User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2017/@comment-5837525-20170904220733

(Orbit tugs on his uniform collar, as the ever-rising temperature in the bathroom causes it to stick to his fur a little. Before he starts to suffocate, he presses the star-shaped badge on his chest, causing his uniform to retract and fold into a small compartment inside.)

Orbit: Whew...

(Not to seem rude to his... bizarre host, Orbit moves toward a vacant basin and lightly climbs inside. From one of the attendants on standby, he levitates a small hoofful of grapes from the tray and chews on some. As long as this Countess Nindar was being accommodating, he saw no reason to indulge for a short while. Even still, there was something about this whole thing that seemed... OFF... to Orbit. Maybe it was just the lingering sensation of being in a foreign nation? Was this how all upper-class Trotsylvanians behaved?)

Orbit: ...

Peter: The beach, huh? If relaxing's what you want, you can't go wrong with Horseshoe Bay. It's a little out of the way, though -- Maretropolis doesn't have any beaches of its own.