2019-05-19 - Three Hour Tour

Alexander actually looks like a person who shouldn't be chased away from public areas, for once. He's in a relatively new button down shirt, crisp slacks, even polished leather shoes. He also has a folio, which is shoved at poor Tobin. "The script. For the murder tour." Is that a thing? Alexander thinks that's a thing. He also pays for a ticket and goes to stand somewhere he can more easily stare at all the seated people.

Geoff finds himself boarding the boat, somehow he'd gotten the ticket as a tip from a recent customer and decided that a boat ride would do him good. For this outing he'd decided to don his usual attire, a pair of worn grey jeans, a black tee and a pair of vans. As he boards he glances about and takes stock of just how many people had made their way to this tiny excursion and takes up residence leaning against a rail looking out over the water.

Larry is so pumped about this trip, everyone! He has his 'I'M WITH STUPID -->' shirt on and his 'John Deere' ball cap, and his wife is all over him about putting on sunscreen, but he keeps swatting her hands away with the impatient admonition, "An hour of sun a year won't give me melatonin."

"It's melaNOMA, Larry."

"That's what I said. Look! A dolphin!" He leans way far over the side of the boat, pointing at some kelp that is absolutely not a dolphin.

Tobin wasn't prepared for so many people to come out this early in the season, and so the larger of the two boats was not ready. So onto the smaller of the two, all of the patrons are lead. One of the staff, a young woman named Dawn, greets everyone cheerfully and tears their ticket stubs before allowing passage onto the boat. Tobin, for his part, is leaning up against the wall with his microphone in hand, waiting for everyone to board. When Alexander shoves the folio at him, he grins and takes it. "Thanks, man," he says to Alexander and tucks it under his arm.

Christopher is sitting right at the edge of the boat, at the middle of the right side, effortlessly rocking the type of sportswear where you pay four figures to make it look like you're paying two. A pair of Ray-Bans is slipped into his shirt pocket, in case the sun goes from perfect to excessive. There may or may not be anyone perched on his lap, given the crowding.

Marcia looks like she should be starting her first day of work at an office in an upbeat prime time Sitcom. Or at a library. Right down to the maroon two button blazer, white blouse buttoned all the way to the top, horn-rimmed glasses, and sheer black skirt with a pattern on it resembling the night sky. She has a laptop bag worn over the shoulder and hanging against her hip, a pen tucked behind her left ear mostly hidden by long, wavy brunette hair. Cobalt blue eyes are busy staring out over the edge of the boat the water. "Dolphin? ...I don't see it. I don't think they're this close to shore? Hm."

Suriel figures why the hell not go on a boat ride on a Sunday evening. And it's so pretty outside. The zoologist is dressed in jeans, boots and a green sweater since it's still a bit chilly. She sees the boat and there's a curious glance back to the dock, "I guess it'll be fine." she murmurs to herself. Ticket is paid for and she boards, figuring she'll stand as she has no ailments that call for a seat. She spots Alexander and there's a wave to the man along with a smile. Then she's enjoying the view and looking at the water. Then there's Larry. GOD DAMN IT LARRY, IT'S KELP!

"A dolphin is unlikely," Alexander mutters. He sees Suriel. He sees her wave. After a moment, he lifts his hand and waves back. He moves in that direction, and quite possibly steps on some toes in the process, considering the crunch. Fetching up beside her. "Have you seen any dolphins?"

It's mostly deja vu for Hannah. The boat, the harbor, the tour, Alexander...though he looks spiffier than before. And the weather's nicer. But she looks the same. She'll stand. Her center of gravity is low.

Ah, the sun is out and the sky is clear. This is one of the few days where Byron can keep his heavy coat stored away in his closet leaving him dressed in, well, business attire. The suit jacket and the works. Rather than finding a place to sit, he takes this time to stand tall and proud while his expensive sunglass shaded eyes stare off into the distance. In his company is the lovely as ever, Erin Addington. Now, he's not going to force her to stand, so he lingers nearby making sure that she's found a comfortable spot. "We're finally getting some good weather." He comments idly, before a veiled looks is flashed over in Larry's direction and the commotion he is causing. "Wonderful. Looks like we're going to have a peaceful and enjoyable outing."

"It's right - " Larry leans, he points. " - there!" Larry's wife quietly wishes he would fall overboard. No one can know this for sure, but she has the tired expression of a woman that wishes her husband would fall off a boat and drown one day. They are both plump and middle-aged. She puts on her life vest with a prim series of gestures and holds onto his for him.

Having been asked on the excursion, Erin had gone about finding the perfect outfit for sailing. Turns out that's a cute little blue and white striped dress with a little anchor shaped zipper pull. It's off the shoulder, exposing more of her olive skin than she had all winter and the cutsie little sailor hat is worn in true fashion, much like the Queen of England would. There is mostly standing room only, but that's not a rule for Erin Addington, no. She's found a seat on a plush cushion and arranged her skirt around her legs modestly. "I wish it was like this for the entire season. I'm so over the rain."

Some days you're just minding your own business and hey, look, coupons for a boat tour! Which sounds like it might be fun, or at least, so Aidan and Baylee have jointly decided. Also, inexpensive. Which doesn't hurt. So far Aidan at the least seems to be satisfied with the results of their decision, standing by the railing so he can lean partly over it, watching the water and looking for-- "Hey, kelp!" Not quite excited, but pleased. Just imagine when it IS a dolphin. He's wearing red plaid pants today, along with an untucked bright yellow shirt, the top two buttons undone and a black tie with little red polkadots tied exceedingly loosely around it. Also the polar bear hoodie and the biker jacket, 'cause boating gets cold, yo.

Geoff looks over towards the captain of their little voyage and asks with a morbid curiosity "So how much weight can this boat hold?" As he looks around at the passengers boarding the ship he offers a nod of his head where he recognizes someone, or an appraising look as if sizing up what they are capable of when his eyes fall on someone new.

Suri looks over to Alexander and there's a soft smile, "Hey there." she greets him. There's a look over the clothes and then back to his eyes, "You're looking nice today." she tells him. Then she looks out at the water and there's a soft chuckle, "No dolphins, just kelp at the moment. Though if I see one I'll point it out." she states. Then there's a bird taking a crap on Larry's head and she has to stop herself from laughing.

That's why Larry wears a hat! "That's why I wear a hat!" Larry takes his off and waves it at the stupid shitty bird. His wife silently prays that another bird shits on him right now. He leeeeeans over the side of the boat again, trying to let the water wash off his hat. "I know what I saw, and it was a dolphin."

"You don't get sea sick, right?" Baylee wonders as she settles on the boat, her accent alone marking her as Not From Around Here. Coupons are often bad ideas, but evidently coupons for boat rides gets marked in as a good idea. She's dressed as she usually is, jeans, shoes, shirt, jacket. Very normal and plain incomparison to what Aidan wears. Or the hat Erin wears. She glances over the side of the boat, looking for this dolphin and only finding kelp, "Ummm..."

While he trusts Tobin's decision to set sail with this amount of people in comparison to the size of this boat, Byron calls out to his friend, "The good weather drew quite the crowd. Let's hope this baby can stay afloat." He's joking of course! Probably. Though it does make things a touch uncomfortable. A look and a smile is given to Erin, "You've grown up here, do you really think we'll be that blessed this year?"

"These clothes are empty, but my parents canceled Sunday dinner. Bridge game," Alexander says, with a sigh. He notes a few more people he recognizes among the crowd, and frowns at them. It is, perhaps, a friendly frown. His eyes linger on Byron, the frown growing for a moment. But then there's poor Larry's hat getting desecrated, and his gaze travels up. A brief smile appears as he watches the circling bird. "That's not any way to con someone into feeding you."

Tobin lifts his microphone and turns it on to respond to Byron, "While we are a bit crowded today folks, the ship is well within safe operating capacity with sufficient floatation devices for everyone on board. Make yourselves comfortable, and we'll be underway shortly."

"Wishful thinking," Erin says on a resigned sigh. But it doesn't get her mood down as she smiles in response to Tobin and Byron both. Instead of standing like the others, she remains seated and comfortable, the deck shoes she wears crossed one behind the other. Noticing the Larry situation, she laughs softly. "Good think I wore the hat too."

This isn't a big boat, but it's a crowded boat, and considering Lilith isn't quite as seen last by most people that would recognize her, it's a little easy to blend in and people watch as much as she's water watching. The big floppy sun hat she's wearing with dark yellow sundress and cardigan and lace up sandals helps, but at some point, it has to come off for the sake of the wind. She shoves it into a shoulder bag and adjusts her sunglasses while piecing with wander through people, because apparently the first spot she posted up in standing didn't have a clear enough view of what she actually came to see.

With Tobin holding the mic in hand and talking in it, she finally gets to where she's getting a proper view of him, but she doesn't approach or break her bit of half-ass incognito. Instead, after watching him with expression largely hidden by the dark lenses of her glasses, she rakes a hand through her hair to hold it out of her face and turns to look at the water.

Aidan has sunglasses, too. They're cheap black plastic, round, and slightly oversized. Bit Jackie O, really. They're also pushed up on his head and not being very useful right now. "Nah, or at least, I haven't yet," he answers Baylee, "You?" He turns his gaze from the water to settle with his back to the railing for a few moments, looking over the surprisingly large crowd that seems to have assembled. All the people he recognizes get a grin and a tiny chinlift. Everyone else just gets the grin, at least until Larry gets blessed, when it turns into a brief laugh. "Supposedly that's good luck. Which I guess is a pretty good racket if you're a bird."

