heard of this retreat and decided to partake if possible. Now here, he was determined to enjoy himself.......

Katja was concerned about Bob, he seemed very frustrated and confused, almost delirious, she excused herself from Zak and went and knocked on his door with the lame excuse that he had left something in the bar.

Voda and Orange

Blade step out of taxi and turn to help out Mary
"here we are on school holidays' he say to her

MaryFaith smiled.
'its gorgeous.......' she said, she couldnt want to get her slim teenage body out in the suns rays.

MaryFaith smiled.
'its gorgeous.......' she said, she couldnt want to get her slim teenage body out in the suns rays.

Blade put a around her waist
"just so with you her" he said with a smilie thinking on what she packed
to wear for the beach

Maryfaith took her things to her room, she nodded to Katja, she changed into a blue bikini, she grabbed her magazine and some coke, she spun around Blade so he felt her soft skin

Maryfaith took her things to her room, she nodded to Katja, she changed into a blue bikini, she grabbed her magazine and some coke, she spun around Blade so he felt her soft skin

"you" Blade said with a smilie as she teased him with her soft skin
"meet you after taking my pack to the room" he add before givnig her quick kiss

Armin noticed Katja in the distance and walked towards her with a smile. "Miss Katja, how did you get to become the owner of this beautiful and comfortable establishment? You sure have kept it clean, tidy, and aesthetically presentable."

Maryfaith laid her towel down and laid on it, playing music from the player next to her and sipping her coke.

His first day at Holiday was almost over and Bob was exhausted. He had accomplished a few positive things. The pages of his latest book were already set to save, on the computer and he'd remained sober for the entire day, although it wasn't his intention to remain so. His thoughts once again went to Katja in the bar. She was really something to see. You could tell she enjoyed her guests and took absolute pleasure in keeping them happy. His thoughts were interrupted by the beep of the cell. Bob knew who it was without looking. Annie just didn't give up. "what is it, Annie?"....'Bob, where are you? We are worried sick". Bob thought of the "we" comment and thought that Jeff standing next to her, or perhaps naked in his bad with her. "Annie, thank you for pretending but we both know how you feel" I am away for the time being, and doing a bit of writing. Bob thought that maybe the insurance was on her mind, as she knew what would happen if he killed himself. Annie was never one to underestimate her pitfalls. She started to protest but Bob hung up and turned the cell off. He didn't know what time the bar closed but perhaps there was still time for a nightcap.

'Bob...' Katja knocked on the door.
'are you ok?' she asked, she took a step back hoping he would come out.

Maryfaith laid her towel down and laid on it, playing music from the player next to her and sipping her coke.

soon Blade's boots were next to her as he stands there just in his pants and boots as he looked out at the water

"did i tell you,you look hot" He asked watching the waves hit the shore

she smiled.
'I am sure you have' she giggled,

Katja? Is that you? I was just going to the bar for a nightcap. Care to join me?

'Of course, well no one else can serve you except me' she said giggling.
'I shall meet you down there' she said softly into the keyhole, she quickly ruffled her hair and applied some much needed lipgloss.

she smiled.
'I am sure you have' she giggled,

"mm think i have ,an i still feel naked with out my dragoon and knife" Blade said as he takes off his boots

"going for a swim,i'll try an not get in a fight with a shark"

she smiled and watched him run, he had an amazing body.

Mike and Janet Johnston walked hand in hand up to the house.

"Is this the right place?" asked Janet.

"It's the address I was given," said Mike. "I can hear music. Let's at least check it out."

"Ok. I suppose it's a nice enough place to spend your summer break. Do you think they have any food? I'm starving." she said.

"Let's ask around." he said.

Bob couldn't believe it. Katja had actually come to see about him. He must not let him mind run wild. She is so hot, he thought. I hope she is still wearing her short purple skirt he thought. Anyway this proves he had made the right decision to get away from home and go on holiday. Bob put his radical island shirt on and a pair of khaki shorts. He felt a little out of place wearing this outfit but with no one to properly dress him, he took his chances. He opened the door and walked downstairs to the bar. Although he was nervous, a good strong Gin and tonic would do him wonders. There she was! She lit up the place. Even from this distance he could see no other but her. Hello, Kitja, thanks for looking in on me. A gin and tonic if you please, and before you say anything about taking medicine, I sure do hope you'll well enough to have a drink with me? Bob couldn't help but notice what she was wearing.

'Bob, I am fine, its simply a little mishap I had some time ago, I will just have a soda' she smiled.

She handed him the drink.

'so what are you escaping from?' she asked boldly, she leant a little forward not realising she was giving him an optimim view of her breasts.

she smiled and watched him run, he had an amazing body.

some time pass Blade returns and sits next to her an fished out his MP player

"just going lay here and listen to Closer (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YzUjU3yEVrY)To Home Babe"

Running away? Nothing of the sort. I am here on Holiday. Just a bit of fun. Bob knew he had a grand view, but he learned long ago to look a pretty woman in the eye. (at least till he could stand it no longer) "Then have a soda pop on me". He reached down and slightly touched Katja hand as she handed the drink to him. He felt her heat .He smiled, and gulped the very strong drink straight away. Please I'll have another and as she turned away to prepare the libation his eyes darted to her soft breasts. OMG he thought. Could she be doing this on purpose? He knew that small talk wouldn't keep her there for very long, so thoughts of conversations raced across his empty mind. " Katja do you ever get lonely?"

Lars woke with a start, then looked around anxiously. Hope I wasn't talking in my sleep again... He got up out of the chair he was in and stretched out his legs. He noticed a new person was at the bar talking to Katja, and how much he was drinking. He looked around, and stood there, trying to decide if he should go to his room or try to talk to someone.

Nadia smiled and took a sip. "Thanks. Well... get away from it all for a few days. Just relax and see what comes to me," she replied, sitting next to Agathe and stretching her legs. She slouched a bit so she appeared to be shorter than she actually was.

"Sample some more of the exotic drinks they have here, if I can. Might join a game of beach volleyball to unwind later."

"Did you hear that, honey?" said Janet. "Beach volleyball! I'm going to go get changed."

"Ok, dear. I think I'll see about the food, and something to drink." said Mike.

She stopped for a second.

'Yes I do...quite a bit...but I have Mulberry, and this place' she said.

'why do you ask?'

"Like a gift from the heavens, it was easy to tell,
It was love from above, that could save me from hell, She had fire in her soul it was easy to see,
How the devil himself could be pulled out of me, There were drums in the air as she started to dance,
Every soul in the room keeping time with there hands,
And we sang..."

Blade takes Marys hand an he sing to the song he was listening to

Mary hung onto his every word and then looked up at the bright blue sky.

