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137800 No. 137800 ID: 899c9f

It's the sandiest day of the year again! Every quest character is invited to come and enjoy the cool ocean breeze and sandy shores. Come splash in the ocean surf, and don't spare the sunscreen!

This year: A day at the beach, on a budget! With a little imagination and inventiveness, you too can enjoy a stay-at-home beach bonanza! and with the magic of patented Formican Reducer technology, this pint-size beach can feel full-size!

Just remember, try not to be too lewd.
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No. 137918 ID: 85c249
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"It's okay, Chupi Chups, I’ve got you!” says Mr.Hatterson as he leans menacingly over the sandbox beach, “Here are some handkerchiefs and some scissors, now you can dress however you want!”

With that, Mr. Hatterson drops the impromptu clothing implements onto the beach. The scissors sink into the sand with a loud “PIFF” and throw a bit of sand around. Mr. Hatterson realizes that was not his brightest idea, but decides to play it cool as he walks over to the bar.
No. 137919 ID: 85c249
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Mr. Hatterson sits on one of the stools next to the strange character known as Cat. He is wearing a flowery sundress because he forgot to buy swimming trunks and he only knows how to make headwear.

He looks at his new bar buddy, “Oh, hey.”
No. 137920 ID: 85c249
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"Same hat!"
No. 137921 ID: 85c249
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Allergine: Man, this place is kinda wack, look at all this weirdos almost killing each other.

Amigdala: It sure beats being dead, though.

Allergine: Yeah, you are right. Let’s see if we can get som- wait, who’s that? Why does that chick look like me and.. is that R-thritis?

Amigdala: Your sister?

Allergine: Yeah. Man, I fucking hate R-thritis!

Amigdala: Uh hu. Welp! I’m off for a swim around the bunny godzilla monster. Call me if you found us something fun to do. And try not to pick a fight before they pay us to, alright, dearie?

Allergine: Don't call me that.

Amigdala: D'awww, sourpuss! Catch ya later!
No. 137922 ID: 85c249
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No. 137923 ID: 85c249
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No. 137926 ID: e51896
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The Sweaty Kitty and Rowland's fun run comes to a halt as a giant kaiju tail is in the way!

Rowland: Whew... what a relie-
Rowland: ERRR, I mean...
Rowland: What a shame... *huff puff* Looks like our jog has come to an end...
Rowland: Let's cut our losses *pant pant* and go tanning or...

No blockade will get in the Sweaty Kitty's way! She climbs the giant tail, with her claws leaving claw marks!

Sweaty Kitty: Haha! looks like our run just got more CHALLENGING! It's like an obstacle course now!
Rowland: Isn't that dangerous though?!
Sweaty Kitty: Nonsense, this is nothing like the Gosling Tsunami I got caught in months ago!

Rowland sighs and takes time to catch his breath

Rowland: That's not the point though...
Sweaty Kitty: Come on! just climb it! nothing to it!
Rowland: I don't have cat claws like you!
Sweaty Kitty: Just fly over it then!
Rowland: You severely underestimate how tiring using our wings are!
Sweaty Kitty: Aww quit being a baby!

No. 137930 ID: ca2950
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Alex: "Stop worrying about sand so I can steal your top and throw you in the water."

Keimi: "Like I'd let you do that."

Alex: "That's why I'm not giving you the chance to stop me. I've already completed like seventy-five percent of what I need to do."

Keimi: "Hrk!"
No. 137947 ID: ca2950
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Keimi is tossed into the water, then rushes back up the beach to retrieve her top, then tries to steal Alex's trunks when that fails, then resumes trying to grab her top when that also fails.

Rikke: "So are those two banging or..."

Nene: "I kind of figure that's the case, but don't want to assume."

Rikke: "They spend a lot of time together..."

Nene: "I've heard that people who spend a lot of time together from childhood see each other as siblings, even if they're not related."

Rikke: "Oh, man. The forbidden love. So it's like your Itani comics, 'Uwah! We can't, big brother, even though we're not blood related!'"