Suri just looks at Alexander for a moment, the whole 'these clothes are empty' suuuuper weird for a second. "I'm sorry dinner was cancelled on you. Maybe after this you could join me? I was just going to stop out somewhere." she offers. Then she gives a chuckle, "I don't think they want to con food out of the guy." she points out.

Marcia, for her part, is glancing upwrd at the birds and quitly sidestepping their shadows as she notes Larry's predicament. A moment later she's produced that pen from behind her ear and a memo pad from her laptop bag. She spins the pen between her fingers, twisting it as she does so that it clicks softly as it goes about. Then she takes a few quick notes, brows furrowing lightly. Trust Marcia to decide that the bounty of nature is a reason for an expose.

"I might have to buy it off you," Christopher offers to Erin. With no room to really wander around and mingle, he'll just have to converse with whoever's nearby. "Should have known I'd run into you here, huh."

"Sufficient floatation devices." Baylee laughs at the term, turning herself around to lean her back against the rail of the ship, "That means if we hit an iceberg we'll not have to bribe our way onto a life boat." She scans the crowds, noting a few faces she's seen before, then poor Larry and his hat issue, amusement bubbling up at the poor guy before she lifts a hand to wave towards Alexander and Byron, "Wotcha!" Then she glances at Aidan, "Me? Never have before...but it's been a while since I've been on a lovely little jaunt into the water on a boat."

"It's a seagull. It's always looking to con people out of food," Alexander tells Suriel firmly. The invitation to dinner gets a sidelong look, a frown, and no immediately response. Baylee's hand catches his attention, and he glances in that way, nodding first to her, and then to Aidan as he notices the man. "It's the magician and the woman with a quite acceptable number of names. Have you met them?" he asks Suriel.

Geoff grins when he spots Lilith and calls over to her "Hey Lily I got a spot over here if you want a good look at the big blue wet thing." From his perch there against the rail he reaches back to see if he'd remembered to pack his ball cap in his back pocket but he doesn't seem to have had much luck with that today. With a teasing tone he calls to Erin "What got the princess out here on the water today? I'm doubting it was a free coupon in the mail."

"Yeah." Byron murmurs, his shielded eyes lifted to the skies, "I'd suggest not trying to feed the seagulls." This is just a little open advice that he's giving everyone, but it seems that one seagull has its attention on them. When someone nudges into his shoulder, trying to get pass him to find a suitable spot to stand where they aren't squished, Byron gives them this polite enough smile no matter how forced. "Still not a bad way to spend the weekend." Hearing Christopher's voice nearby, he turns a slow gaze in his direction, "Normally, I"d say to take the deal, especially if this guy is offering."

Tobin catches a glimpse of Lilith for a moment, but there doesn't appear to be immediate recognition there. But then the boat is loaded and it's time to go. Dawn unties the lines to the dock and pulls up the ramp, and Tobin heads into the cabin to take his seat at the helm, guiding them out and away from the dock, and out onto the water. He speaks into the mic, telling them about some of the sights that they'll see on their journey, but then falls quiet to just let people enjoy the ride as they head out onto the harbor.

A couple people on the shore are all, "Wait, wait! We have tickets!" But the boat pulls away, and they're left screwed.

Larry guffaws at them. "Sucks to be you guys!" Says the guy with bird shit on his hat.

"Oh that would be worth it just to see you in a cutsie sailor cap. Almost. Maybe I'll loan it out though." A cheesy smile later and Erin plucks it off her head to offer it over to her neighbor, Christopher. "Let's see how it looks on you?" Amused, there's merriment in her expression, dangling the hat there in front of him. With her hat off and the boat taking off, the wind picks up tendrils of her hair and tosses them around her features. Geoff calling over alerts her to his presence and she can't help but to laugh. "I was asked to come. Asking works wonders." It's delivered with a bit of a saucy toss of her head and she ducks her head a little, laughing lightly.

Larry's wife offers Erin the life vest that Larry won't wear. Since Erin is also a sane person and sits down on the boat. "Here, dear. Aren't you Margaret Addington's granddaughter? You should probably wear this," life vest that Tobin probably keeps clean for his passengers, at least? Though it's not exactly the world's most fashionable accessory. "Larry, you're going to drop your phone overboard again!" He's trying to take pictures of dolphinskelp.

"Excuse me, pardon me, thank you, watch your back, coming through, ungh, sorry... hi there, Scrappy." Lilith turns away from the water and her standing quiet view once things pull out into ready sail and motion, looking for the source of the voice. Of course, only so many people call her Lily, and when she finds Geoff's familiar face, her lips twitch and she starts to pick and wade and balance around to get over to where he is with a yank on his arm when near for balance. Of course, smashing through comes with all kinds of murmurs and mutters and lazy obligatory apologies once she stamps someone's foot on accident, but eventually she gets there with greeting for him.

She tips her sunglasses down her nose to eye his attire, then proudly plucks her little sundress out away from herself, dryly commenting, "I deliberately chose sunshine not funeral. Look at me slay adulthood with colors." Pushing the glasses back up her nose, she does a bit of a double take over in the direction of where Byron is, sucks in a breath, then turns toward the water, putting her hand out to seal a sudden bet she's making, "Five bucks says you get bomb dropped from bird ass too. Unluckiest guy I--" She trails off and looks upward at the growing flock of gulls, "Wow, I'm good at random bets, look at the odds stack up against you."

From out of the corner of his eyes, Byron catches sight of Baylee's wave, lifting his own hand as some sort of return greeting with a smile. Though when he hears the name 'Lily' being called out, an almost casual look is given every single face in his vicinity to see if he can find where this Lily is located. It's been a while since he'd last seen her, so recognition isn't immediate. It doesn't help that she's kept herself hidden behind a floppy hat and a pair of sunglasses.

His attention is then drawn by the chatty Larry and wife, looking over the curious pair, "That's generous of you." The vest wasn't offered to him, but he speaks out anyway, though he shares this look with poor Erin.

Geoff retorts to Erin "Oh then I'm going to have to start asking and seeing what I can get away with." his lips quirked in an amused grin. Though as Lilith begins to wade her way through the seagoers to join him, he catches her to help provide a little bit of that balance "Hey I never claimed to be good at the whole not dressing for a funeral or like a loading dock worker on law and order." He looks about ready to respond to that challenge when that crowd of seagulls grows overhead "And just what do I get if I manage to avoid getting crapped on besides not being messy."

Suri gives a look over to Alexander and there's a chuckle, "Alright, maybe it is." she tells him. She doesn't even mention dinner again, letting him make up his own mind. Then she shakes her head, the raven locks going back and forth with the motion, "I've not met them, no. Are we talking like stage magician?" she asks.

"That's probably good, 'cause I'm pretty sure I'm gonna lose in a bribery match around here," Aidan says, looking over the assembled like there might really be a competition. He shifts position slightly, bumping his shoulder lightly against Baylee's before he turns to look at the water again, and then at the... seagulls. "That is... a lot of seagulls," he observes, and glances over the group again, "Did someone bring french fries?" He works on the Boardwalk. He knows what those can do.

"This many people on the boat seems to have drawn quite a flock," Alexander mutters. "If someone pulls out a granola bar, we're all fucked." He frowns at Suri, then makes a brief, sharp nod. "Come with me." And then he's trampling his way back across the crowded boat towards Aidan and Baylee.

Larry is... suddenly not looking so good. "Feeling a little green around the gills, hon?" His wife rummages around in her purse and pulls out a the Dramamine while he plunks heavily down on the seat next to her.

"Nah, it's my head, Franny, it's splitting outta nowhere." Larry managed to get most of the bird shit off his hat, but - when he takes it off - the splatter that got through to his forehead has left his skin with a nasty purple welt. He rubs the backs of his fingers over this splattery blister-bruise, and Franny shrieks in dismay.

"OH MY! What happened to you?! Excuse me, excuse me!" Franny shoves the vest at Erin, take it or leave it, and starts toward the cabin-thingie where Tobin is. But it's really crowded, so it will take her just shy of a year to get there.

Sensible. There are times when Erin can be aware of her own lack of ability to be indestructible. The offer is made and accepted. Reaching for the life vest she slips it on over her shoulders and brings it together in the front. The zipper is brought upwards and she checks it. It clashes horribly with her expensive dress, but she wears it, offering a soft, "Thank you," to Larry's wife. Word would get around to her grandmother eventually. The vest was now mandatory. Catching that look from Byron she grins, showing her teeth in an almost sarcastic way. "What? I'm safe. Haven't you seen Titanic?" Those seagulls though, they draw her attention and she tries to retract that offer of her hat from Christopher to pluck it back on her own head. "It may just get a dance.." she laughs towards Geoff, but then Franny and Larry have her cutting off that quick. "Is everything okay?" She doesn't get up though.

The sight of the bird...s? So many birds. Baylee straightens up from where she's been standing, the flock that is heading towards them causes her to frown just a bit, "Aidan." She reaches a hand over, giving his jacket a tug before she points upwards towards the flock of birds that are heading their way, "That one...that bird isn't right. Something is wrong with that bird..." But she has no idea what is wrong with it.

Marcia is studying the seagulls and writing almost frantically in thgat notebookn ow. She also seems to make a... Sketch? She must truly be bored. The woman is scanning over the crowd quickly as if to see if anyone else notices- and then Baylee is speaking and pointing. Marcia tosses her a quick nod, though the pen continues to move across the paper. Committing her concerns to memory, perhaps.

Hannah? Hannah sees nothing. Her eyes are on the water passing under the boat. She's pretty sure it's water.

Christopher shakes his head as he looks around at the growing confusion. "Yeah, what /is/ up with that, anyway?" He was about to hand the hat back to Erin anyway, right when she grabbed it. Maybe the thing's hexed. Yeah, that's it.

