[OTA] Day at the Beach

[falsepretences]

It wasn't, he supposed, really a beach yet, but the rhythmic movement of the tides were already starting to erode the the grace and soil and leave something sandier in it's place. Just at the edge for now, but in time it would become a mix of sand and stones, with only patches of the grass that was currently blanketing the ground in between patches of snow.

He kicked a pebble into the...well, sea, he supposed, and eyed it before looking out at the island with the door.

"Just when you thought things couldn't get weirder..."

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[yourcupoftea]

"Sure you didn't knock on plywood?" Meera sighed. She'd done her best to stay out of the Arcana business. Each reminder that it was still affecting their community was distressing. "Well? What brings you out here? My lord."

[falsepretences]

"Just wanted to get out of the Castle and volunteering to investigate the suddenly very large body of water seemed like as good an idea as any." He kicks another rock before looking at Meera. "What about you? Running messages?"

[yourcupoftea]

"I am off today, as luck would have it." She turns to face Jordan and narrows her eyes. It's not confrontational, just a girl playing hall monitor. "What have you discovered so far, Inspector Poirot? Or should I say Mr. Holmes?"

[falsepretences]

"Absolutely zilch, Miss Marple," he says, and pulls a frustrated hand through his hair. "Well, other than it's salt water." Which they'd never had in the Deck before. "And the tides seem to be coming in and out roughly regularly."

[yourcupoftea]

Meera nods along, crouching to touch the water. "Silly to play detective, I suppose. No logic in any of this happening, so how can one possibly puzzle out what it means? If it means anything." 'Wait until something else goes catastrophically wrong' seems to be The Deck's new motto.

"But it's better than..." Her eyes drift over to some other young fool treating the site of a disaster like their own personal Acapulco. "Acting like that."

[falsepretences]

It's the only motto that's working, it seems. He's been spending hours with the books - uselessly, it seems, because it's not like poring over them got them any answers when the Arcana first arrived.

He looks where Meera's gaze has gone and smirks a little. "The sunscreen's an interesting touch, isn't it, considering it looks like we're getting more rain." Of course, it could rain a little early on that one. There's water all around.