Nene: "I don't know... if that's... uh. Yeah, pretty much like that, if they are."

Rikke: "Hehe. Spicy."
No. 137950 ID: 8483cf
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Tiny Beach

“No, I’m not afraid of heights at all!” Rodney says.

“…She’s offering to take us skydiving,” Clive says. “After nearly killing us with a beach ball. I know someone's not planning to hit 50.”

“Danger is my middle name,” Landi declares. “But don’t worry. You can hit the water really hard when you’re small and be just fine, even if you’re not magical like me. I can’t remember what class talked about it in fairy college, but it has something to do with cubes.”

“See? She went to college. She’s smart,” Rodney says. “It’ll work great! Take me up!”

“We have a volunteer!” Landi flutters her wings in delight.

“…No,” Clive says. “Me first.”

Rodney gasps. “Really?!”

Clive nods.

“Sure thing!” Landi says. “Okay, hop into my arms real quick and put your hands around my neck.”

Clive gives the fairy a long, hard once-over. He steps closer and presses his hand against the sphere of light around her- it’s warm and tingly, and surprisingly, actually has some kind of force field pushing back on him.

“Don’t worry about that,” Landi says. “You can come in. It’s okay, I don’t bite!”

Clive shrugs his shoulders and steps in. His eyes go wide. He pauses, looks around the beach, and up at the sky. Landi smiles and holds out her arms, and he immediately hops aboard.

“One ticket up the cannonball express!” Landi announces. “How big a splash do you wanna make?”

“Big,” Clive says with zero hesitation.

“Big it is! Going all the way up!”
No. 137952 ID: 8a236d
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Deftly jumping into action, Allergine hop son top of the speeding hermit crab and starts at its eyestalks, making it drift away from Sam and driving it around just like in that famous children’s book series How to Subjugate your Giant Crustacean.
No. 137953 ID: 8a236d
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In a clever move, Allergine swerves the crab on the direction of the shoreline, right towards that guy who is doing unbecoming things to that little girl.

Such heroism!

Allergine: “Pay me money or I run you over, you creep!”

Such pragmatism!
No. 137965 ID: ca2950
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Keimi: "Alex, top please."

Alex: "Uh, yeah... Here."

Keimi: "This is supposed to be fun time. I don't need more crab monsters hassling me on vacation. I doubt I can deal with the crab, but maybe if I fry the rider, it will lose interest."

Alex: "Well, I would say not to burn anyone, but they do seem to be trying to mug us, so go to town, Kei."
No. 137988 ID: 899c9f
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And another one. That regular-ish fox slammed the strange one through the bar, and yet there’s no hole left behind... Maybe you should try addressing the problem.
“Hello? Can I… get you something?”
The fox(?) stares back at you silently. Unblinking. Unnerving.
Without breaking eye contact, you reach down and grab a fruit drink pouch from the cooler to hand over. She wraps a tendril around it and wordlessly wanders off. Phew.
No. 138042 ID: 629f2e
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For the first time in a long while, you feel entirely Happy.

The usual worries that take permanent residence within your mind have faded away, leaving a pure feeling of joy in their place.

Is it because you’re excited? Maybe, you can’t deny that being flown this high up is thrilling. But it started back on the ground.

Did you fall in love? ...Eh, no. She doesn’t look bad or anything, but you don’t really want to spend time with her outside of this. Everything about her just feels like too much.

Your ascension comes to a halt, snapping you out of your thoughts.

Landi: “You ready? I’m gonna let go!”
Clive: “Do it.”
Landi: “You asked for it!”

She lets go.

The wind buffets your whole body as you enter free-fall. It’s exhilarating, and over all too quickly. At the end of it all, you hit the water with a powerful impact.

And just like that, it’s gone. Whatever had been affecting your mood before vanishes, and your emotions return to their normal state. As you float up to the surface and swim back to the shore, you keep trying to answer the question of what had caused that.