"Does it matter? You're getting the business, just watch." Lilith tells Geoff as her eyes flit from water, to birds, to sky, then back to Geoff where her lips slant from twitch to full smile. Then her fingers curl a few impatient times with 'gimme' gesture at his hand, like she's trying to bum rush the deal and seal it before he can decide it's a bad bet. But then, with all the generosity in the world, clearly feeling like she's not going to lose, she tells him, "You can have the shop's garden gnome signed by Bill Murray. Full disclosure, though, I have no clue why he signed it or if it's real. But you know you want it now that I've talked it up."

While waiting for that bet term to be accepted by Geoff, the wind-blown brunette steals a glance over her shoulder toward where Byron is again like helpless tick now that she's seen him. Maybe she's trying to convince herself it's not who she thinks it is given a pensive work of her bottom lip between teeth for a beat. Thank goodness for sunglasses.

Geoff laughs and takes Lilith's hand in a firm handshake "It's a deal then, I've had my eye on that garden gnome ever since I heard about it last night." He looks about to say something when he catches sight of the super caustic bird craps from hell sizzlin' on Larry and pulls Lilith further away from the bombing zone there "Look out, doesn't look like those seagulls have exactly been eating healthy fish." dipping his head towards the man as if it wasn't something of a spectacle

While Alexander might have been trying to make his way through the crowd to bother Baylee and Aidan, it's kind of hard to not notice a flock of divebombing seagulls with acid poop. "That's not real! That's not happening!" he cries out, and immediately begins backpedaling away from that segment of the boat.

Christopher squints at Alexander. "What do you mean it's not real?" he retorts, even as he winces at the sight, not to mention the stench. "Somebody get that man a jacket! Or let's get below decks. Does this thing have a below decks?"

When everyone's attention is directed up at the skies where a nasty flock of seagulls loom overhead, Byron looks less than pleased. Though Larry's complaints of a headache means nothing to him, the sudden shriek from the man's wife does. His eyes are set on the grotesque purple blister now found on the obnoxious guest. That's when the sky begins to darken far too ominously and chaos begins to ensue. "Jesus. Everyone get back." He calls out from where he stands, before he recoils quickly enough as well to get out of the gull's target zone. Making sure that Erin wasn't splattered by that corrosive mess, Byron calls out to Tobin, "We've got trouble!"

Even Hannah can't keep from noticing the seagulls, what with all the noise and the stench. She jerks her head up and looks around, dark eyes lighting on Alexander when he says it's not real. Dubious though? No, not really.

Suri was just getting ready to follow Alexander off, but she feels weird about stepping on peoples toes. Then the tallish woman looks back over her shoulder just in enough time to see the horror that is presented. "Aww fuck." she mutters out eloquently. Then she's backing up a few steps, where Alexander is backpedaling and shrieking. "Alright sky rats, what's got you all bothered..." she mutters. Then she just stares at the cloud, "Really?!" she growls at them.

Larry is, like, sixty percent sizzly goo now. Screaming sizzly goo. Flailing, screaming sizzly goo. Whoever wound up with his hat? Keep it as a memento of the man that was Larry. He makes incoherent and terrifying noises that burble in what's left of his throat... and then - EVERYONE SAW THIS COMING, RIGHT?! - he tips right overboard, splooshing into the salty water. He disappears beneath the surface, which bubbles in these fantastically disgusting purple GLOOSHY BLORBS that pop, releasing more of that nasty Hawaiian smell. It's like pineapples. And hamfarts. Beneath the surface, there's definitely a voice now, "...THE LAST OF ME!!"

Franny faints.

Generally unaware of the encroaching birds from behind, Tobin continues to steer the boat along the coast. That is, until he hears the commotion going on in back and comes to take a look out the door at what's going on. "Holy shit," is about all he can manage at the sight of the swarm of gulls and the well, shit. "Pull out the inflatable rafts and try to get underneath, I'm going to turn us around." One of the crew members scrambles to start pulling out one of the rafts to use as some sort of cover against the sea pigeons of doom while Tobin heads back in to bring the boat around to head back toward shore.

Erin watches in abject horror as the purple blisters spread and when she might have reached for him to see if she could help, her mind is immediately changed at the dive bombing gulls. A muffled squeak and she dives beneath the protection of that fluff cushion she was just seated on, but it covers only very little of her. It's just a cushion after all. "He needs help!" Or not.. "Or he's contaminating the water for all of us.." Selfish!

"...Oh my God." For a moment all Marcia can do is stare. Stare and write. It'sa reflex she can't rid herself of now, though her hands are shaking enough it might seem impossible that she could actually manage to put down anything coherent at the moment. Then Tobin is calling for the rafts and she nods once. A bit of direction galvanizes the brunette and she'll actually put the pen aside in order to try to help with the lifeboats. And also be one of the first underneath. Not /pure/ cowardice, then.

Sorry, Larry, if you haven't just rejoined your East Coast relatives from the Marsh dynasty? Then you're on your own at this point. Christopher is more worried about preventing a repeat, which means grabbing whatever cover is available and sharing it with whoever's closest, in that order.

Aidan is tugged. It's super-effective. His attention goes immediately from looking for things that might attract seagulls back to Baylee and then the seagulls themselves, trying to pick out just which one she means. "...the one with the--" What, grey wings? They ALL have grey wings. Dammit, seagulls, get some individuality. He narrows it down to, like... six, maybe. And then there's Larry. "Holy fuck," he says, eloquent as Suriel, and takes a step back, wide-eyed, then shoots a glance back to the birds, eyes narrowing. And then, incredulously, "What?" For some reason it's Suriel and Alexander he looks at then (okay, the 'really' might explain one of them), before he thinks to say to Baylee, "Uh, cover, we should--" Though by now? She's probably come to that conclusion before him.

"... yeah, I don't think I want to play anymore, please don't get shit on. Let's call the gnome motivation now. Because with this many birds, I think you'd damn well earn... um." Lilith steps into Geoff's pull and smashes against him for balance and general mental steadiness as the scream happens and Larry is...

Lilith's jaw gapes with gradual drop of processing that turns into general horror and quickly looks around at the others while pushing her sunglasses onto her head to ensure she's seeing what she saw and that... well, she wants to make sure everyone else is seeing it too. Which they are, of course, which is only a flicker of cold comfort. Quickly, she looks around to ensure Tobin is not so much on top of things, but that he's okay. Then holding her breath, she does the same visual toward Byron through the reactionary surges of movement and exclamations all the way around on deck.

"These aren't real seagulls," Alexander mutters, shaking his head convulsively, one hand going to his temple and rubbing hard at it while he tries to move away from the worst of the flock. Without going overboard. "Real seagulls wouldn't know that song." His expression twists as the boat lurches, and he grabs at a seat to keep from falling over. "Hang on! You will not wake up before you die!" Reassuring, Alexander.

"Bloody hell!" Baylee exclaims when the birds start actively pooing at Larry. She quickly scans the crowd, spotting Alexander and his exclamations about this not being real, and she lifts her hands to cup her mouth, calling towards him in a way that surely is going to make her sound as crazy as him, "Is this us being lost?" Then Larry goes overboard and she backs away from the railing, not her. She's not diving in to rescue him, "Man down!" And cover is right, she's grabbing and pulling at Aidan, heading towards Alexander and his mad scramble, only to stop and drop into a crouch when the BOOM happens.

A couple fishes get sucked down into this whirlpool. One particularly pretty, tropical-looking one flops onto the deck of the boat, wriggles around a couple of times, bubbles directly at Alexander, "NOT YOU AGAIN!" and flings himself back into the whirlpool.

Tobin tries without success to turn the boat around, cursing under his breath and then speaking into the microphone, "Everyone grab onto something that's bolted down and hold on."

"FUCK YOU FISH!" Alexander screams right back at it, grabs someone's purse, and throws it hard at the flopping thing. He probably misses. "We are very very lost, Miss Baylee." His expression contorts with anger, fear, and - honestly? - OUTRAGE. "It's SUNDAY. Stop fucking with my SUNDAYS."

Geoff braces those near him to keep anyone from being lost overboard if he can help it, through grit teeth he says "Looks like I win the gnome if I survive." and just like that he is looking to grab the nearest life jacket and thrust it towards Lilith "Looks like we're gonna be having a bit more fun then just a boat ride."

Seeing as the melting Larry stumbles to the side of the ship and falls overboard, there's a brief moment where Byron is about to call 'Man Overboard!', but he refrains from doing so. Instead, he helps some of the nearby crew with the rafts so that he and others can take shelter beneath it. He'd heard some of the commotion talking about the reality of it all. Or of the seagulls, but there's very little time to comprehend any of this.

They can only hope that the boat reaches the docks soon, but with that crash of lightning, he senses that the boat had just stopped, hearing the sound of the motor going out. That is before the entire boat begins to spin and he grabs onto the nearest sturdy thing attached to this hopefully not sinking ship. "You heard the Captain, grab onto something and hang on tight!"

"Peacocks...now seagulls...fucking birds!" Suri mutters as she tries to focus on something. Yeah...not the goo and the whirlpool. Nope. She's not having a good time and there's a look to see where others are. The fish shrieking at Alexander makes her look to it when it flops back off deck and there's a moment taken to close her eyes and she grips the seat nearby.