The liquor was starting to do it's job. Bob felt the rush hit his temples. He thought that perhaps he had slipped a gap in Katja's armor. He knew she would always be polite to her guest, and perhaps it was just his imagination but she this being polite, or was she really interested? "I ask because I get lonely sometimes." Bob relaxed, really relaxed, and for the first time today he heard the music that had been playing. Perhaps it was the gin or the lady herself, but it was good. The song changed, and Bob took Katja's hand and said. " This is my favorite song, and I know your tending the bar, but won't you dance this slow dance with me?" The patrons will wait till after this song is over, and anyway all the glasses are filled." Dance with me Katja"?

Mary hung onto his every word and then looked up at the bright blue sky.

Blade finished the song then rolled on top of her to kiss her

"love you babe" he say to her

Katja blushed and accepted the offer to dance, she followed him to the dance floor area, she was a little confused as to what to do, she really liked Lucian, but was this a come-on from her to him, she didnt want to mislead him.

Bob's sensations went into overdrive. He took Katja's hand and lead her out of the bar area, to the dance floor. Looking her straight in the eye he slipped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. The smell of her hair, the touch of her thigh against his, the feel of her hands. He positioned his body so he could feel as much of her as possible. Slowly she started to move with him in time with the song. Bob felt a excitement grow in the deep regions of his body. It was as every brochure had ever said it would be. Him, in this exotic place, dancing with his beautiful woman. It was a Bogie movie for sure. Folks back home would not recognize him .He was so out of character. Bob the drug addict, dancing with this island lady. He was sure this must be a dream or perhaps a "out of body experience" Only then did Bob notice that others were watching him and Katja.

Lars glanced over to Bob and Katja dancing, then turned back, careful not to stare. "Sigh... well, I suppose I could try doing some of my work for the moment... good thing I brought one of my projects," he muttered to himself. Lars had an odd habit of thinking out loud without realizing it. He started walking to his room.

Katja smiled, she gave him a friendly peck on the cheek and shuffled back to the bar.
'thank you' she said as she left him.

'Lars....how are you?!' she asked, patting his shoulder.

Lars jumped a little, then turned around. "Oh, I'm doing fine Katja, thanks for asking. This really is a great place you have here. I was just going back to my room, to, uh, unwind. I won't keep you, I can see you're busy will all these new guys around." He turned back around and started heading to his room.

'Lars...' she asked quietly.

'Don't go, please stay *she grasped his wrist*, they have all gone outside, were you ok yesterday?'

She hated getting attention from all these blokes, its nice to start with, but she wanted to settle down, not be so butterfly like with her affections.

Lars turned around, and stammerd, "I-I....ok, Katja." He smiled. "I guess all the excitement yesterday had just worn me out. I'm fine," and with this, hesitatingly, he put his hand on hers. "Really."

she smiled.
'Yes It was quite mad wasnt it' she said, she felt calm with him, she just didnt want to jump straight into anything, this is what happened before, but half the men had wives and un-beknown to her pledged this false love and lead her on; she wondered why she came back sometimes.

She squeezed his hand a little.

'I need to calm down a little, like with relationships, I should really just see the guys in the bar as customers, nothing else' she said quietly.

'I can't do that with you though'

A look of puzzlement crossed Lars's face. "Me? And why me? ....Oh, before you say anything, it looks like you need to refill drinks at the bar. I think I'll just be over here for a while."

OOC: I gtg, be back 2nite

OOC: ok :fluffle:

IC:
'Theres just something about you' she said smiling, she nodded and went down the basement and refilled the barrels.

She watched him go and sat on the porch with Mulberry.

The need to re juice himself was becoming overwhelming. Bob went to his lodging and locked the door behind him. Going into the closet, he unpacked a small leather tote bag. In it were his needles and the small folded packets. Bob began to shake slightly in anticipation. He knew soon he'd be feeling the pleasure engulf him. Into the spoon went the content of the packet and when mixed together under a flame, it was sucked up through the rather dull needle. Now rushing for his unused tie, Bob circled his arm numerous times. Watching his vein pop ever so slightly, he inserted the tip and pushed the plunger. All would be good for a few hours now....

Katja gathered her house keeping stuff, she was going to buff up the rooms ready for customers, also maintain the others currently being used,
she knocked on Bobs door and walked in regardless and dumped her stuff down to clean, she then saw the tie and peaked in the bin and saw the used needle, she gulped.

Lucian decided to return to bar, he'd gotten enough rest and it was time he beagn socializing more. He was wearing a different pair of shorts this time, red ones with black stripes around the legs. He also wore a white button-up shirt and sunglasses. "Lovely day." He said to no one in particular before taking a seat.

Katja came down the bar very shocked, she was shaking a little.
'Hello Lucian' she said, she kissed his cheek.
'what would you like to drink?'

Lucian smiled and hugged her, "Well some orange juice would be nice. Please." He removed the shades and put them in his pocket.

She did as he asked.
'did you enjoy the walk in the forest?' she asked.

"Indeed I did. It was pleasant to say the very least, a few suprises along the way. I enjoyed it quite a bit, perhaps we can do that again some other time." Lucian said with a smile.

She smiled, she didnt know what to say.
'where did you go this morning?'

"I just needed some extra sleep I suppose. I don't have very good hours at my job so sleep becomes a luxary. I had to get myself into the 'not working' state of mind." He gave a small smile, "Don't worry though, I'm fine. So how're you today?"

'I am OK, got some things on my mind' she said, taking a gentle sip of some rum with coke.

"With the odd group we have here I suppose that just comes with the territory. Most of them seem pretty cool in their own way so it's all good I suppose."

she smiled, she though he knew what she meant.
'What are your plans for the rest of the day?'

"Don't have any, I just make stuff up as I go along now that I'm on vacation. You have anything in mind?" He wasn't going to bother beating around the bush, being straight forward was much easier.

'true, I was thinking of going for a walk along the beach and to the rocks....nothing glamorous'

"Well, sightseeing around here seems fine. There's always something to see. Plus, in Greywatch, I'm always seeing mountains and hills, so a beach is something... new and different for me." He shrugged, "It doesn't need to be glamorous for it to be fun."

she smiled, she leaned over the bar and kissed him on the cheek.
' Well I am sure you will enjoy the stay here'

He smiled, "Yes, I'm sure I will." He kissed her in return. "Did I mess anything while I was gone? Hopefully there wasn't another accident."

'no no....everything is fine' she said smiling.

'ahhh, I am worried about Mulberry, she seems to be getting chubby'

Lucian let out a small chuckle, "Nothing some excersise won't fix I'm sure."

she smiled, she went up to her room and came back in her jogging gear.

'you game?' she asked, she put Mulberrys purple sparkly collar on and attached her lead.

Lucian smiled, "Sure, lemme get some sneakers on and I'm good. Unless we're running on the beach, in that case I can go barefoot."