The answer becomes clear when you look back at Landi, already waiting on the beach with your brother. The glittery Glow surrounding her felt odd when you pressed a hand against it before. It was the moment that you stepped inside of it that it felt like your mind shifted. Not in any bad way of course, it just... made you feel good. You stopped thinking about all the bad stuff for a bit, and it was really nice.

Landi: “Soooo, how was it?”
Clive: “...Good.”
Landi: “Huh. Really thought that’d get more excitement out of you.”
Rodney: “Are you kidding? He had a blast! Just look at him.”

She stares at you for a few seconds.

Landi: “...Are we looking at the same kid? I’m getting more ‘pissed off’ vibes right now.”
Clive: “I had fun.”
Rodney: “See? He’s never this forward about his happiness. That means he loved it.”
Landi: “If you say so. You ready for another round??”

You pause, considering. You do want to, Rodney wasn’t wrong. The drop was nice, but mainly you just want to get back in her glow. It made you feel things you’ve almost never felt before, and every fiber of your being begged to return to it.

Clive: “...No.”

Responsibility wins out. You want to be in her magic drug aura, but doing so would play with your head. There are just too many things that you need to keep a clear head for. Putting food on the table, keeping the secrets of your home life, and being a good brother to Rodney. These things take effort, more than you can reasonably put in when you’re drugged up. The stress is terrible, but you have to endure it for his sake.

Landi: “Huh, really? If you just want your little bro to have a turn first-”
Clive: “It’s fine. Thank you.”
Landi: “Okay! You ready to go then little guy?”
Rodney: “Yeah!”

He lets himself be picked up, being carried inside Landi’s aura. His eyes widen, and he shoots you one last look before taking off. It was an expression of Understanding.

It’s not even surprising at this point. He’s always been able to see right through you.
No. 138046 ID: 73aaab
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As Argine attempts to negotiate with someone who probably doesn't have a strong idea of what 'monetary exchange is', her sister watches the unfolding chaos going on in the distance.

"Hey, Argine... that individual who looks like you seems to be causing havoc. Are... we going to sort that out?"
Compared to giant squid monsters, a crab was much within their capabilities. What was more disturbing was seeing an individual that resembled her beloved sister being the one to pilot it around.

Argine briefly glances towards the distance, the sight of a rampaging crustacean being met with an apathetic expression.
"Oh yeah. Her. She can handle her own damn problems. I'VE got a negotiation to sort out first."

Argine retrieves the laser pointer from the arthropod personal-space-invader, tucking it back into the safety of the bag. It shall be used soon - but not now.
She mutters under her breath, as she rearranges the contents of her bag back to her personal semblance of order.
"Sure beats having to compete with that chick in the sunglasses and those big hands though... I kinda stole her aesthetic for Halloween that one time and I think she put a bounty out on my head because of that."

The looming chance of the miniature beach getting glassed increases by the moment.
"At this rate, your lookalike will get more business than both of us."
A wave of the hand is all she gets in response.
"Pssh. Extortion isn't real business. Gotta think LONG TERM when it comes to this kind of business."

Argine turns back to her client, Anet.
"I can check on your buddy - and probably deal with that lookalike of me in the process, but you've gotta put something on the table. Do you come from a world with barter economy or something?"

The backdrop of impending violence only makes the prospect of BIG SAVINGS and KILLER DEALS more appealing.
Hopefully, a consensus can be reached before things go completely off the wall.
No. 138051 ID: dc13c4
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Narty: A lot of things have changed, a lot of people have came and lot of strange thing have occurred here...Is this normal occurrence?

Grey: I would say that this is a tamer even then what happened that one time when a giant kraken attacked people on the real beach.

Narty: There is one guy who stolen a bra of that smaller wolf girl. That made the guy on the crab go towards them and after that he returned the bra, I don't understand what is even happening...is it allowed to do that to others on the beach or what?

Grey: No that is just something that those two do, they are weird like that. Just don't overthink things, I mean there is even an sasin who is promoting its business here. There is no need to take any of this seriously.

