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After an only semi-awkward drive to reach the public beach, Roche peeled her hands from the wheel and leaned back into the seat with a heavy exhalation. She'd never drown for that long, and never with passengers. Did anyone notice how close they'd come to several collisions? She dearly hoped not, especially with one passenger having remained doggedly on the roof the entire way. 

Now that they didn't have to worry about anyone reacting to a driverless car she transformed back to her magical girl form. The deeper tan was far better suited for the intense sun, and she merely had to shrug off her concealing cloak and letting it fade into motes of magical light to have a passable swimsuit. 

The most obvious thing of note was that the beach was heavily crowded, and clearly Roche hadn't thought that far ahead as to how they'd relax in such a density of mundane people. But given their mostly invisible nature they could just filter them out with time. 

[color=orange]"Alright, Suki, I'm trusting you to find a spot for the umbrella and plant it for us. Just toss out some towels and I'll help get the rest later. Tsubomi, why don't you see if there's a concessions stand or food truck somewhere."[/color] Roche said, trying to offer some semblance of structure for the now irreconcilable pair. 

[color=orange]"If you can't find anything, I've got snacks and drinks in the trunk but I figure something hot and fresh would be nice. I'm going to catch up with Nyxia and check back later!"[/color]

The barely dressed magical girl bound across the sands, catching sight of Nyxia sprinting off the pier. She recalled the promise of showing her the undersea plantlife and bounded after her. 

To the average beachgoer that day there was a sudden geyser of sand soon to attributed to a freak dust devil, but to the remaining Magical Girls it was clearly Earthshaker flexing her power to leap for the air. A shadow was cast as she shield materialized behind her lining itself against her bare feet. The following boom as she kicked off the shield and shot herself into the water, cleaving through it like a knife, was far less noticeable well above everyone's heads. 

Roche's arms were braced before her, and her tattoos illuminated sharply as it absorbed the impact with the surf. The rush of air gave way to the bubbles and whirls of salt water, and though her lips were closed tight they still stretched into a smile as she plunged into the dark depths, passing by a smudge of pink and green that could only be Nyxia. 

A twist and a kick had her momentum spent, facing upwards at the laser fetishist as she settled, strands of kelp rising around her from a forest of coral still sloping outwards into the deep, dark sea beyond. 

And for once in their lives, it was utterly quiet, a serenity that was alien to the city dwellers.