'Yeah it will be on the beach' She took Mulberry outside and waited, she wanted to race ahead and beat him.
'first one to the cliff base is a monkey' she shouted playfully as her and Mulberry started missioning along the sand.

Bob woke, he was still groggy from the drug induced sleep he'd just had. Almost right away he saw someone had entered his room. His "goods" were still laying out. My God, he thought. Well my secret is out to someone. I shell be asked to leave this establishment, he thought, as only Katja herself would be able to enter his room unannounced. Bob decided it would be best to keep away from the others today. Katja had shown she had strong feelings for this fellow Lars. Oh well, he seemed like a nice enough fellow. Bob thought he better just lay low, and try to let things calm down. Besides it looked like a great day outside, and he hadn't seen anything of the place except the bar and this room. He looked at himself in the mirror and saw a very pale,hollow eyed man. He raised his head and thought that now might be the time to changed a few things in his life. He had to work on that book too. A little air was called for. Bob changed his cloths, left his room, walked past the bar, waving to everyone in there, especilly to Katja, ( who looked wonderful )and into the sunshine outside. Some time alone to recharge his batteries, and a long over due soul searching was called for.

He laughed, "Okay then, barefoot it is!" He took off his sandles and chased after her, he wasn't going to push it. He'd let get some ways ahead of him before he began trying to catch up.

Katja smiled and easily reached the cliffs before Lucian, she waited with her hands on hips slightly out of breath.

Lucian was alittle suprised, she got there before he even had decided to speed up. He then decided to best not make her wait and ran after her until he got to the cliff. He was breathing deeply but wasn't panting, "You're faster than I thought. Guess I'll have to run more, eh?" He smiled at her.

Once outside Bob walked over to the lounge chair. He laid out his water bottle he'd taken from his room and pushed it into the sand so it wouldn't fall over. He also had a rather large bag that was weighted down inside. He hoped the weight was enough to not only drop it to the bottom, but out to sea forever. He looked around and aside from that fellow from Greywatch running in the distance, there wasn't anyone he could see. Bob grabbed the bag and walked into the water. It contained everything his drug habit needed. The needles, The bags of cocaine, even the tie he once worn around his neck. Bob walked until the water was just above his head. The bag had become heavy and was a hindrance in his progress. He released it to the water. Bob look at the heavens, tears rolled down his face. "God, help your miserable servant in his time of need. "I need help so badly" He composed himself and walked to shore. Remember, he told himself, you are going to do this! You are bigger then "it" is. "You are not worthless". Bob sat in the lounge chair, took a sip of water and felt the sun doing it's job of tanning his body. Relieve over took him ....Bob thought that if only he could make friend here......if only

Nadia stepped out of the building, hoping to find some more people to play beach volleyball with her. She needed the exercise and something to do.

She also noticed earlier someone leaving and seeming upset, though she thought little of it at first. It did, however, seem that he might want someone to talk to. Jogging out to the beach at a moderate pace, she approached the man, who if she remembered correctly someone had called Bob.

The game could wait, for now. The only person she'd talked to about playing was Agathe, and somehow a one-on-one didn't seem too much fun. This guy seemed really upset about something.

"Hi," said Nadia. She had a soft Middle Eastern accent, but had an European look to her, probably Eastern if one didn't know specifically. She stood next to Bob, but didn't sit down for now.

Katja slipped her hand into his and kissed his cheek.
'Mulberry didn't do too badly either' she said, ruffling her dogs coat.

"No she didn't, seeing as you both beat me here," he said and smiled as he kissed Katja on the cheek in return. "So, where to from here?"

'Just stand for a minute, listen to that' she said, she was making him listen to the silence, the gentle coo'ing of doves in the background and the gentle waves lapping onto the sand.

Lucian closed his eyes as he listened, the sounds of nature around him. A cool breeze could be felt, "This is... nice." He said with a smile.

Zak finished his rum and retreated to the corner to play solitaire. He played until the bar closed, every game ended with him being stumped. Clearly he wasn't very good at solitaire but there wasn't anything better. At about midnight - or perhaps it was 1 in the morning - he decided to retire to his room to get some sleep.

He slept in until noon, letting all his tiredness out. Once he awoke and changed into suitable clothes he decided to go to the bar for a hot dog brunch. Using his key he locked up and looked around the bar to see if anyone had noticed his arrival at the establishment owned & operated by the enchanting young woman who had served him some very good quality rum the night before.

she smiled.
'this is what I live for' she said smiling, she looked sad.
'When are you leaving?'

Zak finished his rum and retreated to the corner to play solitaire. He played until the bar closed, every game ended with him being stumped. Clearly he wasn't very good at solitaire but there wasn't anything better. At about midnight - or perhaps it was 1 in the morning - he decided to retire to his room to get some sleep.

He slept in until noon, letting all his tiredness out. Once he awoke and changed into suitable clothes he decided to go to the bar for a hot dog brunch. Using his key he locked up and looked around the bar to see if anyone had noticed his arrival at the establishment owned & operated by the enchanting young woman who had served him some very good quality rum the night before.

Katja's younger sister Milly was unloading her suitcase from the taxi, she lumped it all through the bar area, she must have just come out of her teenage years, she had a little puppy fat still, she stumbled over and landed in a heap, not taking in that Zak was there.

Well hello, you are Nadia, are you not? My name is Bob. Bob Terhune. It is nice to meet you at last. Please sit down. I am sorry but I only have this small bottle of water. Can I get you something?

"Me? I'm staying here for awhile. I brought my laptop so even if they need me for something I can issue important commands from here." He smiled, "No, I'm not expecting to leave anytime soon."

She smiled
'good, I wouldnt want you to leave so soon'

"And I wouldn't want to leave, I'm having too much fun here with you."

she smiled and squeezed his hand, she then got some cool water and splashed him playfully.

Katja's younger sister Milly was unloading her suitcase from the taxi, she lumped it all through the bar area, she must have just come out of her teenage years, she had a little puppy fat still, she stumbled over and landed in a heap, not taking in that Zak was there.

Zak noticed that she was struggling with suitcases and also that she looked a surprisingly similar to Katja. He deduced that she must be Katja's younger sister and that she may or may not be allowed to consume alcohol in this country. "Do you want any assistance?" he offered politely trying to hide any trace of an Uir accent.

Nadia shook her head. "Seems to me more like you need something," she said, setting her own water bottle in the sand and sitting down in a lounge chair, still in her coverup.

"You seemed... upset, is it something you want to talk about?"

"Hey." He said with smile, scooping up some water and then splashing her back.

I think I've become somewhat of a upset to everyone around here. Believe me it was not my intention to be so. I am, indeed, in a bit of trouble, but I may have just released all my troubles to King Neptune. It sure is nice to talk to someone though. Please, let's not talk about me, but tell me all about yourself. I am a writer and people intrigue me.