No. 138052 ID: dc13c4
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Narty: Assessin?! You mean that fancy title that murderous use to describe tier job! How is it even legal for people to do that?! Are all people here alight talking to somebody who has taken somebodies life, that is just horrible.

Grey: I am telling you, just stop overthinking all of this. Nobly on this beach events ever died, except maybe for that giant kraken.

Narty: But that doesn't mean that person didn't previously kill somebody to get the title of the assessing.

Grey: I don't care, I just don't care about your concern.

No. 138053 ID: 73aaab
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One should come to expect... oddities when you engage in multidimensional festivities.

A shimmering fox.
It's body rippled with the slightest breeze, like a living glob of mercury, shaped into a strange caricature of an omnivorous predator.

"Hello! Do you know where the other foxes went?"

Having a fox talk at you was probably the least of one's worries now. Though, Amica does not make for an effective fox.
In fact, she has absolutely no idea why there are so many shapeshifters congregating in one area, borrowing one-another's appearance and snatching trinkets from one-another.
After all, her existence was reproduction. The imitation of other's actions.
She does not NEED to understand. She simply acts.

If other shapeshifters, of a particularly alluring and/or charming aesthetic were battling it out over a coveted award, why shouldn't she participate?
Thus goes her logic.

Of course, the bartender she's asking probably has little clue of what machinations are percolating in this creature's processing circuits.

Getting no immediate reply, Amica repeats her question like a broken tapedeck.
"Hello! Do you know where the other foxes went?"

This was going to be a long day for Jynn.
No. 138060 ID: 515982
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That’s it, you have been overwhelmed by foxes. Jynn is outfoxed! You have no more fox to give.
The wild beasts trod all over you as you feebly attempt to fend them off with ear scritches and belly rubs.
No. 138065 ID: 515982
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“Barter? Oh sure, we could trade something. I didn’t bring much though! Could I… help you with something?”
“What? No no, you can’t trade me a mission for another mission. Come on, what’d you bring? Alien tech?”
“Secret Santa gifts?”
“Haven’t done one yet!”
“That giant beach ball?”
“I found that here!”
“Well, I could give you some honey maybe?”

As they debate back and forth, Sam wanders over.
“Anet, who is that and why is their doppelganger now riding the crab into battle with a magic dog?"
“Oh, this is Argine! She’s a mercenary for hire, so I’m going to barter with her to rescue you!”
“…But I’m fine now. The crab is terrorizing someone else.”
“…Oh! Well, mission accomplished I guess! Thanks for the help Argine, good luck with your evil twin!”
Anet leaves the mercenary with a wave and a consolatory honey pop.
No. 138078 ID: 9ea24b
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Steven has been immobilized under the cloth of a large monster for some time now. Honestly it's for the best, it's very easy to pretend to be dead and avoid socializing this way.
No. 138079 ID: 0838d6
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Cat gathers his alcohol, happy to now have crates of the stuff. Being in isolation due to some stupid ANGELS is annoying and has it's shit moments, especially in the logistics department. On the other hand it causes everyone to be incredibly resourceful and to use these moments of freedom to their utmost.

He heads back to the bar table and leans his back against it, in contemplation both about that kid, and about what to do next.

Cat: Hm, why do I feel like Joseph would get a hoot out of this kid?
Cat: Maybe it's the hat?
Mr Hatterson: Oh Hey.
Mr Hatterson: Same hat!
Cat: Woah!!!

The thoughts that his hat were unique has been thuroughly dashed, instead, he beams with excitement towards this... not particularly anatomically correct man.

Cat: Can't believe someone else has this hat!
Cat: Nice sundress by the way.

Cat presents the ultimate in friendly gestures, the finger guns. Pow Pow. He's beyond being confused by realistic stickmen.
No. 138090 ID: 515982
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“I hope I have the right house... I’ve never been invited to Sam’s place before.
My, this is quite the colorful crowd already! But where’s Sam?”
No. 138091 ID: 515982
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“My goodness Sam, is that you? You’re so tiny!”
“Gail? You actually came? Uhh… I sure am. It’s kind of a long story.”
“So this is the beach you mentioned? Wow, it's even got tiny towels and beach chairs. Are you and your friends having fun with that crab? He looks cute.”
“Yeah, it’s not really that cute from this perspective… Man, too bad this isn't canon."