With her life vest in place, Erin doesn't exactly look fashionable, but it was added protection from sea gull poop. The cushion acts like an umbrella and the boat stops. And swirls into some sort of whirlpool. Wide eyed, she squeaks again and scoots back further on the furniture she had been seated on. The instructions from Tobin have her reaching for something, anything to hold on to. Something hopefully sturdy, eyes wide as fear takes over. She'd lost the cushion when she grasped onto the side of the boat, and then the sea gull is on her head! She stops, spine stiff, horror in her eyes as she remembers Larry, and she screams. Trying to get it off her. That's when the boat crashes and she rolls into the sand from the boat, landing on her rear, seeing stars.

Juuuuuust beyond the breaking of the waves, a mermaid wearing a lifevest who happens to look a great deal like Franny dives up out of the water, announces delightedly, "YAY!" And she disappears out to sea, free of Larry at long last.

The scene and the lightning rattles Lilith considerably, from all visibility standpoint, despite her relative lack of exclamation or questions about any of it, but the boat starting into spin with the motor failing... that gets her moving. She takes the vest pushed her way to stumble around with until she can fall to kneel for lower balance center and focus on getting the damn thing on without being thrown every which way. She starts to get up, but falls on her ass instead from kneel and that's when a fish lands right on her skirted legs. This isn't a problem compared to the ship sinking or crashing, but without thinking, she picks it up to suddenly fling at the birds, like they're going to eat it or chase it, nevermind there's plenty of fish now for choosing with the inundation of the boat.

Whether or not the birds are hit by or interested in the fish is really irrelevant, though-- when the boat crashes, she tumbles pretty far with pitch and roll and hard sling into the sand.

Aidan scrambles right along with Baylee, and yelps like a startled dog at the sudden boom of thunder, but is frankly too busy to bother being embarrassed about it at the moment. He does as instructed, getting way more intimate with a set of the seats than he'd ever expected to. One of them opens as the ship tilts in the pool, and he spots the vest, letting go of Baylee so he can try to hand it to her and try for another. There's time to be briefly distracted by Alexander's interplay with the fish, but that's about it before they're suddenly tumbling onto the beach. And still the seagulls. "Oh, fuck you all!" he yells at them like someone not unacquainted with arguments with things that can't apparently reply, arms wrapped around the Mae West like it might anchor him too.

Christopher was /just/ starting to get settled, hunkering down in a corner near a decorative lifesaver, when-- "What do you /mean/ 'hang on'?" Head down, he missed the oncoming sandbar until after the boat rams into it, sent stumbling forward. He might've seriously hurt something if he didn't crash into Franny halfway through. Running on instinct, he picks himself right back up and runs after the others, making a token effort to grab the passed-out Franny's arm and drag her along as well.

One of the seagulls divebombs Aidan, squawking at him! Fuck who?! FUCK WHO!? It peckpeckpecks at him irritably, leaving marks on his arms, then swoops off with a seagull's version of a guffaw.

Suri digs the fish out of her sweater and there's a look to it, before she swings it wildly and hits one of the seagulls with it like she's trying to get a hole in one. The fish goes flying along with it. There's a look to the others and then...asses are in the sand and she hears that damn singing from them, "SHUT UP!" she shouts.

"I can swim!" Baylee points out to Aidan when he hads her a vest, but she takes it anyways, barely getting it on before the ship crashes and tilts, sending her ass over tea-kettle into the sand with a surprised yelp. Once she's sprawled in the sand there is a groan, "Fuckin' 'ell..." She starts to get to her feet, starting to shout for Aidan and Alexander.

With a yelled exclamation of "Oh fuck no." Geoff gets flung into the sand, hurriedly picking himself up and looking around to find anyone who might actually be in trouble and need of his aid. Grabbing the arm of the person nearest him he begins to pull them towards...Well just getting a little distance from the danger birds.

Alexander rolls when the boat hits, curling up in a defensive sort of posture as they're dumped out on the sand. "Fuck." And then he's starting to clamber to his feet. "We're off the path now. Mind the jaws that bite, the claws that catch." He doesn't seem to be talking to anyone in particular, but he looks around at Baylee's yell, then glances for Suriel, and then for the others.

Wait, no, that wasn't Franny. Well, hey, Christopher was in a hurry, he'll apologize later. More important things. Like why is Jurassic Park a thing, and why doesn't /he/ own it?

With everyone aboard the boat crashing against each other from swinging around and trying desparately not to be tossed into the drink, there was no time to slip on a life vest! And thankfully for Byron, there is no need. When the skies begin to rain fish, before being joined by some asshole seagulls trying their best to sink the whole thing, Byron's grip tightens, feeling the jolt of impact, only releasing his hold at the very end.

Landing in a heap in the sand, having the wind knocked out of him, he slowly draws himself first into a kneel and then he struggles to stand. His head is still ringing from all of that. "What the hell was that?" He asks no one in particular as he's trying to get his bearings. The first thing he notices is just what the shape the boat is in. That... didn't look good at all. Taking a good look around him, he's searching out Tobin. This was Tobin's boat after all! If there's a mermaid anywhere, he doesn't notice.

When the boat crashes, Tobin is flung against the side of the cabin and cracks his head there. Seeing stars and swimming a bit, he stumbles out the door and falls out of the boat into the sand with a plop and lays there.

Marcia hits the ground, tumbling head over heels. She bounces once or twice, her laptop case smashing against the sand with a couple unpromising thumps. She ends up sprawled in the sand for a moment with her glasses akew, groaning. Then the woman starts. "My notebook!?" She scrabbles through the sand, heedless of bruisesand scrapes. Marcia hasn't even noticed that her left arm is bleeding from a scrape. Ultimately, she finds the notebook half buried in a lum pof sand and scoops it up like she'd just found the body of a beloved child.

Lilith takes a while to get oriented and has to literally spit and sputter sand once she's not face smashed in it. Seeing Geoff nearby helping someone else, she pushes onto her hands for leverage to look around between castaways, clearly looking for more than one somebody. Then when Tobin stumbles out, she's slamming herself up into stand and run to skid into sandy kneel nearby.

"Hey, bubba. Wake up." He's not her brother, but it's something he hasn't heard for a long while now and she's instinctively reverting to the nickname while putting a hand down to try and rouse him. Her sudden bout of concern makes her late about noticing what else is going on, but once she catches on, she stares for a moment.

Aidan yelps again, beating wildly at the attacking gull with the life vest. "Fuck you in particular!" he yells at the bird, so Baylee will... probably not find it that difficult to locate him, really. When the bird flies off, he leaps to his feet as though he's about to try following it and continuing this brawl, which is definitely the entirely reasonable thing to do. Probably for the best it's out of reach faster than that. He drops the vest as the birds depart, running his hands through his hair -- shit, he liked those sunglasses, where even are they? He's only just got as far as spotting and heading for the general Baylee/Alexander/Suriel nexus that seems to be forming when more company appears. And more. He does know the song. A blink, and then he attempts his very best grin for the arrivals. "Uh, hey! Yes, definitely here for a friendly game of basketball and a luau, nice of you to offer!" It's worth a try. It won't work. It's still worth a try.

When that old distinguished gentleman emerges from the trees, Geoff picks himself up straight shoulders go back and he wears an expression that says that the first person who touches him is going to get royally fucked up. That is quickly replaced with mild confusion when the Harlem Globetrotters come out whistling sweet georgia brown "I...Fuck...The harlem globetrotters?" Then he picks the don't fuck with me face right back up "We don't want trouble man."

Alexander stares at the 'natives', first the old man, then the tall, tall men. "Yes. This seems normal." He sounds resigned more than anything. "This is happening." A glance to the others. "Everyone else is seeing this. We will remember this." He also looks for a piece of boat that makes a handy improvised weapon, still looking deeply resigned. "Only way out is through." A glance towards Aidan. "They probably want to eat our hearts. It's always something like heart-eating."

There's Tobin! And from what Byron can see, he didn't look good. Trudging through the sand in his designer shoes, he briefly offers help to anyone trying to get up and stand, but his main goal is to reach his pal. He then notices some woman off in the distance trying to lend his friend a hand. Nevertheless, he carries on.

Despite feeling all bruised and battered from what just happened, he drops down to his knees beside Tobin and the woman, quickly asking, "How is he?" And that's when he takes a good look at just who this stranger is. She's not a stranger at all. "Lil." With this chance meeting going on, his mind is focused on his friends for the time, almost shutting out every other crazy thing going on around him for this brief moment.

At a time like this, there are really only two choices. And being the Washington Generals is the wrong choice. "'course we did!" Christopher declares, and without missing a beat, he beelines toward a set of coconuts to attempt juggling them. This will probably hold up for approximately 1.4 seconds.

"This...is a nightmare." Baylee observes as people start coming out of the trees, and she moves towards Aidan and Alexander once she's spotted them, although she asks the latter of the pair the most important question, "For later, have you ever shot one of these things? If so....what happens?"

"I don't use guns, Miss Baylee. No one will give me a permit." Can't imagine why. "So no. They will sometimes bleed. Sometimes not. Sometimes they bleed flowers. Or perfume. Once, banana cream. That was an odd one." Alexander relays this all in his typical monotone. He grabs a nice, sturdy piece of wood, gives it an experimental swing and...then he has a coconut. "Ah," he says. And sighs.

Not exactly a fighter, Erin remains down a little from the bulk of the crowd once the challenge has been sort of issued and she looks between those who seem very apt to accept it. A look to Byron proves she's lost her protection that she came with for now and she gets to her feet, stumbling over nearer the others. Watching Christopher, she gapes a little, still wiping sand off herself, her backside, the backs of her legs. "Fuck sex on the beach," she mutters, "I bet it leaves sand everywhere." When things are crazy around you? Go crazy with it. It seems to work.

Suri gives a look to Aidan and then the others. She reaches up to drag the sweater she was wearing off so she isn't adding extra weight in a fight. Because that was no good. She then starts to pace in the sand, much like a caged animal does. She's just waiting.