'Oh sorry, I didn't see you there' she was a spitting image of Katja, only a little rounder.

She saw his angular face and the teenage hormones kicked in
OMG...HE IS HOTTTTT

'Where is my dorky big sister?'

At this particular moment Bob just wanted to hear another's voice.

"Hey." He said with smile, scooping up some water and then splashing her back.

she pushed him into the sea.

Lucian went under the water for a moment, he smiled as he sat under the waves. He then came out and splashed Katja again, playfully but this time with more water.

'Oh sorry, I didn't see you there' she was a spitting image of Katja, only a little rounder.

She saw his angular face and the teenage hormones kicked in
OMG...HE IS HOTTTTT

'Where is my dorky big sister?'

"I dunno. I just woke up actually. I'm in the 5th cabin to the left. Let me take these for you," Zak went to take the suitcase from her, " Are you authorized to bar tend?"

"You didn't upset me," said Nadia. "More like you seemed upset. As for me..."

She didn't much like talking about her position, and tended to downplay her performance when not engaged in official duties, like now that she was on vacation. "I'm a military commander," she said. "Air Force."

Kahanistanian culture tended to be less guarded with sharing personal information with people one just met. It was perfectly acceptable, for example, to talk about things like one's age, job or marital status with a casual acquaintance.

"So, you want to know all about me." Where do I start... "I'm 33 years old, active in politics, and I like to dance, swim and play sports for fun. I speak fluent Russian. I'm here alone, but I like to go to clubs with friends. I usually don't drink unless I'm stressed or it's a special occasion. Is there anything else you care to know about me?"

'Yes, I am 20' she said smiling.
'I am on break before uni, so I thought I would come and annoy Kat and earn some money' she said, she felt her heart go, but she ignored it
bloody hormones

Katja was not gonna be beaten and she pushed him into the water again, and ran back to the cabin, she saw the taxi leave and she knew Milly was there.

Drinking time thought Mark to himself as he entered the bar. In the bar he saw a man chatting to what only could be descibed as a younger slightly chubbier version of Katja.

" Are you authorized to bar tend?"

"If she is, i'll have a beer please" grinned Mark

He got out of the water rather quickly and chased after her, this time letting himself go. He had to sprint to make up for the lost time he''d been getting out of the water. Ah, looks like she's gonna beat be again anyway.

"Well, I'm 35 and the cabin of mine is a timeshare which I own from July 1st to September 30th. No one in my home country cares that I spend Revolution Day - which is on the 8th - abroad and its easier to party on vacation. If it isn't too much trouble could you get me a hotdog and a beer? Where do you want the suitcase anyways?"

Milly smiled
'Sure' she said, when he said 35, she could imagine him being really succesful with a gorgeous wife and car.

She went and did as he asked

'Could you put it in room 11 please...keys' she said passing them to him.

She hopped down to the kitchen and started cooking up.

Katja got back to the beach house and waited for Lucian, she grabbed his hand and pulled him close.
'your the looser monkey' she said cheekily.

Milly saw Mark
'what would you like?' she asked,she wore a yellow strap top and some green camo cropped trousers.

He kissed her on the forehead, "I think I can deal with that." He said with a smile.

I am glad I did not upset you, but I fear I've upset others. Anyway, it's nice that you noticed my difficulties. I am 36 now almost 37. Getting old I'm afraid, and married .....at least I was married when I left yesterday. Ah,... this is a beautiful place isn't it?

Katja shivered inside and squeezed his hand gently as she walked in to see Milly.

Mike Johnston looked around and then asked one of the people passing by "Excuse me, could you tell me who I could speak to about finding some food and drink for my wife and myself?"

"errr just a beer please, so errr im guessing your Katja's sister then?"

'I certainly am, I am here filling in between Uni......she said I should come here as its one of the best summers since we got this shack, and she's right!!!!, I have never seen it so radiant'

"yeh it is quite nice at the mo, so err Uni? what are you studying? I finished studying media at Uni two years ago"

As Lucian followed he saw Milly, "Hey, she looks almost exactly like you... is that your sister?"

'she sure is' Katja cuddled her sister close.
'Milly...meet Lucian'

Milly extended her hand.
'Greetings' she said smiling

OOC: off up the pub with friends now, will be back on tommorrow evening xxx

Nadia smiled and extended her hand. "Yes, it's a very beautiful place. I like it here... probably be here for a few days, maybe a couple of weeks."

She thought maybe his wife had left him - that would explain his trouble. She didn't want to pry, though - but she was there if he wanted to talk to her.

"I'm trying to get a few people together to play a game of beach volleyball," she said. "I could use the exercise, and you could probably burn off some stress. What do you say?"

Milly smiled
'Sure' she said, when he said 35, she could imagine him being really succesful with a gorgeous wife and car.

She went and did as he asked

'Could you put it in room 11 please...keys' she said passing them to him.

She hopped down to the kitchen and started cooking up.

"OK, I'll come right back," he said as he headed down. There were odd numbers on the right and even numbers on the left. Her cabin was across and over from his. This was definetly going to be a fun vacation. Once he had placed the suitcase inside and locked up after himself he lightly jogged toward the bar.

Mike Johnston looked around and then asked one of the people passing by "Excuse me, could you tell me who I could speak to about finding some food and drink for my wife and myself?"

"Actually I'm just headed over to the Beach House right now. They serve both food and drink - alcoholic and non-alcoholic. Its really a good place and goes well with the cabins."

Zak went inside and took the same seat he had had the day before. He ate his hotdog and drank his beer.

Mark turned to Zak who had just sat down

"hey, im Mark, im not sure we've met" he said as he extended his hand for a handshake.

Lucian shook the hand with a smile, "Pleasure to meet you."

Once he had finished his food he answered Mark,"I'm Zak. Its a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Where are you from?" Zak took the offer for a handshake. Zak's shake was firm from many business meetings.

"firm shake there, so what brings you here then?"

"A timeshare. Quite simply whether someone makes 150,000 arjets or 1,500 arjets someone always uses what they have bought."

"oh ryt so you a buisnessman?"

"There is no business like business. I'm on the board of directors for the largest corporation in Uiri. There are really only 5 corporations and there subsidies but none the less I am one of the higher-ups. I even went to University," the last comment was said very proudly as if not everyone went to University.

"I went to Uni too, i finished two years ago. What did you study?"

"I have a 5-star business degree from UU. I finished 10 years ago although I'm 35. Really? You went to University? So I guess you come from a rich family too?"

OOC: How is your region?

"yeah despite the long hair and the pot smoking, yeah i went to Uni, well yeah my familys sort of rich, my fathers an important communist" he grinned as he spoke

OOC: my regions all right, full of commies :D hows urs?

