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REZORT: VACATION FROM HELL

Ugh, fine, Rhys about to jump into that pool.

Yeah, and now I'm written out of the build up. Sucks, but I'll deal.

@mickilennial

Oh no, we thought it would be beneficial for y'all to get in easier with the zombs instead of having to strike a convo. I'm sorry you see it that way :( But we're all here to help if you need it. Interactions, brainstorming, etc!

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Finally to the actual meat of the plot. Anyone who goes to check on the employee may or may not be met with quite the nasty surprise... with more to come as we advance through this scene. Hint: The zombies want to eat you.

@Vanny

Well, we have a medical professional in our midst sips coffee

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_{Interaction with @Sadie}

Rhys couldn't help but blink and tilt his head at her drink order before hiding his grin by taking a sip of his beer. Yeah, still not the same as the good old tinge of alcohol. He could use some liquid courage right about now, but it wasn't like he didn't have any game without it. Frankly, he appreciated having a clear head. Made for sound decisions. Right? Though her grin at him threw all of that out of the window and Rhys knew he was in trouble. Would having a fling with this woman in his hotel room count as 'relaxing'? Though, he wasn't really sure how to explain that one to Willow anyways. This was turning out to be an interesting night. The two girls behind this conversation partner had turned away with sour expressions. Good riddance. A stark contrast from the two lovely Mai Tai ladies behind himself, talking softly amongst the two of them.

He gave the blonde in front of him an understanding expression at her answer, nodding while he hummed out an "Aah." He couldn't hear from her accent where she was from, and her saying she didn't get a lot of sun made him want to ask. But that would be creepy, right? He was also here to forget real life existed. There was nothing outside of Carabo for him right now, and that probably was the same for her. They were just... someone else here. Just the here, and now. Not a physically broken Rhys with frustrations, wanting his old physique back. "Well, sun looks good on you." He said, raising his beer at her while she took her shot in hand, before taking another sip. Over the rim of his glass, he winked at her as she downed the shot like an expert. Oh, he was in trouble alright. The scrunch of her nose made her freckles even more noticeable.

Then she went and grabbed his hand, and it surprised him, though it didn't show on his face. Instead, he send her a quizzical head tilt and listened to her proposition. Honestly, why the hell not? Rhys was 'relaxing', after all. Surely dancing on the dancefloor was way safer than paragliding or shark-diving.

What could go wrong?

"Well, since you asked so nicely." He placed his beer on the bar, discarding it. Alcohol-free beer was tasteless, after all. It was out of his mind in a second as he nodded, going in front of her toward the dancefloor, clearing the way. He kept his fingers laced in hers, or he'd lose her in this crowd. It had become quite busy. Almost as if the entire hotel did show up to the party. What was this party even for? Finding a good spot, he turned to face her as the bodies around them moved along with the music. Some more... skilled than others. Moving along to the music, he felt transported to a younger Rhys who loved to go clubbing. With a mischievous smile on his face, he danced. He made sure to keep a respectful distance, it would be up to her to bridge it. Though, he did lean in order to speak to her over the sound of the music. "Name's Rhys, by the way. Yours?" He said towards her ear.

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Also, can I just say that it is funny that while everyone has been talking amongst each other, no one has actually bothered to introduce themselves to the other person.

@Vanny

No cause I just wrote Rhys saying his name, lmao.

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I'm always excited. Rhys is a good swimmer. I think?

You know how in those slasher movies the couple having sex is like the one the killer goes after? That's Rhys and Delaney right now, haha. And Amelia and Rina the responsible ones.

And yeah, maybe it's easier for them to jump in if the zombies are there, as opposed to trying to strike up a conversation now. Zombie times! (Though I am working on a post rn! :))

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I meeeeeeean I can do both.

@Punished GN

Excited to see it!

