Kelyeah: Treehouse of Awesomeness

-# Opal City, California; the shining gemstone of Opal County. Clear seas to the west, towering skyscrapers to the south, dry scrublands to the east, and dense forests to the north. Opal City is the home of Pulsar Incorporated's main headquarters, but it's known for many other things. Being a pretty coastal city with a good few historical landmarks and interesting geological features, it's a big tourist destination. (edited)

Silence. Currents rushing, bubbles swarming, brief strokes of filtered sunlight flashing. Silence. A moment of painfully cold air. A stretching, a sinking, a crushing. Silence. A world swallowed whole by the sea. By teal flames and alien fury. Silence. Amani awakened peacefully. A quickly fading nightmare of raging ocean waves and tangling kelp was subsiding quickly. Peace returned on the shore as the tiger's fur continued to be warmed by the afternoon sun. Dried and fluffed by the day and the wind, as always. But this was different. This shore was different. The people here wore strange clothes, where Amani wore none. They carried strange objects, and entered and exited strange buildings. In the distance, massive patterned obelisks of metal and crystal rose from the ground, plastered in symbols and words with confusing meanings. Amani was far from home. The air smelled foreign. The sounds were unusual. This warranted some exploration...

Sitting with her legs crossed in the sand, Amani Ira opens her eyes, stares up at the reflection of the sun on the distant buildings... And blinks in steady-minded stupefaction. She slowly turns to the nearest person. "Excuse me, I think I had a bit too much to drink, where are we right now?"

The nearest person just happened to be a local, a fox wearing his swimming trunks and carrying his surfboard. He was no stranger to this sort of situation, having gotten used to the drunken tourists. Even the nudity didn't bother him at this point. "Oh, you're in Opal City. You should get yourself some juice at the snack shack over there, that'll clear your head up." The man pointed to an odd looking hut across the beach. It almost looked like one of the market stalls back at home, except it was MUCH larger and had seating for eating and drinking. Anyone else would recognize it as a cute little snack bar with a tiki theme.

"Ah, I see. Thank you for your time, sir." Rolling to the side and standing, she meanders towards the shop and glances at the surrounding area; This place has awfully tall buildings, it must be incredibly useful to have so much more space. Nearing the 'snack shack' she slows her pace and calls out to the shopkeep. "Greetings, I was told to come here and get something to clear my head. What would I owe you?"

"Depends on what ya want exactly." The golden retriever standing behind the bar was dressed in a tie-dye tee shirt and khaki cargo shorts, looking over his sunglasses at the unusually nude customer. God, she must be a foreigner or somethin'. "Ya want some tea? Orange juice? Maybe just some plain ol' water?"

"Water would be appreciated." She notices his attention. "I'm not entirely sure where my clothes went, I was most certainly not nude this morni-" She blinks. "I am... Not certain of that actually. My memory is somewhat foggy."

"Sounds about right. Sparkling or regular?" Sparkling? Doesn't most water sparkle? Weird thing to ask.

She raises a brow. "...Regular. I'm guessing sparkling is different somehow?"

"Uh... yeah? It's carbonated." That definitely didn't sound familiar. "That'll be one dollar." Curious, why someone selling drinks would want a sand dollar for water. They should be pretty easy to find, but then again, these people looked pretty advanced. Maybe they had such easy access to fresh, drinkable water that a small and easily found decoration would be a sufficient trade.