Christopher looks to Erin, opens his mouth-- but no, that's a conversation for another time. The seagulls poop acid, the Howells curse like sailors, and he's armed with coconuts. But you don't do /nothing/, you just don't. Giving up on the juggling act, he chucks one of the coconuts-- not at the nearest Globetrotter directly, but at his basketball. It /might just be his weak spot/.

Geoff sees the globetrotter with the three on his jersey making a beeline for Lilith and calls to him "Oh no you don't fucker, not on my watch." and bumrushes the iconic basketball player to assault him with his fists.

"Good to know, though." Baylee replies as she gathers her hair back up into a ponytail, pulling a hairband from her wrist to bind it into place, "I do hope that we make it through...." That last part is mostly said to herself.

Alexander notes one of the Globetrotters heading towards Baylee and, well, she has a lot of names. So he steps forward to head it off, dropping the coconut. "I really don't like doing this," he informs the rogue basketball player. And then he rubs at his temple with one hand and the sand before him parts. A crab emerges. A big fucking crab with a glistening, dark red shell and giant fuck off claws. Alexander plants himself firmly behind the crab as it scuttles forward.

Suriel looks around and there's a few animals already out. So, there's a definite hilarity in what pops up on the beach near the woman. That's a big honking Narwhal. The horn sticking out of it's head just waiting to stab someone.

"You don't..." Baylee tells Alexander when he moves in front of her, but then she just shakes her head, "Nope..." She leaves it alone, instead she glances at Aidan, checking on him to make sure that he's alright with everything.

They were going to be attacked! They were! It takes Erin a moment to realize someone was really going to try and hurt her. Where were all the protective people she usually had around her? Closing her eyes a moment she centers herself, focuses, tries to push away any fear. Her hands are in fists, the life vest still protecting her from.. drowning. If she was attacked, she was damned well not going down without a fight.

"Banana cream?" Aidan says, looking to Alexander, and... no, it didn't work. It pretty much never works. Fine. Sometimes violence IS the answer, including when the question is 'Hey a Globetrotter is trying to kill your friend with a basketball, what would you like to do about it?" 'All right with everything' is overstating it, but he moves ahead of Baylee along with his fellow A-dude. He manages to give her a potentially-reassuring grin, but that's all the time there is before... stuff.

Tobin pulls himself to his feet after a moment of gaining his wits, and looks around to see both Lilith and Byron there. Blinking, he opens his mouth, not sure if it's really Lilith before he says "Hey.. you..." Dusting himself off a bit he nods to Byron and says "I'm alirhgt.. I think.. as much as we can be... shit.." Because then there were Globetrotters, and he's grazed in the arm by one of them. Without even thinking about it, he lashes out at the one that attacked him and a bolt of electricity flies from his fingers to singe the one who hit him in the abdomen.

One of the Globetrotters runs toward Marcia and she screams. She's scrambling backward through the sand, but she slips and ends up crabwalking backward as she kicks up bits of silica. The ball hts her in the stomach, hard, and she lets out a gasp of pain before picking up a nearby coconut and swinging it up at the ridiculously tall man's head. She almost catches his nose, which is actually impressigve the height differential.

There's a moment there where everything is quiet and Lilith is just staring at Byron from the other side of Tobin's sprawled form. And at the oddest moment, she smiles, a utterly dry and genuine thing, eyes dropping to Tobin. They're a trio again in this fucked up moment. Go figure. But then things are happening that take precedent, and fast.

It's reflex for Lilith to protect Tobin and Byron moreso than herself. Tobin is getting oriented and she has no idea how capable Byron is of defending himself and he has two of those... well, globetrotters, coming at him. After seeing Geoff plowing at what's coming at her, she -knows- he's capable and in a split second decision, she swaps from self-defense attack to sudden unleash of protective rage on Byron's behalf that she never even lifts her hands to direct. She upticks her chin and narrows her eyes and suddenly, one of the globetrotters coming at Byron is ripped into at the middle with blossoming blood. Unfortunately, though, he's slowed but still coming.

"Oomph." The basketball hits Erin in the chest and she is pushed back some. The lifevest protects her from the bulk of it. No little dimples all over her chest from it at least. At that very moment she extends her hands, both of them, and with the yell of a banshee she aims them towards the guy attacking her. A wound appears over his chest and she smiles triumphantly as she draws back her hands, prepared to do it again.

Geoff growls as he drives his fist up viciously into the globetrotter's gut causing the ball to go wide as the b-baller chucked it at Lilith. With a vicious if entirely too enthused expression on his face Geoff growls at the man he's pummeling "Hey bitch you better keep your eyes on me because I'm going TO FUCKING END YOU." this isn't so much a threat as it is a promise to the dream man that today he fucked with the wrong castaway.

And then there's a flurry of combat. To Alexander's surprise, the Globetrotter goes down before his crab can even get a snap in. "That's usually harder." His voice dropped. "I'm usually alone." Then he notices that one of the still standing basketball men has grazed Christopher. He whistles at the crab, and it scuttles towards that enemy, snap snapsnaping its claws.

"Fuck!" Baylee exclaims when the basketball gets thrown at her, and she shifts to the side, a hand reaching up to her arm where she'd been hit by the ball. The attack is enough to set her off and without actually planning it she finds some small rock or shell or something and flings it across towards the attacker. And then he goes down, and she's looking for the next victim of her irritation.

Christopher had the guy, he /had/ the guy! Right up until he chucked the basketball first, knocking Chris back to stumble backward and scrape his leg on a rocky outcropping. Even as he struggles to push himself back up with his hands, though, he glances up and takes in Howell's words. "Pick one and gang up!" he calls out to the others. Of course, that could equally be turned against them, but hey, he /meant/ well.

"Alright, little buddy, you see that guy right there?" Suriel points the Narwhal to Globetrotter numero uno. "Go stab him. Stab him like he's some whaler piece of shit that killed your mom." she tells the Narwhal. Then the Unicorn of the Sea bounces off to do the stabbings. And apparently...that Narwhal was a serial killer in a previous life, because it stabs the shit out of things.

There'd be time for him to process the fact that there the three of them were again, all together, like old times, when they weren't being violently attacked by basketball weilding brutes. "Stay close," Tobin says to those closest to him, checking to make sure that Byron and Lilith are still okay. He gets hit in the right arm again and he says, "Alright seriously? I can do this with my left hand, too." And he lets another bolt fly at Globetrotter2, dropping him with an incapacitating jolt to the head. "Think on that."

Alexander's crab launches itself at the Globetrotter. It's not quick enough to keep it from firing off a basketball, but now the guy has a giant crab clinging to his chest and attempting to cut its way through to the tasty, tasty dream meats under its jersey. Alexander's expression remains blank with concentration, but he's ducking and weaving to try and keep from being targetted by the others as his fingers rub at his temples. It's like a weird headache dance.

the Globetrotter standing over Marcia dribbles the ball expertly across her leg and she twists nad kicks at him wildly. The coconut is then lobbed right past his head. Fortunately, she's crawling through the middle of several more and quickly rearms herself as she tries to fend off her more physically adept assailant.

This would be quite the sweet reunion if they were being attacked by an entertaining team of basketball players. So even as Byron's gaze meets with Lilith, just the commotion going on around them gets his full attention. "Shit." He mutters, before working to shake Tobin awake even more, "If you can, it's time to move Tobes."

Without any time to spare for him to drag his friend out of the way, all that Byron can do is defend himself. There were like four of them heading their way, but he could only take one on at this moment. Catching a glimpse of a large jungle boar behind the trees, he directs it to one of the hostiles closing in on him, watching the thing try to ram it's tusk into the guy. Try as he might, he feels the front of his expensive suit jacket and the shirt beneath tearing when he's hit. That's gotta hurt. At least a little.

"Look at that!" Baylee forgets to be angry after it works, again. She lifts her arms up into the air, laughing with way too much excitement about what is happening. Which leads her to being a whole lot more careless as she sets her sights on the new number 1.

Geoff laughs as he grabs the globetrotter by the jersey, swings back his head and with a ruthless abandon slams his forehead down into the playah's nose, sending him collapsing into the sand. This is obviously not the first time that Geoff has been in a fight, and judging by just how gleeful he is in the tussle it's clear that this element of danger is his jam. Cracking his knuckles he looks around till he spots the nearest globetrotter and then it's a mad dash towards him.

Aidan is a dodgy bastard. He doesn't have to be, mind, since none of them seem to be targetting him, but there's a lot of stuff flying around! Whatever else he's doing isn't very cinematic, sadly, though #1-the-first and #3-the-whatever get a couple really nasty glares. If looks could kill, those would be in the running. In the latter case, maybe they can. At least if someone else nearly kills them first.

"OW.." Erin looks down after loosing another slash to the globetrotter attacking her. The ball had damaged her lifevest the first time, made some of the foam escape so that when it's thrown again she gets a cut along her abdomen. Touching it, it feels more like an abrasion than a deep cut, but it still stings. Yeah she's definitely not much of a fighter. It doesn't stop her trying though.

Lilith almost gets skimmed by the first basketball, kneeling in the sand like that, so she's on her feet to fully dodge the second one soon after with shoving to be ready. Her jaw sets as she checks on Byron and briefly goes back to back with Tobin after dodging. Utterly silent still, she leans to check on Geoff having a grand ol' raging time to consequence for the globetrotter he's on, then she focuses again on the one she made bleed and methodically starts to take him apart at the chest with another rip into flesh.