Milly sat at the bar yawning, she kept flashing glances at Zak and listening to their conversation
'Milly you should go to bed, you look beat!' Katja said.
Milly nodded, she stood up and waved and went to go out the back of the bar.

"Goodnight Milly, nice meeting you." Said Lucian as he hugged Katja with a smile.

Mark turned to Milly

"Hey grab a seat get chattin with us" as he said this he gestured towards a seat

Milly smiled, she wanted to talk to Zak & Mark more, but she was so tired.
'Maybe tommorrow guys' she said, she sported a sidewards cheeky smile and went to walk upstairs.

"Ok, i'll look forward to it" grinned Mark

"Communist? *spat* The evil scum we near-eradicated so many years ago? Never knew that som nations still are under the disillusion that Communism can work. I remember my father telling me stories of policemen searching homes for Red Party members to put them in institutions and public service announcements talking about Every Has A Work Ethic Disorder or EHAWED (ee-haw-d). I'm glad I live in a capitalist society or else I dunno what I'd be doing. So...does it work? Do you have freedom?"

Milly smiled at both men and gave her sister a kiss on the cheek, she then took Mulberry upstairs with her.

OOC: off and out guys....xxxxxxx

OOC: laters

Volley Ball sounds great Nadia, you get the people together and I'll try and keep up. And, yes you are correct, the game would no doubt relieve my stress, He noted how nice she was and he felt sure she somehow knew what pressure he was under. Bob really did feel better. If his demons would just leave his side, for only one night. He knew tonight would be his greatest test.

"Yeah we have loads of freedome, the only thing difference between our nations is that we all get paid the same in my country and there is no evil class system which makes people feel supperior or inferrior to other people. Any ways another drink?" asked Mark

After Nadia left, Bob had discovered how sunburn he'd become. He was sore all over. Looking at himself in the lobby mirror his face had become beet red. The cool lobby air smelled of beer and cigarettes. He felt he still had a few hours to pound the keys. He had come up with a few new ideas for his story. He had Nadia to thank for that. Bob reached his room and opened the dresser drawer to apply some creme to his burning chest. He turned on the shower, setting the knobs to a cool slow pour. He washed his hair and sat at the desk. The next few chapters poured from his overactive mind. He had the feeling that this would be his best story thus far. His publishers would love it. He smiled to himself as his main character in the book got his first glance at the murderer. It would sell out in the first few weeks. There was even talk of a movie deal if all went well. Bob would be set for life if all his plans came to fruition. He found this little shack very conducive to his thinking. A plan had settled in his head and he wondered how it would be received at the bar...

Bob paced the room. He had to talk to Katja. The sooner the better but it was a very delicate matter indeed. He went to his closet and picked out his most formal, informal shirt, alone with a expensive pair of shorts. He started to comb his hair and once again noticed how tan he had become. His thick black hair was even darker with this facial color.Even his hollowness had disappeared with this shade. He positively looked healthy,for once. The idea he had,excited him,yet he had his doubts. A fire burned in Bob that hadn't been there before arriving here. He finished dressing and looked in the mirror. Ah, it was the best it was gonna get. He looked ten years younger. Annie wouldn't recognize him. He opened the door and went down the stairs. He would find Katja in the bar hopefully...

Agathe simply remained on the bench, explaining to Nadia how she was not into volleyball, and that she was too poor with it. For now, the only thing on her mind was to take a look at her own room and unpack her belongings properly. Getting up, she walked out of the lobby of the hostel and headed to her room upstairs. It was indeed an excellent place, which housed simple but comfortable home appliances and furniture, while the view was excellent, like promised. With her key, she locked the room, and crouching, unzipped her large bag to take several things out of it. Clothes, sandals and all assortment of typical things to bring for a summer vacation, while also taking from its depth a strange package. The package was cylindrical, holding something inside.

She opened it, revealing a syringe filled with a transparent liquid, a rubber cord and a box with several unused needles. Tying the band over her right arm, she grabbed the syringe and pushed it slightly on her vein. The pain was minimum, for she was used, and as she squished it, her hand pulled out the syringe, and with a cotton and bandage, she pressed against the point where it was applied, while untying the band.

Her heart began to beat faster, and her senses and reflexes began to become stronger. She could feel herself tense, like if something dangerous was about to happen, staring attentiously at the door of her room while she remained laying on the mattress. It was inevitable, she thought, for she was addicted to artificial amphetamines and endorphines for a long time.

She did not feel any urge to get out of her room, for the sensation seemed to be partly pleasant, and that was only one of the vials she had available. She simply attempted to relax despite the effects, to no avail. Thus, she grabbed a laptop she held in her bag before and decided to access the Internet for news. After it turned on, she opened a browser and entered in her favorite national news website and webtv. The content did not seem to be pleasant, for she purveyed news regarding the first casualties of the war.

Sighing, she closed the laptop, putting it on the nightstand, and wrapped herself inside the sheets over the mattress of her bed. Taking a phone, she called in Katja, asking for something:

"Here is room 29, what do you have for smoking?"

Not finding the bar opened Bob returned to his room. His big news would have to wait. "Ahhhhh" he shouted as he he fell face first in the bed. He had wanted so badly to get this off his chest. He had always thought that striking while the iron was hot was the best way. The laptop was still opened on the desk and it's light shone unusually bright as the light of the day was fading quickly. Then Bob heard it's bing , telling him a mail had come in. Damn, he thought. Annie had somehow found him. Was there no where in the entire world he was safe from her. He rolled out of the bed and went to the computer. Bob didn't recognize the senders name and the ISP was Yahoo. It wasn't Annie, he really disliked Yahoo as it could be anyone. Perhaps some sort of spam. Bob opened the mail. He sat alone in the room, with the light of the computer the lone illumination. His face staring at the screen in disbelieve! Only a few words filled it's space. .................... I HAVE WHAT YOU WANT, I HAVE IT HERE.....What demons possess me, he thought.

Bob felt like a character in one of his own books. He wasn't seeing things. There, in front of him was the proof. Someone was trying to contact him. But who? And they must be on at the retreat! He had thought that perhaps he could overcome his demons alone. He had thought that the burial at sea was the end of it. He felt sure it could be. He felt the healing begin and longed for it. Bob had lost too much because of it. It was behind him. Now this. Who could it be? He didn't remember telling a soul. WAIT, Bob did have a visitor while he was out of it yesterday. No....that must have been Katja, right? Bob tried to think. Was his door locked when he left his room in a clouded haze? He could not remember. He simple could not remember! Really anyone could've come into the room while he was in his drugged state. Who, in this place would want to harm him anyway? OMG, well this threw a monkey wrenge in his plans for the future. He had to talk to Katja soon.

"Actually I'm just headed over to the Beach House right now. They serve both food and drink - alcoholic and non-alcoholic. Its really a good place and goes well with the cabins."