Gail glances at the lady in a dinosaur costume, just soaking in the water.
The kaiju lady waves back at her. "Heya! Wanna have a kaiju battle?"
"Oh, er, maybe later..."
No. 138100 ID: ca2950
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Alex heaves Keimi onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and begins to walk away.

Alex: "We're just not gonna deal with this, go find the others and do what we should be doing; drinking until it causes a big problem for everyone around us, then passing out in the hot sun."

Keimi kicks helplessly from her elevated position.

Keimi: "I'm already causing problems. Lemme down!"

Alex: "No way. I'm not dealing with giant crab problems. Maybe someone knows a drinking game that will cause the more fun kind of problems."
No. 138101 ID: 4286ca
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>“Excuse me, madam. From one large green lizard to another, could you please sit somewhere else? You are blocking the sun.”

"Sure thing, let me just.. hup.. uh.. hrnng WHOA!... im ok with this.."
No. 138103 ID: 4286ca
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"...I think i went to far down.."
No. 138111 ID: ca2950
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"We must obtain that crab as part of my multi-part plan to conquer this beach. I have a multi-part plan to achieve this goal."

"Let's just shatter the bones of the enemy and take the crab and use it as a warbeast to crush all who oppose us in glorious, bloody combat."

"We break the rider's will so they desperately desire to serve our whims with every fiber of their being."

"This sounds like a lot of work. Let's just take a nap."
No. 138133 ID: 9da85d
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As she avoids gust after gust of flame, Allegine starts to suspect maybe the wolf girl was already acquainted with her tawny assailant, somewhat complicating her prospects of getting a rescue reward.

Getting closer to the pair, Allergine sways her multitudinously limbed steed once again and deftly dodges-


Oh, guess not, nevermind.
No. 138134 ID: 9da85d
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No. 138135 ID: 9da85d
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No. 138136 ID: 9da85d
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No. 138145 ID: 9da85d
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Allergine: &/%$•/ %/$/$ (%&/% (&•!

Amigdala: Come on, girl, what gives! I take ONE cliff dive off the kaiju’s leg and you are already setting yourself on fire.

Allergine: Shut your goopy face, Amigdala, you are the last thing I need right now! I’m going back there!

Amigdala: You sure you don’t wanna do splashies with me? The water’s lovely and you could really use it, it looks like.

Allergine: Pint-sized ass burned my pants and most of my fur, I’m really ticked off right now! And I STILL haven’t gotten paid!

Amigdala: You know, you could try for legitimate work that tells you if you will be fighting flame-throwing kids. Just saying.

Allergine: Bite me, slime monster!

Amigdala: Mean!
No. 138152 ID: dc13c4
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No. 138157 ID: 2a9875
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They wore an itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka dot bikini
Wearing clothes for the first time today~
No. 138185 ID: 8483cf
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Dotti and Momo have reached a truce. Why fight when there's a lady with enough hands to give head scritches for everyone?

The bar is now self-serve due to fox puddle.
No. 138197 ID: bc8f56
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"Aw, thank you, I'm glad people liked it! I was nervous because I didn't really have anything to for the ocassion besides a couple old clothes, so it's good to know someone thinks they look ni- wait, hold on a moment!"

Mr. Hatterson proceeds to quickly travel from the backyard beach party to his house in Doodle Dale and back again through the wonderful power of TRANSITION!!!
No. 138198 ID: bc8f56
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"Here! There was a spare one in my closet. Now we can goof around with matching clothes!"

Mr. Hatterson has taken the initiative to offer an old gown to a total stranger, betraying the amount of time he has spent inside his workshop recently.
No. 138215 ID: ca2950
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Keimi grabs a can out of the cooler and cracks it open.

Keimi: "I don't even know what's going on anymore. I'm just going to drink until it makes sense or I pass out and don't have to deal with it, just like during midterms."

