Location: Pier
Interaction(s): Everyone
The sun was high in the sky and the breeze was crisp and breezy as could be.
Syl took a deep, measured breath of the seaside air, feeling the wind blow through his hair and making it even more of a mess than it usually was. He absent-mindedly brushed a hand through his dishevelled locks, eyes scanning the pier with a curious intensity.
It was a given that a variety of celebrities would attend this event—or, he supposed, the soon-to-be event. Of course, that didn’t mean he would recognise all of them, or even any of them really, but he was nothing if not willing to learn. As his gaze swept over the group, he found that he did, in fact, recognise some of those present. Well, two of them really, though he couldn’t really say he knew either of them by name, only remembering them as league champions from what little television he watched.
The others he didn’t recognise nearly as well, though the flamboyant pink-clad guy was vaguely familiar. Other than him, there was a rather eclectic selection of people gathered on the pier. A grumpy-looking girl was standing off to the side and looking not particularly thrilled to be there, two pale-haired guys with very different aesthetics, and then there was the last one. Then there was the last one, a two-toned-haired girl that Syl wasn’t sure what to make of quite yet.
All in all, they were a colourful bunch, some very much more so than others. If that composition was any indication, this trip was going to be anything but boring, and that fueled Syl’s anticipation even further. A glance at the bracelet on his wrist left him lost in his thoughts for a moment. His musing was broken by a two-pronged tail waving itself in front of his face, and his eyes were drawn to the weight that had settled itself upon his shoulders. His lips twitched in mild amusement.
“Still not willing to walk, huh?”
“Espeon....”
Absolutely spoiled rotten, she was.
The grumpy girl bemoaned the captain’s tardiness and one of the pale-haired guys—Auggie, as he introduced himself, chimed in with an optimistic view of the situation. Syl just shrugged nonchalantly, offering an alternative.
“Maybe the captain fell overboard and got swept away. Wouldn’t be the first time. We can still get to know each other, though.”
It was then that the pink-clad drama queen introduced himself as André Bellamy, claiming that everyone should already know who he was.
Of course, Syl had no way of knowing that. He couldn’t speak for the others though.
Then, the flamboyant blond was greeting him specifically as if he were more than just a stranger to him. Theatrical as he was though, he was complimenting Syl, if in a way that was a bit more.... novel than he was used to.
“.... right. Thanks, I guess...?”