Zak went inside and took the same seat he had had the day before. He ate his hotdog and drank his beer.

"Thank you," said Mike. "My wife went to change her clothes, she'll be along in a minute. Do you happen to know if they serve absinthe there?"

"Oh, you and your absinthe." siad Janet with an exasperated sigh as she returned dressed in her bikini and a simple wrap. "It's all you ever drink. Although I could go for a Cuba Libre if I can get it."

Lars had been standing in the corner, thinking about what Katja had said. What did she mean..... Hmm. She's a strange one, that one. She's always flirting with different guys, especially Dragonborn. I just don't know what to think. Lars suddenly looked around to make sure he wasn't drawing attention to himself. He hoped he hadn't been thinking out loud again. He looked at the clock. I've been standing here for five hours?!?!?! Lars looked around nervously, but no one seemed to have noticed him. This is weird. The only other time I froze up in my thoughts like that...... was that day. Lars once again became lost in his thoughts, standing in the corner of the room.

Your Lars, right? Oh sorry, excuse me, but my name is Bob Terhune and I thought you were talking to me just now? Sorry about that but I am just a bit "twichy" about a few things. Listen Lars, can I ask you a question? Do you have a computer in your cabin?

Lars was startled, and he looked at Bob. Was I talking to him? Hmm. Oh well. "That's fine. And I do have my laptop... why?"

OOC: Btw, I accidentally had replaced Lars's name with Bob the last few times, don't know why, brain fart I guess.

Well some really strange things have been going on around here and .....well , perhaps if you would like to join me for a drink I could talk to you for a few moments?

Lars shook his head. "It's times like these I wish I could drink alcohol. But I'll still join you for a drink. Sure, lets talk." Lars walked over to the bar and sat down.

Well, would you believe thta tonight someone from this retreat e mailed me. I have given my address to no one here, plus I believe someone has entered my room while I was asleep. I have been trying to reach Katja but I can't find her anywhere. This is all very strange, don't you think? What you drinking?

Lars thought for a moment, looking at his drink. "How are you so sure about all of this? I can see how you'd notice someone had entered your room, but how do you know somebody at the resort emailed you? If they don't have your email, then I don't see how it could be. Also, I'm not sure, but I think I saw Katja with Dragonborn." He sighed. "I'm not sure what's in my drink. Katja said it was non-alcoholic, and I believe her." With that, he took a big gulp of his drink.

How they got my address I can only guess, perhaps they took it when they were in my room. I do know, that what they wrote was of such a private nature that it appears they know me well enough to know of my weaknesses. Do you have any idea how long Katja has owned this place? Is she very fond of it?

Lars frowned. "I'm not sure where you're going with this, but I'll answer the same. While standing over there, I think I overheard that she owned this place for... I think ten years? It seems like she is very fond of it, but.... well, she seems very moody. I think something must have happened last year here, but I can't say for sure. I'm sort of making this up as I go, but that's what I think. So far, anyway. So, are you going to tell me where you're going with this? I understand if you don't want to, I'm just curious myself." He looked at Bob, and really noticed for the first time how ragged he looked.

OK Lars, here it is. I'm trying to beat a drug habit. It has got me by the throat. Tonight someone from this place e mailed me telling me they have what I need. I need to keep away from it, that is what I need

As for the questions about Katja...well I would like to buy the place from her

Lars stared into his drink. "This is very serious indeed. I am very glad for you, that you have decided to end your self-destructive habit. I will help you however I can." He paused. "And you say you wish to buy this place? It seems Katja is very attached to it. Plus I hear she already has enough money saved up to retire. You will have a hard time convincing her." He sighed, then looked at Bob. "So, why did you ask me if I had a computer?" Lars was fairly certain he knew the answer, but he needed to hear it from Bob all the same.

Lars, I'm just doing a bit of inventory. If you were the only one who was here with a computer then we both know what I would be thinking. However I feel I can trust you. I agree also that Katja would not be willing to just sell this place. I will offer to buy a cabin from her then, I am a writer and find this place is most conducive to my thinking process

Bob finished his gin and thanked Lars for the information. It was good to talk to you Lars and hopefully we can talk again in the morning. Bob shook Lars hand, it was much larger then his own, and said good night. Strange , I really do trust him though Bob as he climbed the stairs to his cabin...

Lars nodded. "I understand. However, not to shift the focus of blame or anything, but Dragonborn did mention that he had a computer for his work as well. Anyway, it is a rather nice place, isn't it?" He looked around. "I suppose it's just not the right type of place for me. But good luck with that." He finished off his drink in a single gulp.

Lars watched as Bob walked away. He sighed heavily, then looked around for Katja for a refill, but didn't find her. Ah well. I just don't seem to fit in with this crowd. I knew this vacation was a bad idea. He trudged into his room, and sat on his bed. He wanted to fall asleep, but he stared at his suitcase, knowing what was inside. I really could work on my project... just for a little, anyway. No, not here. I shouldn't. He laid back on is bed and tried to sleep, but it wouldn't come. Figures.

Lucian headed back to his room after handing around for a bit, he had to get some sleep. Who knew what activities Katja had for him tommorrow, he locked the door, fell on his bed and passed out.

Nadia knew at least one person she didn't want to talk to - the Uir guy she'd overheard saying communists were evil scum. If he recognised her, things could get ugly. Not that she had problems talking to people with differing viewpoints, but she wasn't about to get drawn into a heated debate on her vacation, any more than she'd try to convince the Doomani Pope that Christianity was the opiate of the masses. Of course, with all the nations out there, not everyone would recognise her despite being a national leader. This was what she was banking on, that she could kick back, relax and just be a normal single woman on vacation.

She finished off her creme de menthe and went back into the bar. She hadn't sunburned as easily as Bob had, mainly because she put high-grade sunscreen on her face and wore her coverup when she wasn't in the water or running around. She wasn't really looking for a date, not here, but was a little more open to the idea than she'd been a couple of years earlier.

Bob walked into his room, locked the door and took a fast glance around to see if he could find anything out of place. Nothing seemed to have been moved. He walked over to the desk, opened the laptop and turned it on. Before doing a little work he thought he'd just double check his mail. Nothing more had arrived. He went to the in box and the message was still there. "I HAVE WHAT YOU WANT" Bob hadn't gone crazy, it was there. He knew Lars thought otherwise, but he also knew that if the roles had been reversed, he'd thought as Lars. A breeze had kicked up outside and Bob walked over to the window and smelled the ocean air. How refreshing. He sat down at the desk and started working. He just completed another chapter when he thought he smelled the sweet mix of incense and marijuana from the next cabin. Well, he thought, people are on vacation.