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_{Interaction with @Sadie}

Rhys took a slow first sip of his beer. It was nice and cold, despite not having that kick of actual alcohol. Look at him, he's starting to sound like an alcoholic at this point. He darted his tongue out slightly to lick the foam from his upper lip and scanned the crowd. It wasn't even that late yet, and some people were already drunk out of their minds. Even though he liked a beer, Rhys hadn't been drunk a day in his life. How could people let it get that far, anyway? The crowd sure was an interesting one, though also one amusing enough to look at.

The two Mai Tai women beside him struck up a conversation, and while he didn't really mean to eavesdrop, it was kind of nice to listen to a normal topic. He hadn't missed the second woman's eyes on his beer order, and then to him. As if to calculate why. He sure didn't look like the type who wouldn't drink. Still, his eyes flickered to hers for a brief moment and he couldn't see any judgement. Just curiosity, like a mystery to solve. He winked at her instead, and let his focus stray to the dancing floor while taking a sip. On the other side of him, two girls were definitely not passing the Bechdel test. The comment they made about some men on the dancefloor were downright disrespectful, and then he heard the attention shift to him. How hot he looked, and how alone. Almost doing rock paper scissors on who could approach him. Old Rhys would be flattered, but now it just irked him. The difference in brain cells of the ladies to his right and the ladies to his left was very telling. One of them got up to approach him. Time to move away from the bar.

But just as he pushed off, that familiar blonde from earlier walked up to the bar like she was on a mission, and he decided to linger. He keep his eyes on her as he followed her walk, a bounce in her step, curious if she was coming for a drink, or him. Or both. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't seen her before. He had seen her sprawled out on a tanning bed at least two times when he had gone for a quick swim to soothe his pain. He recognised the dusting of freckles on her face. She wasn't indecisive, either, she was definitely approaching him. His saviour. For that alone, she deserved a drink. She cut him off from brainless #1 and #2 and he grinned, angling his body towards her as she made her visit to him clear. Ah, she was American like him. She had a risqué sparkle in her eyes. He appreciated that, and his intrigued meter went up.

Leaning against the bar with his good arm, he felt the fingers of his other hand around his beer tingle painfully and he flexed them, but just to be safe he placed the glass back on the counter as he locked eye contact with the blonde. "I'd be honoured to." He said, one corner of his mouth lifting into a smile, the dimple in his cheek coming forward. He turned to the bartender that awaited her order and said "Whatever the lady wants." Then shifted his focus back on her, waiting for her to place her order before he engaged further.

Taking his beer back in his hand, he looked at her with amused features. "You on vacation here, too? Enjoying the sun?" He inquired, letting his eyes roam briefly over her olive tan, freckles on more than just her nose, he noticed.

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"Green."

Rhys raised a brow to himself in the mirror and pulled the corners of his lips down in resignation, his eyes sparkling in amusement. All right, green it is. With one step to the right, put back the blue button up into the open frame closet and stepped back in front of the mirror, opening the buttons of the olive green button-up. With his good arm, he grasped at the fabric behind his neck and pulled off his t-shirt in one swift movement, tossing it to his bed. He blinked at his reflection. Normally, he'd like what he saw. Not that he was conceited, or made a hobby out of looking at himself, but he had never been dissatisfied. The scars on his shoulder were something he was still coming to terms with, though. With a swallow, he put on the button-up as his sister's voice floated from his phone again, which was perched up against the mirror to face him. "Anyways, I thought you said you were going to try and relax?" Her voice was almost accusatory if it weren't for the fact that Rhys picked up on the concern laced through it. Maybe he shouldn't have confessed that instead of letting the sun soak into his healing bones on a bed beside the water, he went parasailing on the island today.

"I am relaxing. I'm just also... making the most out of it." His eyes flickered down to the screen, where through the Facetime call he could see his sister's side-eye all the way back from Massachusetts, where she sat at her small desk in her dorm room at Harvard. Smart kid. He could almost hear the wheels in her head turning, trying to see if she should fight him on this. He couldn't blame her. It wasn't like he was at the peak of his health, right now, but Rhys didn't back down easily. This holiday had been Willow's suggestion because the doctor said a nice climate like here in Carabo would be good for his healing. He could tan in the sun, swim in the ocean and enjoy expert massages. That and, the payout of the lawsuit had been good. Willow wanted to come, but she has exams. He'd have to make it up to her.