This time, though, she does raise a hand and seems to try and focus on aim instead of burning with protective rage and lashout, brows drawn into hard furrow of concentration. Once she has a chest wound opened, she's twisting her hand at the wrist, suddenly, like she's opening the man up from afar but... for all the raw power she's desperately slinging out of herself, she's untrained, unhoned, and bad at aim. Instead of opening toward the vitals the wound tears down toward the ribcage, leaving the player still standing through it.

"I'm moving, I'm moving," Tobin tells Byron, looking to see which of the maniac basketball players his friend is defending against, and joins in, taking a shot that blasts that one in the chest. He looks over to Lilith and asks, "You hanging in there?" He works on coordinating his efforts with Byron. Focus Fire. That's what you learn in video games right? That's his strat and he's sticking to it.

Christopher takes another thump to the chest. It hurts. But /that/ is a basketball, and /that/ is a coconut, and which would you rather get hit by? And then, seeing the way the numbers are going? He turns, and aims at someone just a little bit further away. Ain't No Rule!

Crabs on people's chest are never any fun. Which is probably why the globetrotter manages to shake it off, and it falls to the ground, raking the long, long leg lightly as it falls. On its back. For a moment, it waggles there, all legs in the air, making pathetic little crab noises. "Oh, come ON." Alexander jumps forward and rights the crab, and gives it a pat on the...shell. "Go get 'em! He wants to EAT YOU." Well, that's motivating. The dog-sized crab surges forward again.

Baylee's still way too happy about this, like a kid with a brand new, shiny toy on Christmas morning. One she hasn't realized is just as likely to bite her back in the end. But it's working! Those basketball players are going down pretty fast as people fight back.

As people move to assist her Marcia is left lunging with a snarl as the Globetrotter is swarmed. She clubs him hard in the head with a coconut,but he doesn't drop. So she starts scooping them up from the ground and tossing them at his head. "Here's your loverly bunch of goddamned coconuts!" As they bounce off of her foes skull the coconuts land neatly in a row on the sand. He collapses with a thud.

Suriel looks to Globetrotter 6 and then to her Narwhal, "GET HIM!" she shouts. And sure enough, that little adorable Narwhal goes bouncy bouncy bouncy STAB! Right through the abdomen. "Good hustle team!" she claps for the animals and coconut throwers.

The little crab that could! It leaps into the air and comes down on the globetrotter's chest, this time with a better hold. The poor bastard goes backwards with the crab riding him and snapping at Bits until the guy either passes out or just gets the hint and stops moving. Then it moves on to the final combatant, snapping at its heels as others attack. "Good crab," Alexander says, with genuine pleasure in his voice.

Christopher blinks a few times, about to chuck another coconut, but he holds up when Lovey makes her appearance. And, more to the point, the Generals /won/! It's 1971 all over again. Now he totters on his feet, contemplating passing out until he sleeps off whatever second-hand smoke he inhaled.

Geoff cracks his knuckles and rolls his head as he turns his gaze on the old man after pummeling that poor sportsman into oblivion "You're next old man." this ominous phrase accompanied by a very solemn pointing. BUT FIRSt. Geoff turns around and in the crowd of survivors he makes his way to Lilith "Hey are you alright? Do I need to patch you up?" there is definitely a note of concern to his features, calling over to Erin he asks "What about you? You hurt at all, need any patching up?"

It was a lot of back and forth between Erin and Number 6. Finally, others come to her rescue, now that she's worn down with a couple of small wounds. Those that assisted are given a look of relief and she kneels on the sand a moment to catch her breath. A forearm, not the wounded one, is lifted and she swipes it across her forehead before pushing her dark mane of hair back from her face. At the call from Geoff, she narrows her eyes slightly. "Now you ask?" Exhaling a breath, she gives an absent nod. "Mostly superficial stuff, help anyone else who is hurt. I will be fine." She looks to Franny a little sheepishly. "Enquiring minds want to know.."

Being hounded by two sets of old school basketball players who weren't on an actual NBA team is one thing, but it's good that as some of the others are downed, a few step in to help Byron take on his own foe. Turning to look at Tobin, eyes narrowed a bit, he asks, "I can't say that this is how I imagined spending my days on the beach." There's also no time for small talk as he moves to dodge the next incoming as best he can, all the while keeping his eyes on the prize and setting that damn board to gorge him.

If the boat didn't batter him enough, he was feeling it a bit more now after this encounter. Finally, he allows himself to stand, dragging himself up to almost full height and dusting off all of that sand his suit must have accumulated. "About freakin' time." Is all he has to say. Though to the others who'd helped, he offers a "Thanks."

Whether he'd been paying attention or not, something pricks at his ears and he looks to this Mrs. Howell, "The Professor is ready for what?" Is all he has to murmur, eyes on those around him, making sure that his friends were not heard in this madness.

"HA!" Aidan exclaims as the last of the 'Trotters goes down, and there's a flicker of something manic in it before he takes a breath, looking around to make sure no one on his side seems to be dead. Or bleeding. Mostly the bleeding. He can't do much about dead. "...you okay?" he asks Baylee, then, and extends the question via look to the others nearest. Then farther. And then Mr. Howell is looking happy, and he looks rather less so. It probably isn't news the roasted pig's ready.

"Is everyone well?" Alexander asks, as the crab scuttles back to him. "No gaping wounds, broken bones?" His shoulders fall back into their habitual slump. He frowns at the palaver happening on the hill, but can't hear a thing, clearly.

Geoff chimes in to Byron and says with no little amusement "If it's anything like the globetrotters, the Professor is ready to get his ass handed to him." Studying the Howell's he says "And then after we handle the professor, Mary Ann, Ginger, Gilligan and the skipper, /then/ we burn their money in front of them."

"Something tells me there's a final boss and I'm more than done with this fucked up shit." Suri gives a kick to the sand. Cagey much? Yes! She was just waiting for things to...and holy shit...is that what she thinks it is. "Alright...that's fucked up." she points out.

Christopher glances over toward Byron, making a sour face. Oh, that can't be good. Coconuts may have trumped basketballs, but the Professor is the master of--

...okay, that works too. Can he wake up now? He'd really like to wake up now.

"I'm good...you?" Baylee wonders, her hands resting on her thighs as she bends forward, laughing a moment in a sort of giddy-nervous-energy way. Then she straightens up, reaching into her pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes. She was being polite by not smoking on the boat, but now that they are shipwrecked in a Hellscape she's going to smoke. She pulls out one cigarette, tucking it into her mouth in time for the boom boom boom to happen, which means it makes it to her mouth and doesn't get lit. "What..." She looks towards Alexander, who she has dubbed the resident expert in all things fucked up.

"I'm okay." Lilith murmurs for Tobin with significant delay once the bloodied and rent globetrotter finally drops with the pitch in of others. She does take a moment to reach up and push hard into one side of her brow, though, like she's strained something inside her head and is pained by it. But it's momentary, and she re-iterates for Geoff with raise of her voice to call over assurance, "... I'm okay! You're... uh. Wow." Now that she's standing still and not defending herself and certain old familiar faces, her face kind of screws with the absurdity of everything like she's taking a moment to reprocess exactly what's going on.

Her eyes catch on Howell stomping off, then she turns suddenly remembering seeing Byron slammed by one of those basketballs and she's suddenly visibly and irrationally afraid it burnt a hole in him or something. She turns as if to reach and feel his chest solid, palms flatted with concern, but then she turns back to a general lot of new 'oh shit'.

"... I don't... what is... oh."

Alexander is just staring at the Gillamonster. His eyes are wide. "That's something you don't see every day." He notices Baylee's glance, and gives a shrug. "I told you. The town contains multitudes." And then he whistles at his crab and points. "Fetch."

No waking up, huh? Oh, fine, Chris, let's chuck some more coconuts at it. At least a bigger target should be easier to hit, especially if it's slower to boot.

Byron should know by now to expect the unexpected and this. This was totally unexpected. The sight of this monstrosity makes him back peddle in awe for a few steps. "I'm not even going to ask what that is." He says with a shake of his head, "Let's hope that the ratings tank so we can cancel this damn show and get the hell out of here."

The monster makes its appearance, and Aidan looks up at it. And up farther. And... it's... wielding a movie star? "...no, no you don't," he agrees with Alexander, and takes a breath. Right. Time to look at a monster extremely sternly!

Watching, Erin can't help but gasp at the appearance at the combined looking creature. The lady in his grasp is given a wary look and she backs up several steps before lifting her arms. This was insane. Insane! "Is this real? Is this really real?" Having heard Alexander earlier, she clings to that. Then it's proven to be all too real and she watches as Tobin gets attacked. A gasp and she throws her hands out towards the monster. And effectively gains its attention! Oh. Shit. She does not take on such an aggressive stance any longer, trying to sort of duck behind something. Self preservation kicking in.

"That..." Baylee just has no words at all, so she just keeps any failed attemps at those words right inside her little brain. The cigarette still hanging from the corner of her mouth as she turns her attention towards attacking the movie star wielding gillamonster. More than once.

"It's not real," Alexander says to Erin without looking around. "But it doesn't MATTER. It will still kill you." He hisses as Tobin has to field an exploding movie star, and the crab leaps forward to climb up that massive body and try to snip snip at any bit of malformed flesh it can find. And eat it. Really? This may be a terrible day for everyone else, but that crab is having the feast of its life. Look at the positive here. "Can we detonate the dress?" he calls out. Yes, that's a sentence he just said.

Christopher is running on fumes at this point, but at least they're first-class fumes. Besides, now they can't help but gang up on the... /that/... while it has no such option. He winces as Tobin goes flying, though.