Lars sat up in his bed. Morning already, huh? That was too fast. I didn't even get a wink of sleep. It wasn't the first time he had gone a night without sleep, but that usually involved a big project at work he was thinking about. For the first time, something bothered him as much, if not more than, work. But what is it that's bothering me so? Lars shook his head. He could think about it some other time, when he was more awake. He quickly took a shower, and changed into a blue and red plaid pair of shorts, along with a green polo shirt. He trudged down the stairs, and didn't bother checking the bar, walking straight to the beach. It's way too early for anybody else to be up, I suppose. He sat down in a chair under one of the umbrellas, trying to think of what was bothering him.

Bob woke up with the sun shining brightly, hitting him directly in the eyes. He covered his face to adjust to it's brightness. He lay there for a moment thinking, that it was mornings like this he missed Annie the most. Mornings were always the best for her. He was hungry. The window was still opened and the air was filled with the outside sounds of the surf pounding the shore. It was almost a full day now without any drugs in his system and he still felt strong. "where can I get something to eat around here?" He dressed the most casual he'd ever been, and walked out the room. He thought that today was another good day to sit in the lounge chair, soak up some sun (with a UV cream on this time) and wait for that promised volley ball game. While he did have some business to take care of, it was a working vacation, but a vacation never the less....God, I'm hungry.

Nadia managed to obtain a volleyball, probably long abandoned from the look of it - caked with dirt and an old, dried-out wasp nest that easily came off after a rinse in the sea but still inflated. Still eager to get some exercise, she walked up the beach until she found Bob again.

"Hey," she said. "Found a ball. Want to play?" Nadia spoke fairly loudly, as if she didn't mind the whole beach hearing her, but didn't shout. To her way of thinking, the more, the merrier.

Lars turned around with a start. That doesn't sound half bad. He walked over to where Nadia and Bob where. "Looks like you need more people. Uh, do you mind if I join?"

Nadia managed to obtain a volleyball, probably long abandoned from the look of it - caked with dirt and an old, dried-out wasp nest that easily came off after a rinse in the sea but still inflated. Still eager to get some exercise, she walked up the beach until she found Bob again.

"Hey," she said. "Found a ball. Want to play?" Nadia spoke fairly loudly, as if she didn't mind the whole beach hearing her, but didn't shout. To her way of thinking, the more, the merrier.

"hardly know the game" said Blade standing near by

"Me, neither," said Nadia. "I just like the exercise, more than the actual game. Just thought a few other people might want to join in." Nadia picked up the ball and spiked it about twelve metres into the air, catching it as it landed.

"Just whack it over the net, and don't let it touch your side of the ground. I can't serve worth a crap, but who cares as long as we all have fun?"

Lars laughed. "That sounds like my type of game! So, how many people do we need? It looks like we have four right now."

"Don't care," said Nadia. "Just as long as one team isn't lopsided, it's fine." She tossed Lars the ball and stripped off her coverup. Nadia was dressed in a light blue string bikini and looked athletic, though not butch - she had a six-pack and some scarring on her legs, back and on her right side from what looked like combat wounds, and appeared to be in good physical condition. This wasn't surprising given that she'd been a pilot for twelve years.

"So, anyone else want to join in?" she asked, throwing her coverup over to one of the empty lounge chairs, followed by her water bottle. "So far, we have two on each team."

Lars fumbled the ball a little, but caught it. "Uh, I don't see anybody else around. I think it's going to be just us."

"OK," Nadia replied. "We'll let anyone join as we go." To her, it was more of a social gathering and physical exercise than a competition. "Ready, guys?"

She moved over to a more exposed area and took a defensive position, as if expecting the ball to come careening onto her head any second.

Lars nodded. "Well, I guess I serve. Let's see.... how about Nadia and Blade against Bob and me?" He walked a bit aways, and turned around, getting ready to serve.

Nadia nodded. "Fine by me. Ready!"

"Oh, right, sorry. I'm just not sure how to do this. Well, here goes." He threw the ball up into the air, and hit it with his fist. It was a rather slow and weak hit, but somehow it managed to make it over the net.

Nadia ran up to the ball and hit it. She was telling the truth when she said she wasn't very good - she hit it right into the net.

"Own goal," she said, picking it up. She hit the ball again as hard as she could, over the net this time.

Lars ran up and set the ball so it gently went over the other side of the net. What do you know? I'm not that terrible at volleyball after all.

Two hours later, Nadia was getting her head handed to her. Fifteen points behind, covered in sweat, and having forgotten to put her sunscreen on, she walked over to where she'd thrown her coverup and bottle and took a drink, then dried off and rubbed high-grade sunblock into her skin.

"We need more people," she said after returning to the net. She hit the ball over again.

Lars was also drenched in sweat, breathing heavily. He wasn't used to getting much exorcise, and he was spent. He ran up to hit the ball, but he missed it entirely. He stood next to the net, panting. "I suppose you're right. Whew. Besides, I'm beat. I really need to exercise more."

Nadia smiled. "You're in pretty good shape already," she said. "I used to be a fighter pilot, and I'm kind of worn now. Want to go back to the bar?" She walked back over to her coverup. She had a mild burn on her back, where she hadn't been able to put the sunscreen and had been shy about asking someone to help her.

"Come along?"

"mm could use a strong drink" said Blade who had been watching due to odd numbers

Lars nodded. "Sure." He started walking when his eyes widened. "Oh, shoot. Sorry, but I forgot. I'm supposed to send a message to my work about some... things. I really have to go, it's already half a day late. Sorry, I'll meet up with you later." Lars ran into the bar quickly, into his room and shut the door.

OOC: Sorry for the quick leave, but I got to go. I'll either be back in a couple hours or later tonight.

Katja and Milly were arranging the bar area and tidying up, they had bought some new furniture and paintings to bring the place into the 21st century.

Nadia picked up her coverup and put it back on, then finished off her water bottle. She led the group back to the bar.

"I'll be back in a few minutes," she said. She'd been exerting herself in the heat and needed to shower and cool off.

Katja spotted Nadia.
'You've really caught the sun, do you have lotion?'

"Some," replied Nadia. "I can't reach my back. Got any sports drinks? Any flavour's fine." She handed over a one-shekel note. "I need to... replenish my fluids."

"one bottle of vodka"said Blade leaning on the bar

' at the risk of sounding like I swing the other way, would you like me to help you put it on?' Katja asked, blushing slightly.

She got the bottle of vodka and handed it to Blade, adding it to his tab.

Katja then gave Nadia the drink she asked for and pushed the money away.

"Thanks," said Nadia, chugging the drink. "But I'm going up to shower, maybe when I get back," she replied casually. She began to walk toward her room.

"thanks" Blade said as he takes the bottle and opens it ,then drinks out of it

About ten minutes later, Nadia returned to the bar. She was dressed in a similar bikini and coverup to earlier, but was fresh and clean now. She sat down at the bar and asked if Katja stocked Mike's Hard Lemonade.

