[b]"Damn it all."[/b] Isaac muttered, uncharacteristically annoyed.
He glared quietly at the sea from under the shade of a parasol. He sat, hunched over in defeat whilst sitting on a colourful beach towel. When the mysterious force had spontaneously appeared and shown their advanced technology, he'd feared the worst. Somehow, what he got was worse than that. The beach... His worst enemy.

[b]"Who did this to me..."[/b] He muttered murderously.
Part of his hate was that he couldn't swim. Another part of his hate was that sand got into his clothes and made it difficult to work. The last part of his hate was the sun's heat, inexplicably magnified despite being within meters of a water source. This normally didn't bother Isaac that much, but he'd lost his scalpels somehow and the beach was full of people, likely Metas, which he couldn't cut up.

You see, Isaac mildly disliked the beach, but he disliked doing pointless things. As it stood, he couldn't do anything. He had no tools, it was in daylight and he couldn't see any of his allies. For some reason, everyone at the beach was wearing swimsuits. Fortunately for Isaac, he was spared the embarrassment as he had his normal attire on. With that said, it would be a pain to clean up, and he didn't have the time to do it.

Bottom line was, he didn't have anything to do, and that annoyed him.
Isaac glared and muttered darkly as he sat under the shade of the parasol, wishing for it to be over.

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"What the-" Loki said, sitting up.
A beach met his eyes, filled with people in swim suits. He wasn't sure what just happened and what he'd been doing was a secret, but it was rather confusing. He looked around and saw that there were shops open on the seemingly out of place tropical island. 

"Ooh, ice-cream!" He said, weaving his way through the crowd towards the ice cream stand.
He didn't pay any more mind to the weirdness of the situation and brought some ice-cream to eat.

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John's activities were secret