Nene: "Don't be like that. It might be hot and dangerous and there might be a lot of abstract wackiness, but at the end of the day, we go home and we don't have to deal with aggressive aliens and giant crustacean monsters anymore!"

Keimi: "Y-Yeah..."
No. 138229 ID: ca2950
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Kag: "My masterful machinations have captured the beast, just as planned."

Oz: "Ya fuckin' do anything, you big, fuckin' nerd!"

Kag: "Or did I?"

Oz: "NO!"

Zol: "Girls, girls. Stop your bickering and help me make up for lost time while I was captured in that time prison crystal and start forcefully lewding all these various beings, animals and objects!"
No. 138345 ID: a7a180
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Oh dear, did my halloween potion still not wear off? Everyone’s so tiny! -Oh, it’s got something to do with this device, does it? Fascinating… This gives me an idea.
No. 138346 ID: a7a180
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Ohoho, this plan is brilliant! I’ll lurk here and wait for someone to walk up to the sandbox, then fly up and snip off a bit of swimsuit to nibble without them noticing!
Perhaps Saiorse will swing by… Mmm.
No. 138347 ID: 8483cf
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Saiorse is a bit late to the party, but she's still excited for a place to test out her swimwear without getting Censored. She's worn shorts, too, just in case.

Now, how does this shrinky thing work, exactly...
No. 138353 ID: a7a180
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Ah ha! Less fabric than I was expecting, but still more than enough! Mmm, just a tiiiny strip now… *snip*
”Oh! So that’s how the shrinky thing does the… thing!”
No. 138355 ID: a7a180
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-Oh, dear oh dear. Too slow, Tina…
No. 139751 ID: e5709d

Dotti should simply compare swimwear to bra sizes and see which types hold the most volume under stress tests.
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The fox puddle is perfect for pondering deep, difficult decisions. The Momo-Dotti armistice still holds. For now.

"Hey, Momo," Dotti says, quietly enough to not freak out the considerate lady. "There are lots of people here in their underwear, but no one is making fun of them for it. And some people are wearing more clothes than others, like this very considerate lady petting us."

"It's swimwear," Momo says. "It looks like underwear, but it's stuff people wear around big pools of water. Some people have competitions to see who can wear the least amount of clothes and not get kicked out."

"You can win that one," Dotti says. "So you're saying I can wear stuff to encourage tummy rubs?"

"Among other things."

Tummy rubs are important. So is shapeshifting flexibility.

So many choices... if only there was someone on the beach who could help her decide on what not-underwear is best.
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From across the beach, Tineola hears an urgent cry for help with fashion! But there’s a big obstacle in the way: it’s a big, big world out there. She’s going to need to catch a ride.
“Excuse me, miss Landi? Down here! I need to borrow your wings!”
Landi blinks at the fairy’s fairy sized moth flittering about. “Wow, are you a talking gnat? So this is what it’s like to be Serah!”
“I um, may have used the shrinker one too many times. Could you get me over to that fox? I want to help her with her fashion crisis in any way I can, no matter how microscopic I may be!”
“Oh, are you sure you want me to take you closer to that stinky fox? She isn’t exactly my biggest fan.“
“Please, you’re the only one who can help me! …And I can’t hit the buttons on the shrinker anymore.”
“Eh, alright. Try not to get lost in there!” Landi shoots skyward, clutching Tineola tight!
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Landi zips over to Dotti and flies a loop around her head, earning a glare from the fluffy fox. While the fairy keeps the vindictive vixen distracted, Tineola leaps out of Landi’s hands and glides toward a giant, pointy ear, nestling at its base completely unnoticed.
Ahem! Dotti? Dooottiii… Can you hear me? This is your fashion-conscious conscience speaking! If you want to maximise your tummy rubs, you want an outfit that looks cute, just like you! One that keeps your belly exposed and pairs nicely with your wonderful orange fur! What you need is an itsy bitsy, teenie weenie, purple polka dot bikini!
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