'Yknow...I don't think we do, I am doing a spirit order tonight so I will order some, Might be able to make an equivalent for you'

"All right," said Nadia. "I suppose some lemonade mixed with vodka would do." She smiled warmly at Katja. It was rare for her to look at another woman like that, or anyone for that matter, but she had become slightly less introverted and more conscious of her own mortality since her latest war experience.

"here take it out of my bottle"said Blade pushing it along the bar

Nadia nodded and waited for Katja to come back with her drink. "Thanks," she said to Blade. "'Soon as the lemonade comes."

Mark strolled into the bar, "Can i have a beer please" he asked as he looked towards Katja

Bob entered the bar after a long shower and feeling like he'd had enough of the sun for a while. "Hello everyone" ....gin and tonic please...

Nadia nodded and waited for Katja to come back with her drink. "Thanks," she said to Blade. "'Soon as the lemonade comes."

"welcame" Blade said sa he puts his dogtags that he had taken off for his swim back on

Katja was glad the place was filling back up :p

She turned some slow jazz on, fair enough it sounded like a 60's porn soundtracl but it brought everyones spirits to a calm

Nadia put some vodka into her lemonade and took a sip. "Good stuff." She took a gulp and listened to the music.

'thanks' she said smiling,
Mulberry came in covered in sand as if she had been digging a hole.
Milly was practising her violin down on the shore.

OOC: Once again, a day were I'm too busy to really do much, sry.

"What kind of dog you got there?" asked Nadia. She looked at Mulberry, then at Katja.

Blade took sometime to look at the woman before going back to doing nothing but standing at the bar

Mark approached the bar again "Hey Katja, can i have a beer please, oh and errr wheres your sister at?"

Katja pointed down to the shore where Milly was sat with her violin in hand.

'She is a saluki cross' Katja said as Mulberry sat on the bar stool.

Bob had been quiet for a while. He knew a few here considered him a little crackers. I'll let things develop on there own. He nodded at his glass, indicating he needed another. "Thank you so much".

Nadia looked over at Bob. "Hey, how're you doing?" she asked in a friendly manner. She pushed her glass over to Katja. "Top me off again, this time raspberry juice and vodka." She slipped a five-shekel note to the bar lady.

Blade looked at the dog

"my imperial wolf big then him" said Blade

Katja did as she was asked and smiled at Nadia.
'so what brings you here, I have seen you flitting about but I have never had a chance to chat'

"Might go down say hello to her, and thanks for the drink" he said as he lifted his bottle of beer

Mark walked down the shore towards Milly as soon as he was in ear shot he said "Hey hows the music going?"

Milly smiled and turned around
'Its ok, a little rusty, but hey, the surroundings make me relax'

"I wanted to get away from all the politics in Kahanistan," said Nadia, taking a drink. "There's talk in the Senate of radical changes... away from the socialist system we've had since democratising, of moving towards the Praetonians, seeing them less as protectors and more as genuine ideological allies. And when that happens... people like me are lined up and shot."

This was the alcohol exaggerating; Nadia was in no real danger from the government. She was a communist, but the constitution provided for free expression and the right to express one's political views. She did stand to lose much of her political standing, but such were the winds of politics anywhere - when the political climate changed somewhere, some lost and others gained.

"Rusty eh? sounded pretty good to me" he smiled

"Any ways you want a drink? Cuz i can always run to the bar to get you somthing"

Blade puts two fingers to his mouth and blows,but no sound could be heard but minutes after Max entesr and lays next to him

"god boy" said Blade

I'm doing very nicely, Nadia. Good to see you here. It looks like it's going to be another pleasent evening.

"I sure hope you don't mean that." Lars walked down the stairs and sat down next to Nadia. "Sorry about before, but I really had to do that right away." He looked over at the others. "Nice to see you all." Then he turned to Katja. "And nice to see you. Could I get a juice like the one yesterday?"

Bob reached into his shirt pocket and brought out his monogrammed pen. He grabbed a bar napkin and started writing. He knew what he wanted to say but he wasn't sure exactly how to go about it. ( Katja, I know this isn't the time nor place, but when you have a few moments would you mind sitting with me and discussing a few things. Thanks ever so much.....B. Terhune.....He stuffed the pen back into his shirt and waited for Katja to return with his drink

"I wanted to get away from all the politics in Kahanistan," said Nadia, taking a drink. "There's talk in the Senate of radical changes... away from the socialist system we've had since democratising, of moving towards the Praetonians, seeing them less as protectors and more as genuine ideological allies. And when that happens... people like me are lined up and shot."

This was the alcohol exaggerating; Nadia was in no real danger from the government. She was a communist, but the constitution provided for free expression and the right to express one's political views. She did stand to lose much of her political standing, but such were the winds of politics anywhere - when the political climate changed somewhere, some lost and others gained.

"that sucks" Blade then looked out the window
"huh"

Nadia smiled at Bob. "Yeah, for now." She turned to Lars. "Maybe I'm exaggerating. But I do stand to lose a lot of my reputation when the political climate shifts," she said. "They probably won't really shoot me. A few out there probably would like to, though... but we all have our enemies."

She took another drink and crossed her legs. "So, what did you have to do right away?"

Lars stared ahead, then turned to Nadia. "Hmm? Oh, uh, just send a message back to work. You know how it is, they can't go 24 hours without me, so I have to keep in touch with them. That's why I brought a laptop with me." He paused. "And I suppose you're are right. We all do, one way or another."

Katja saw Bobs note and went to find him, she was still a little uneasy about what she found in his room.
'Bob?' she asked.

Milly smiled.
'eager to please?' she asked, she rolled her eyes as if she had heard it all before.

"Eager to please, so i take that as a no to the drink then" he smiled "So how long are you staying at the beach house then?"

Nadia looked back at Lars. "You're on vacation," she said. "You ought to delegate authority for times like this, vacation should mean no worries about work or any of that. Of course, I'm... unused to the ways of hedonism myself. Drink is pretty much the only luxury I allow myself, and dance."

she smiled.
'I am here till September when I go to university' she said.
'you?'

He smiled at her. "Trust me, if I could, I would, but I'm the only one who can do it, so I'm stuck. Remember, I never asked for this vacation anyway. I'm not good at vacation, either. And I can't drink, and, well, I can't dance either." He laughed again. "So I guess that means I'm pretty much stuck, huh?"

Katja smiled.
'I think we should have a club party? Music and dancing?' she asked around.

"Not sure yet, when ever my liver stops working i guess. So what are you stduying at uni then?" he asked

Lars raised an eyebrow when Katja said this. "Do I look like the type of fellow who goes clubbing often?" He shrugged. "But its up to you and everybody else, I guess."