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[hr][b]Location:[/b] Arriving, The Beach
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Himself, Wadsworth, Everyone else[hr][/center]
Today was a good day for Maurice. He ate waffles today for the first time in a year. He even had syrup on them. MAPLE SYRUP. Even if he didn't meet anyone on this trip, it will have been worth it for the food alone. In the back of his mind there was the nagging voice that afterwards there would be weeks of pain, but he ignored it. For now, he felt like a king. Ritual plain oatmeal for months on end had almost made him forget why breakfast used to be his favorite meal of the day.

Maurice stood at the back of the aft, chest thrust out and hands on his hips like the fucking champ he felt like when the boat stopped. He had a couple of bags with him, with long straps that fit over the shoulder nothing that would be difficult for him to carry, filled with clothes of varying formality and some bare essentials for the trip. A laptop, his 3DS, a couple (light) novels, a DVD copy of End of Evangelion.

He stepped on the dock, politely telling the crew that it was fine, he would carry his own bags and giving Wadsworth a big handshake to his discomfort. Well seemed like he was Lucky number 7. Everyone here was decently attractive, and only two were soaking wet. Maurice was the biggest guy there, physically but not but a huge margin. There were a lot of tall guys already, not one would be shorter than 6 feet tall. The women were a lot shorter, closer to average height at least. He gave a big wave to everyone there.

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[hr][b]Location:[/b] Arriving, The Beach
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Wadsworth, Everyone else, Maurice[hr][/center]
Mauriah adjusted her baseball cap so it would better block out the sun. While on the boat she passed the time by wearing down Dum Dum suckers until they were soggy plastics sticks and browsing her phone. It wasn't really all that exciting, but it wasn't mind-dullingly bored. And even if it was, some nothing was part of what she was signing up for. Time away from the arguing and politics of trying to maintain some architectural integrity in a project instead of just letting uninformed clients dictate bad design everywhere for the sake of their taste. She felt the lurch of the boat stopping and looked up onto the deck to see the something off.

That height, that hair. No, it couldn't be. Nooooooooo.

[color=d60f74]"Oh, hell no. Maurice?"[/color] The big man on the dock turned around with a big smile.

[color=FF0000]"Mauriah, is that you? Heeey! I didn't know you were doing this thing too!"[/color] He raised both his arms in the air, bags jostling in the wind. Mauriah walked up onto the dock, face in hands, looking more defeated than anyone should after just arriving at their vacation location.

[color=FF0000]"I'm Maurice, and this is my sister, Mauriah. What's up?"[/color]