It had felt odd, leaving on holiday on his own. Usually, he went with friends. But it wasn't like Rhys was a shy person. He'd make friends. "Jumping off a cliff to fly with the use of some untrustworthy construction does not seem like relaxing to me, Rhysand." Yup, judgement. He winced a little at his full name, but a smile teased the corners of his lips. She kinda sounded like their mother. Rhys buttoned up his shirt and ran his hands along the front of it. Tilting his head, he raked a hand through his hair and curled his bottom lip out, satisfied with the result. Green had been the right choice. The fabric was light, and perfect for this weather. Leaning forward, the took the phone in his hand as Willow continued. "What's next, swimming with sharks?"

Rhys let out a rumbly laugh as he sat down on his bed, placing the phone against the lamp on his nightstand and grabbing his watch from there, putting it on as he shook his head at his sister's remark. "It actually involves a cage, Weep." He retorted, using her nickname. She used to cry a lot when she was a kid. A real weeping willow. "Rhys!" Out of frustration, he saw his sister close the book she was studying from, and turn toward her propped-up phone completely. Her lips were parted and her eyes were wide. Alright, he had teased her enough. He neatly rolled up his sleeves as he spoke once more. "Listen, Willow. I'm just enjoying my vacation. I'm about to go to a party, totally relaxing. I promise there will be no car chases or bar fighting or lion taming involved. Scouts honour." He held up two fingers in the sky and watched as Willow's face lit up again, al be it with a roll of her eyes.

"Alright, well, I have a very exciting date with my new E.A Phoenix book. You have fun at the party. Respect women. Don't do drugs. And please be careful with alcohol and your pain meds, okay?" He saw his sister grab her phone and press a kiss to the screen, and it made him chuckle. She was a pain in the ass, but she cared about him. Relenting, he nodded. "I'll be the epitome of chivalry, soberness and celibacy." He joked, knowing full well he wasn't really promising the latter one. Hell, he could use a nightly adventure to blow off steam. Willow said to relax, right?

After promising her once more that he wouldn't go swimming with sharks, he hung up the phone and let the device slide into the front pocket of his khaki shorts. He could already hear the soft hum of music from his hotel room, and he wondered how many people would be there. Either no one or the entire hotel. Well, he'd check it out, maybe order a beer, alcohol-free, and do some dancing. Something something the world is my oyster. Oh, maybe he'd down a couple of those, too. He locked his hotel door behind him and made his way to where he was told the party would be, though it wasn't hard to find with the flashing light and booming music. Damn, there was even a DJ? People were already socializing around the bar, while others lounged in the pool on floaties. He glanced briefly at the dancefloor, littered with people from presumably a lot of different nationalities. A gorgeous blonde in a red dress caught his eye and he wasn't shy about looking at her, though, after a beat passed he flashed a quizzical smile and walked toward the bar.

Damn, he couldn't even get a glass of liquid courage. It wasn't like he was an alcoholic, but he could do with a nice cold actual beer right now. Instead, he leaned on the bar with his good arm and nodded up at the bartender. The woman beside him ordered a Mai Tai and Rhys's eyes flashed to her, intrigued by a flash of accent and interesting drink of choice. She looked uncomfortable, out of place. Someone else needed liquid courage. Another woman, darker-haired this time, joined up and ordered the same. Smiling to himself as they started conversing, he ordered alcohol-free beer and pushed off the bar, turning to lean back against it and look over the dancing crowd. Chivalry, Rhys, chirvarly. Without thinking, he placed the hand of his good arm on his bad shoulder, rolling the limb a little and trying not to let the wince from overtaking his face. A glass of beer was put behind him, and he looked over his shoulder to thank the bartender before half turning, taking the beer in his hand.

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@vanny Could you change Rhys to physical therapist and/or physical therapist/stunt-double, cause the first one is his main job <3 roleplayerguild.com/posts/5467817