Tobin seems relieved when Byron and Lilith are okay, but then the Gillamonster comes lumbering over the horizon and that seems to draw the whole of his attention. "Uh, guys.." That's about all he manages to get out before the thing draws back Ginger. He lets loose a bolt of electricity at that throwing arm but it only manages to cause a flesh wound before the Movie Star is coming right for him. Blam! The dress explodes, and he is blown back into the sand once more. This time, he doesn't move, just sprawls there.

Geoff pounds ineffectually against the monster with his hands "The fuck is this shit." drawing back to catch his breath and plot another avenue of attack he says "This is absolute madness, absolute fucking madness." and then he is launching himself back into the frey to hopefully damage the beast in some manor or another

There's only so many things that Lilith can actually do, but it's no small thing she does in the end. That said, it's not enough. As she's getting her bearings nearby Byron and Tobin, the Gingerbomb is flying at the latter and she instinctively pose steps as if to intervene, as if it wouldn't take both of them down together. But then she freezes and hisses and the molecular space somewhat changes around him on that perceptible, but invisible way that Glimmer tends to do. It's not enough willing to avoid a hit and sequins fly into her to rattle her out of concentration and a sudden fit of rage when she sees Tobin laid out. She lashes into the Gillamonsters head with her hand out snapping into a fist to squeeze and it starts to lay open in various places, not crushed but gradually splitting. Then her focus shifts anew, teeth on edge.

Did he still have that monstrous boar on speed dial? Yes he did! Byron concentrates on that wild animal, though almost feels sorry for what he's about to send the thing up against. That's when he notices that the creature's got its eyes set on Tobin. One set of eyes, either Ginger's or the monster itself. "Be ready to jump out of the way." He murmurs over to him and just as the attack is launched, he sends the boar over to ram the thing! That won't stop the glittering projectile, unfortunately. Nor does the dumb animal do any harm, probably getting a sense of what the fuckery right now. But Tobin is hit in a shiny sequinned mess. "Shit!" He calls out, uncertain if his friend was alive or not. Who knows what evil magic glitter can do!

In this bit of anger, he launches himself forward, closing the distance between himself and the creature. He needed to... there. Contact is made, which does put him out of range of the maniacal gingers for the time being.

There are some things in life that you don't see coming. One of those, for Alexander, happens to be a Ginger. In an exploding dress. He's concentrating on directing the crab and can only go, "Oh shit," right before the Ginger makes contact with him, and he gets blown through the air. Those Sunday clothes? RUINED. Along with a good portion of his skin. The crab still tries to attack, but Alexander is rolling around in pain, barely conscious.

That could have been so really very much bad. So bad. Really. Very much. Erin is aimed at and the thing explodes nearby, missing her. She gives credit to those launching things at the Gillamonster and after rolling to the side to make sure she's still a moving target, she launches her own attack. Grazing it. Feeling a little bolder, she gets to her feet, but she remains a little defensive in posture and by design.

Christopher is winding up for another toss, in too much of a hurry to think about anything but what's in front of him. But then Man-Ginger is charging him, and he ditches the coconut in return for a kick to the... but he's hit before he can finish that thought, going down like a ton of bricks.

Suriel has gone from being out loud angry to quiet and inwardly angry. That's good for the spirit. The raven haired woman keeps sending the narwhal after the monster and she's not getting much leverage on it.

"Look out, she's got a dress!" Aidan exclaims as the Ginger heads for Alexander, and yeah, that's a sentence he just said, now. He gives the Movie Star the dirtiest look he can muster, and now there's proof looks can kill. Unfortunately, not before Gingers can explode, and Aidan winces, covering his ears. "Shit!" he exclaims, and with a quick glance at the state of the other attackers, hurries over to see if he can make him... less nearly dead. It works!

"How can it kill me if it's not real?" Erin asks in disbelief. She tries to continue to assist, but she's exhausted. Taking a few steps nearer Christopher, she winces. And Tobin. Damn! Both were down. But the Ginger was still down and still a threat, so she aims.

Alexander's chest does look a bit less raw and bleedy than it was, and he's able to take a deep breath. He focuses on Aidan. "You only have half a name. That's dangerous. But thanks." And then he rolls himself to his knees. His head is swimming and it's hard to focus on the crab - so instead he crawls towards Christopher to try and do what he can to help.

"Fuuuuuuuck." Baylee glares at the Ginger, then pulls the cigarette out of her mouth so that she can point towards her, and maybe there might have been something epic that was about to happen. Only it doesn't, because she is beaten down like a stray dog by a fake movie star, and it's all very, very embarassing.

Christopher just lays there, blissfully unaware. For a little while. Eventually he's woken up again, and promptly feels around blindly with his hands. He's gonna be on his back for a while, and he'd like to get his sunglasses on before he risks opening his eyes again, because the sun's probably grown to twenty times its size or /something/. It's been one of those days.

Tobin likes in the sand. Sand is comfy.

Geoff makes his way over to Tobin where he got exploded and with a snort begins to heal him, giving him a faint slap to the cheek once he's taken care of the serious outer wounds are taken care of "Okay captain, up and at 'em. You don't got all day to be laying around." gesturing back towards the ocean with his thumb he says "We got the love boat inbound."

It's to Christopher that Erin walks, kneeling down beside him and picking up his shades from the sand, broken or not. "Hey, here you go. Are you okay?" Hearing that song, she looks towards the waves and frowns. "Did you hear that?" But she does go about checking his wounds. She's no doctor, but maybe she can help somehow. "Here, let me help you up. We have to try and get out of here.."

"Kinney!" Aidan replies to Alexander, "It's Aidan Kinney." Because that matters right now. Not, however, as much as a Ginger aiming herself at Baylee; that has him pushing up to standing again and whirling on the sequined bomber. "Nonononono," he mutters, shooting the sharpest look he can that way, and there's a damn good slash that opens up, but not nearly enough to prevent the Boom. "Shitshitshit," he says, continuing his tradition of eloquence, and stumbles over toward Baylee, kneeling down beside her to check for life signs. And maybe heal her, except then there's this sound in the distance, and his head perks like a dog listening to a gramophone. "Oh, come on..." Well. Maybe they'll be friendly...

Christopher manages to slip the glasses on, only semi-blindly reaching a hand out for Erin's afterward. He hasn't seen the latest arrivals yet, but he heard Geoff just fine there. "Boss, boss, da plane, da plane," he murmurs, deadpan.

Alexander sees that Christopher isn't dead, and breathes a quick sigh of relief. He stands up and moves out of the way as Erin approaches. "It sounds like our ride is coming. Hopefully we won't have to kill the crew." He reaches for his chest, and frowns down at his shirt. It's pretty much just bloody tatters, now. A sigh. But rescue is nigh! He watches the boat suspiciously. "This is happening. Anyone dead?"

Even as he sends his friend boar to help take care of the lone ginger on the loose, Byron returns back to where Tobin is laying unconscious on the sand. Dropping to his knees once more, he gives his friend a concerned look before warily scanning their surroundings in case there's more to come. This is when he runs into Geoff and Lilith who are both working to wake the ship captain up. "Do you hear that?" He first asks, his attention returning on Tobin. "If this isn't real, then how the fuck do we get out of here?" This is asked to everyone in general.

That's when he spots it, the ship in the distance. While it sure does look like rescue, he has his doubts.

Swallowing down, Lilith runs to Tobin the second things are down and unmoving or running away. And though she was ready to lash out in varied ways on his behalf, something about her laying hands on him suddenly unnerves her, like she's scared she might break him the other way instead. She hesitates and pulls her hands away to watch Geoff instead for a fidgeting moment, then she looks over at their own tipped boat and away, as if ashamed in brief for a moment. She's clearly more accustomed to wrecking and repairing -things- and doesn't quite trust herself with something so precious as the man right now. So she focuses on the boat like she's about to make a plan to repair and move it, "If--"

She doesn't get far. She hears it first, head turning to the waves, then Byron, then back again to the announcing pull up skeptically. She stands still, as if literaly waiting for Byron to tell her what to do. Old habits.

"Oh...my god." Baylee is alive, she's down on the sand, covered in sequins and meat, but she's alive. For whatever that might be worth at this point in time. "I need a bath...and a drink." She then lifts her hand up to hold up the gore covered cigarette before she wails the most tragic of sounds. She can't even smoke to deal with the tragedy that her life has become right now.

"This all sounds too much like Ghost Ship to me. So many strange things. If I have to fight Tattoo, I'm just going to cry." Erin assists Christopher and remains there at his side in case he needs to lean a little. She's tall, maybe she can help out there. "Oh Alexander, you were dressed so nicely too. Well the good news is it's called the Love Boat. Maybe everyone gets suites to relax in. Or maybe there's alcohol. A lot of alcohol."

With the help of Geoff's healing, Tobin slowly begins to come around. He's not in good shape, and there are sequins everywhere. Everywhere. The sound of the ship's horn just makes him wince and he remains lying there in the sand for a moment or two more before he reaches out a hand for a help up, to try to get to his feet. He looks a mess and exhausted, but conscious.

Geoff glances to Byron as he draws near "Okay bro we're going to pick up Toby here. I'm not entirely sure he doesn't have massive internal bleeding, but for now he doesn't have external bleeding and we're not leaving him behind on this island. I'll get right you get left." To Lilith he says "Okay Lily we're going to get him to the ship, can you watch our backs and make sure that gorilla from the show isn't going to chase us?"

"One of the many reasons I don't. Dress nicely." Alexander mutters to Erin. He doesn't offer to carry anyone, but he will stare at the boat for a long while. And reach down to pat the crab that has scuttled back to him. "Be good. Don't eat people."

