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[therushingsky]

"Heyyyy, you've reached the head office of the Atlas Corporation, leave a message and your number, and one of our people will get back to you."

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[14thcommander]

"Yes! I love this place."

Hange is smiling and seems pretty normal and okay, but she is a maestro of the game face tbh. It's a cinch to key in what she wants on this case, and when she and Rhys go in through the door a short strip of sandy beach is revealed in front of them, and a much longer spread of volcanic rock covered in tide pools. A grassy bluff rises behind them, and the sea sloshes around past the rock field.

"There's a reef not too far out from here, too."

[therushingsky]

Rhys doesn't say anything at first. He just takes it in. It's not that there weren't beaches back home - golden, artificial sands and perfectly dyed blue waters churned out of wave machines - but like this? With it's walls of dark rock and it's white foaming tides.

Yeah, they don't make holiday destinations like that in Hyperion.

"You think we can swim out to it? Swimming for me tends to be a trade off, either I'm really heavy, or I'm going one armed."

As they make it down onto the sand, he reaches up to begin unlatching his arm from his shoulder.

[14thcommander]

"We can! I have before."

Hange is wearing a simple black one-piece suit under her clothes, and also starts to disrobe, revealing scuffed lines across her thighs, visible across her check, back, and shoulders - tactical gear calluses.

"There's a place where the current cuts through very fast, though most of it is calm - it's fun to ride but will you be alright with one arm?"