Hawaii Trip: we're at the beach but we're not swimming with the fishes

"The more the merrier, Artesia. But you guys are missing the point," Chloe said. "It can't be 'something cool' or anything good on pay per view. It has to be the biggest pile of garbage we can find on Netflix. Like... that late nineties Batman and Robin movie. Or The Room."

She almost sounded excited. "The plan is, we all get drunk and make fun of shitty movies. It's tons of fun. I promise."

That's when Dori's words sunk in. She had never imagined that she would get to go to Hawaii. And as cool as it was that she got to come here... it only served to remind her that Cheeto wasn't with them, to make her think about how much fun Cheeto could have been having here.

"It'll be a lot of fun..." she said again. Her thoughts were elsewhere, and her mind was struggling to drag them back.

Artesia clapped in excitement. "Oh yes! I love to laugh at other peoples failures!" she was excite, but she had never seen any of these movies before, she had heard of Batman before, but wasnt sure what he was going to do with a bird. Shed never seen The Room, but she had been in quite a few rooms in her life, and considered herself an expert on the subject.

Dorito's smile twitched, her facade almost breaking at the mention of The Room. Dorito hated that movie. Cheeto liked it well enough, and probably would watch it with Chloe whenever they closed their link. She kept on grinning and keeping her arm around Chloe, though. "I'm up for it. Lets go!" She started to stand up, a bit shaky from the booze and almost leaning on Artesia as well.

There came a sudden rush of air, almost like a "BAMF" or a "POOF" as, in a split second, a cloud formed in the air. The hazy cloud parted and dissipated as, from within it, a small shape fell. It looked like a human, but half the size, roughly three feet tall. It wore a heavy, yellow rain coat and hat, as well as gumboots that looked too big for its slim legs. It had almost unnaturally long fingers, and a bullet-shaped head like a leopard or a jaguar. It was readily apparent that the creature also had brown skin, with a mottled pattern like turned soul, and green hair poking out from under the yellow hat. It was also apparent that whatever this was, it was waterlogged and half-drowned.

Dorito gave a scream of surprise as the drenched mass hit the baron on the way down, spilling awkwardly onto the floor in a puddle of seawater. At first she didn't know how to react, alcohol slowing her ability to process what she was seeing; Was it really? It had to be, that's what she put on before she left the house upon hearing the news. But, there was no contact, no link, she had gone quiet for so long... Holy fucking shit there was an unglamoured goblin lying on the ground in Hawaii.

Chloe's first reaction was one of shock and disbelief. Did someone put a hallucinogen in her drink? Was she dreaming? Was this some other waterlogged goblin who could teleport? No, Chloe knew these features too well, it was-

"Holy shit, it's her!"

The reality of the situation sinking in, Chloe jumped to her feet and leaned over Cheeto. The fact that she wasn't moving was troubling. She moved aeay broken and overturned glasses, pushing them all to the floor to break. They were going to need space. She saw that the goblin wasn't breathing so she needed to act fast. That first aid training she had a few years back was coming in handy now.

"I HAVE TO DO THE SEXY LIFEGUARD THING!" she announced. Tilting the goblin's gead back, she pressed her lips against Cheeto's and blew.

Artesia ran with Chloe, who was giving CPR now for some reason. She raised her fists in the air and shouted.

"HELL YEAH! HELL YEAH!"

She continued fist bumping in support of Chloes CPR.

"Your doin it good buddy! Great Job! HELL YEAH!"

Mal had been sitting silently through everything since he gave his own long winded speech. Only giving some semi verbal commands to the bartender when he needed a drink, nothing fancy, scotch on the rocks, something to get through his natural resistance to intoxication after several drinks.

His quiet demeanor was partly due to himself giving his piece already and not having anything else to add to this situation. The other part was due to the fact that he didn't know these people, well except for Eli, he had almost no context on the situation, except for the fact that there was a loss of some sort. He also had no idea how to handle any of these personalities or to console them, which was something he wasn't prepared to do. He was just at the wrong place and the wrong time it seemed, he was fine with that, letting them be to converse and talk things out.

He was peacefully drinking, so when a drowning goblin appeared on the beach, he was quite surprised, he had a small buzz going on, nothing too mentally deteriorating so he had his faculties. His first though being, oh there's a goblin drowning, we should help. Then he had a small realization, that goblin isn't hidden from the rest of the people, is she? No, she was not, and maybe this crossed the others mind, maybe it didn't with the whole saving her life thing.

So while Eli was managing the cpr, seeing how she seemed to be the only really sober one that was the best. He'd finish his glass and dip his hand under the bar, materializing an FBI badge, giving it a quick flash to the bartender. It was probably inaccurate on a few numbers here and there but it was close enough, especially for the inebriated and in low light.

"Pay no attention to that buddy, they've got it handled and we don't want you to happen to see something that could get you in trouble." The bartender was fooled enough, turning around and scrubbing some glasses, probably not wanting to lose a license.

Mal would get up from his seat, keeping the badge in hand, he'd walk to the few bystanders around, looking at the situation. He'd flash the badge and say things like, "Don't worry about what's happening there, my colleague is taking care of it. Go back to your beach going. Nothing to see here. I'm almost positive you aren't old enough to be drinking that, how about you not see that and I don't see that." He was practically going about and just diverting attention from the ongoing goblin situation.

Dorito could only stare in shock as Chloe tries to resuscitate her... drowned sister lying on the floor, unglamoured and exposed to the world as the goblin she was. Suddenly Eli slipped in and started to do an admittedly much better job. Dorito didn't really know Eli, but Chloe certainly seemed to. Cheeto seemed completely gone, but she also seemed to sputter a few times. Maybe it was the CPR, maybe it was Artesia cheering them along, but suddenly the little goblin started to cough loudly.

Cheeto drew a loud, rasping breath after spitting up an upsetting amount of seawater. Her body convulsed and squirmed, seemingly against her will as the green-haired creature drew rasping, pained breaths. Dorito rushed forward. "CHEETO! HOLY SHIT, CHEETO!" She took hold of her Sister's hands as Cheeto's breaths slowly grew steadier. "Where... Where are we?"

Cheeto was alive. She was talking to them, too, and Dori could confirm that it was actually her sister.

When Eliana had backed up enough, Chloe would collapse over Cheeto, hugging her, breath heavy with sobs, soaking the goblin with the joy and disbelief spilling from her eyes. She would be drunkenly blubbering something about how they all thought she was dead, but her mind would be too overwhelmed to produce coherent statements.

Meanwhile, the people around Malvoes seemed all too willing to ignore what was happening. It was uncanny, in fact, how little people seemed to care about the entire scene. Some people would even glance at the goings-on, make eye contact with the drowned goblin, then blink and go about their lives as though nothing of note had happened, whether or not Malvoes had waved them away. The air tingled with a powerful magic.