fh_trips | Boracay Island, Saturday

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spring break 2020: boracay

Boracay Island, Saturday

Good morning, everyone! Hope your hangovers are manageable because you only have a few hours today to get in one last snorkeling trip, cliff jump, or zipline...thing...before the portal takes us back to March weather on the East Coast of the United States.

Yay.

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Award-winning, iconic, unforgettable. We're spending the week at the luxury resort Discovery Shores Boracay Island. Perfectly positioned in Station 1 of White Beach, experience the powder-soft white sand, fiery sunsets and pulsating nightlife of the world-famous Boracay Island.

Get breakfast in bed today. You deserve it.

Yeah, Rosa was definitely doing the breakfast in bed thing that morning. And contemplating convincing Tightpants to skip on the portal back with the rest of the group and sticking around through the rest of the weekend.

She did not think she'd have a difficult time making that case.

Yeah, not so much. Miguel could get coffee in bed; he was in heaven. He groaned and stretched.

"I could get used to this."

"He says," said Rosa, who even grinned at him as she said it, which was allowed, because he was the only one to see it, and who would believe him, anyway?, "on the last day of the trip."

Last day of the trip...for now, anyway.

"Seemed more apropos now," Miguel answered, grinning back. Her secret was safe with him. "Don't suppose we could run away and live on a beach, huh?"

They'd both be bored in about a day, max.

See, that's why you had someone come in and possibly booby trap said beach.

Rosa may have thought about this a lot.

"I do want to have my own private island one day." Or maybe she did already have one. Who even knew? "But I will say this: my class isn't until Wednesday."

And sure, there was her Monday desk shift, but she was pretty sure she had some sick days left.

(Spoiler alert: she did not.)

(Spoiler alert #2: but no one cared.)

"Yeah?" Miguel smirked. "I don't have a class to get back to."

Yeah, yeah, Tightpants, rub it in.

"It's almost as if we're two damn adults who can do what we want," said Rosa, shifting a little to reach for her phone on the end table, "including..."

Give her a second, this worked much faster in her head than in reality.

But then she held out her phone to show a confirmation.

"Staying a few more days."

She'd figure out the portal stiff later. Or not. She might be okay with not.

"Hooray for being adults." Miguel was grinning widely now. Eh, if they couldn't figure out the portals, he'd just bug his team.

"Does this mean we're hanging out here, hanging out on the beach, or trying to find ways to not be bored?"

"All of the above?" Rosa offered. "We should go down to the lobby in a little bit while and just watch everyone scrambling with their luggage as they get ready to leave."

Miguel snorted. "Or we could just stay in bed, but okay."

"I've booked us until Tuesday," Rosa informed him. "We've got plenty of time to stay in bed, but we only get to watch everyone else leave once."

She took a moment to glance over to him, not exactly bothering with subtly as she took him in in all his relaxed, reclined glory, marveling slightly over how she still wasn't even remotely sick of it.

"You can stay," she decided. "I will need you to ask me to do something for me when I get back, though. Don't worry." She leaned in to steal a kiss. "You won't have to leave the bed for it."

Miguel grinned as he returned the kiss. "Yeah? What did you have in mind?"

"You're supposed to be the snart one," Rosa pointed out. "I'm sure you can figure it out."

"Oh, I can figure a few things out," Miguel said, smirking. "Just trying to decide which one you want."

Rosa quirked a brow. "Who says I'm going to just pick one?"

Miguel grinned. "Greedy."

"That's a bold accusation," said Rosa, "coming from a guy who just got a free extended vacation..."

"Oh, I see. So I get to pay you back in kind?" Did he sound like he minded? Nope.

Last time to eat at Sands and/or toss cocktail umbrellas at people.

Yes, Shuri, we've noticed.

Really? On the last day of vacation?

You're a Pelaton addict, aren't you? Just admit it.

They will absolutely notice if you try to take the inflatable pool toys with you.

You have a few hours! Pick your favorite thing and do it again!

[OOC: And tell us what it is so we can stalk you there.]

One more meat-onna-stick! Or coconut something! Or a cocktail. It's vacation. We're not telling anyone.

Don't forget to pick up your gloaty souvenirs to give to everyone who didn't come on the trip!

While she was floating on the roof last night, Astrid had gotten many ideas, and not all of them about the painting on the wall for when they got back. Some of it had been...other things, and that was why she was strolling through the shops that morning, picking out postcards, though not for reinforcing catapults.

And as she lingered over a few of them, playing with the edges, she contemplated exactly what she should be trying to reinforce, whether she would send one to Ingrid, or if they were all going to serve the purpose of flooding a dead woman's mailbox.

Oh, beach. Beaaaaaaaaaaaaaaach. How we will miss you.

Edited 2020-03-07 03:49 (UTC)

Oh, Wayne'd had breakfast, of course, but he'd made a quick deal of it, just so's he could give himself a bit more time to head on back to the beach for one last contemplative smoke while squinting reflectively out at the ocean. Best take advantage of it while he was still here, and, y'wanna know what? Fer a vacation, this wasn't actually half bad.

It'd been a good, good week.

Thanks for a fun spring break, kids!

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Boracay Island, Saturday

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Fitness Center

Pools and Beachfront

BORACAY

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