Talking! Talking is good. Dead people don't-- no, yes they do. Aidan sighs anyway, squatting next to Baylee and patting her head lightly when she wails. "Throw that one away, I'll give you a new one on the boat. Which. Doesn't seem like it wants to kill us." Could be more reassuring. But this isn't his first Dream. Things change. He shifts position to offer her both hands, to help pull her up to her feet. If he gets sequined meat on him... okay, he's trying not to get sequined meat on him.

Suri just stares at things, the woman a bit withdrawn for the moment. Though the love boat does get her attention and she stares at it for a long moment. What in the world. When she sees the ramp drop there's a bit of a moment taken to make sure that injured go up first. She takes a knee in the sand, having a quiet moment to pat the narwhal's head and then send it back on it's way.

Also, Franny tells everyone that Larry was never in 'Nam, sigh.

Alexander limps his way up the ramp, and ignores offers to try and give him cocktails. He finds somewhere, and sits down, watching the rest of the castaways very carefully. Like they might disappear if he takes his eyes off of them. His arm and chest are still bleeding, but as the twilight and the real returns, the wounds no longer look like being blown up by exploding dress, and more like being clawed and pecked by ravenous seagulls.

Larry and Franny book another tour with Tobin before they disembark. They had so much fun on his boat~.

The gross cigarette is thrown away, and Baylee accepts the hand up from Aidan, "I'm reconsidering every life choice I've made." Because this is gross. And seriously she's going to take a million showers as soon as she's somewhere that isn't a fucked up rerun nightmare.

Nothing personal, Tobin, but Christopher makes a point on getting off the boat the /moment/ it makes landfall. "I think it's time to go home," he muses out loud, looking to Erin. "You think it's time to go home?" He's still got his sunglasses on; the sun could return at any moment.

Geoff grumbles and pats himself down to see if he has smokes, nope, and no beer on the boat probably so it looks like the trip back to land is painfully sober for him. However with a wicked grin he mentions to Lilith "I didn't get pooped on by seagulls, I win. Don't forget we even shook on it." Looking out to sea he mentions "I need a drink."

The last thing Byron remembers before things began to change once more was helping Geoff carry Tobin onto this sketchy ship, no matter how luxurious. He knows this ship. He'd seen it on tv. Once they are on and Tobin is situated in the medbay, all while Byron is handed a cocktail, he's still trying to process things until that cocktail fades away and rather than being on some cheesy 80's cruise ship, he finds himself back on his friends boat.

If the two loons weren't manning the boat right now, he would've thought he was daydreaming and had just blinked his way out of it. The first thing that he makes sure of is that Tobin isn't dead! He actually looks better now than he did when they were carrying him to the ship. "That was... something." Is all that he'll muster now. But they were safe as far as he could tell.

Taking a look around the area, still processing the shifting through worlds, that's when he spots both Christopher and Erin in the distance, giving his group of friends and Geoff a quick, "One moment." Before he wanders over to meet with them right before, "Miss Addington, Christopher." He calls out as he trails them, "I... apologize about that." He's talking to Erin since he'd invited her here, "I really do. I hope that you don't hold anything against Tobin or his company." He's playing damage control here.

As the boat touches shore, Alexander wobbles himself to his feet. "Will I remember this? There were people, so it's real. Right?" He stares at the others, each in turn, even Franny and Larry. "Probably real. Or really not real. Yes. Not /really/ real." He rubs tiredly at his face, and then starts to slouch away down the dock, arm cradled slightly inward to hide the beak marks.

"Gorillas. Yep. Got it." Lilith affirms to Geoff with a bit of autopilot in her tone of voice, because hell, that -could- be a thing at this point. She lets the two men do the handier work of getting the injured boat captain (not Larry) up the ramp and onto the savior vessel, despite her dubious, on-guard mien. Her eyes keep flicking back to Tobin, though, all the while, and though the cruise ship might be fabulous, she's too damn paranoid to enjoy it til the shift happens. She does, however, down the hell out of her welcome drink.

And on the ride back to shore in the actual boat, she's very, very, very quiet and brooding. But she doesn't cut Geoff out this time like her broods of ye olde times. Instead, she snaps out of it, upnodding and tells him very seriously, "That gnome is so frickin' yours.

"I am ready. Want to ride with me? I can make sure you get there safe. I am taking an Uber." Erin thanks Tobin, squints at Franny and Larry before looking towards the exit of the boat, that life vest long gone by now. She has some cuts and scrapes, looks a lot worse for wear, but she manages to keep her composure. "Are you going to be okay Christopher?" As Byron approaches, she tilts her head a little. "No, I hold nothing against Tobin. He was even injured." Though whether or not she holds anything against Byron is left unspoken. "Shall we?" The question asked of Christopher.

Christopher nods to Erin, visibly uncertain. Not many people have seen him /uncertain/ over the past several years. "Yeah, sure," he replies. And then stares a few moments at Byron. He's worried about a /lawsuit/ over this? Yeah, no. This is some next-level shit, that's what /this/ is.

Tobin is a little more conscious once they're back at the dock, but that doesn't mean he's in great shape, either. He's slumped on a seat in the boat, while he nods and gives apologies for the outcome of the tour to those who are upset, and smiles faintly to those who seem to have had a good time. Dawn, who is busy greeting those who arrive, looks very confused and makes her way over to Tobin, whispering "What happened?" He waves her off a little and says "Just make sure everyone is okay. I think I need to go home, and a drink, and some bandages.. in.. no particular order." He glances over at Byron doing damage control and can't help but chuckle a bit, though that hurts, and he regrets it instantly.

Geoff keeps leaning against the rail in his position and calls over towards Erin and Christopher "You two handled your own out there pretty damn well. Hit me up sometime we'll grab drinks and if either of you ever wants to get some self defense lessons in let me know and we'll set something up." Rubbing his fists he looks down at the cuts on them with a surprising hint of fond familiarity "It's good that the globetrotters were a bunch of jokers and didn't know what they were doing."

Aidan drinks the cocktails. Look, if someone's going to give him a drink at the moment, he's inclined to drink it. Even if it does stop existing once they're back in the real world. The more-real world, anyway. He's inclined to offer try to heal people some more, as well, Baylee and Alexander in particular, but if Tobin or Christopher or whoever want in on that, he'll give it a go. And eventually, they're back at the dock, and he's as ready as anyone to be Not There. Well, anyone who isn't Franny and Larry. "I think I parked..." he starts to Baylee, then pauses, looking her over. Okay, the sequin meat's gone. "...over there," he finishes, guessing about right, and slides a hand into his pocket as he departs. Oh, hey. There's his sunglasses!

Byron fully expects that sort of treatment from Erin after what had just happened. He doesn't blame her. "I'll, call you later to check up on how you're both doing." This is really more directed to Erin. "Have a safe ride home." There's this forced calmness to his tone, though in truth, he's still pretty wired up by everything that had happened. He'll watch the pair depart before going back to check in on Tobin and the others.

Watching Alexander wander off, Erin shudders a little at what had transpired. No way could she pretend it wasn't real. Lifting her eyes to Christopher, she does notice the uncertainty and she tries to look reassuring. It's not something she generally does, all this being nice. But going to hell and back with people sort of put a few things in perspective. "We'll be fine," she tells him quietly. At the offer from Geoff she dips her head, "Thanks I'll keep that in mind." Byron gets another look with a squint as if trying to conceal her own expression and she sort of dismisses him. "Everything is fine. I'm going home." Walking out with Christopher, assuming he does come with her.

It doesn't take much from Erin. First, she's a familiar face, and second, Christopher is still shell-shocked and otherwise worn out. He'll have some interesting questions, but not any time /real/ soon. No, sitting down in a nice comfy car seat sounds good right about now.

When they're landed and Byron is off talking to people, without her sunglasses or hat now, Lilith can't really hide or help the somewhat shifty, anxious expression on her features. After standing at a bit of a jittery loss as to what to do for a moment, she walks off some of the adrenaline in pace along the harbor walk and dock, hand held through her hair. But after taking a time alone, she returns and informs Tobin, "... I'm going where you're going, just so you know. And you have every right to tell me no, but right now, it's not beyond me to creep your windows to stare at you for a while just to see you breathing. So there's that."

Once the passengers are off and Tobin's tried to deal with some of the aftermath, he tries to pull himself up, and shakily makes his way toward the ramp of the boat, to head back down the dock toward home. Fortunately, home is on the same road, and not far away at all. He runs into Lilith coming back as he's about to leave, and he gives her a half-hearted smile, "As much as I'd pay to see you standing in the bushes creeping outside my house, for the sheer weirdness value.. I think I've had enough weirdness for today. Want to walk me home?" He glances over at Geoff and says, "If you're not busy.. I could probably use an arm to get there.. it's not too far."

Geoff upnods Tobin and cracks a grin at him "Yeah man I can lend you hand getting home. I could probably use a walk to calm down, still hyped up from all." here he gestures vaguely into the ether "That." walks over to his bike in the parking lot he grabs a flask from the saddlebag and tucks it into his waistband before heading back over to Tobin and co.

Byron's already waiting for the group down on dry, steady land. One hand in his pants pocket, he takes on this casual stance despite the suit. He's either contemplating or daydreaming though most likely both. Hearing some familiar voices draw near, he blinks awake, then turns to regard Tobin and the others. "I was concerned that you'd need to repair your boat, but it looks as good as when we'd set sail earlier today." Patting at his jacket pocket, he pulls out a pack of cigarettes. This habit that he's picked up whenever he's feeling stressed. "I'll accompany you, make sure you're alright." Though it's Lilith who gets a look now and he seems to be studying her from afar. "But then I might have to run in a bit. I have a few calls I need to make."