Out of the Car and on the Boards, Beach CityHe'd have much rather headed straight for the Temple, but knowing his job well,
Logan made a point to walk past the assemblage after parking. Since he was in uniform as usual, he drew the attention he expected as Sonya and he made their way across some wood. “What brings news crews to tiny Beach City? Isn't the ocean missing for a fairly thick slice of Delmarva?” He figured it couldn't hurt to see what they knew, and so asked.
A distinguished but youthful man with a microphone and a very tight, formal chestnut-colored mop of hair atop him answered before either of the other news crews or their representatives could. “An unnamed source informed us that this town was very weird.” As he said that, there were some affirmative murmurs from the other news-people. As the Ambassador cursed that bastard I'll save your time – none of them know anything about why there's no sea, and neither do I. Do the
Arms know something we don't, and if so, do you have a scoop for us??”
“We might,” Logan admitted freely. “While we have no concrete evidence either way, I can safely say that we're investigating all possible leads.”
“Solutions, then? What are the current plans for getting the water back?” One of the other microphone holding people from an entirely different outlet asked him this.
“We do intend to take action on this front, up to and including
Action Frame deployment if necessary. Should it come to that, as always, we encourage you to seek shelter. Anything else I need to cover?”
“Yeah, are you gonna keep blabbing with the press, or do you have time for us locals?” A rather perturbed
Lars was part of those who'd assembled.
“I'll gladly take some public comment. Hit me, Sarl.”
“I know you think this is a problem for the environment, and the local economy, and the safety of the planet, or whatever, but please... Don't forget the most important thing. Babes!” The dude had his hands together like he was praying to Logan.
“Excuse me?” asked the original microphone guy.
“Yeah, that.” Logan went along with that line of questioning.
“Out of town babes! Summer isn't over, and if there's no ocean, there's no beach. That means no tourist chicks coming to party with The Lars!” Dear god, he actually did call himself that. Despicable.
“Lars, I think you'll be fine.”
“Yeah, cool your jets. Not like you'd have met any of them working at the Big Donut.” This was said by another young adult, this one exceptionally fashionably dressed and well-coiffed. “I don't think we've been acquainted, Ambassador. The name's Kevin,” he said as he shot a wink at the greyhead.
“Hello, Kevin. Was there a reason we should be acquainted?” He wracked his brain and came up with absolutely no information on this smooth-lookin' white boy.
“Acquainted, no. I'm sure you've heard of me. Whispers around the town tell of a man who tears it up in a car, and a man who tears it up in a robot. It's only natural that Beach City icons like us would meet.” Without asking, he pulled Logan into a handshake. He had to admit, Kevin had softer hands than most he shook.
“...Nice to moisturize you. Meet you, that is.” Despite being a professional, the Ambassador blushed at his mistake. “Unfortunately, I am going to have to head out now, so I'll beg everyone's pardon.”
“It's cool. I'll just come with, see where a big man like you goes in a crisis. And later, I'll tell you what brand I use.” Ick. Was he talking about hand lotion, or the cologne he was soaked in? Something about this Kevin dude didn't seem quite right.
“I think I'm good for now.” Logan diverted the conversation once again, saying, “And I think I'm good on this little impromptu media appearance. And nobody follow me. That applies to both press and locals.” He pointed with his thumb as he said this, politician style, and before anyone could say otherwise, he walked off the boards and onto the beach.
In front of the Temple-HouseStanding at the feet of the giant many-armed statue, Logan knocked and waited for a response from the owners. “Thanks for not butting in. I really appreciated that.”
“Media's more your thing. I'd have made it a lot worse.”
Sonya winked, and Logan winked back.
“Yeah you would've.” As he said this, the door was opened by the
Steven Universe.
“Logan!” He quickly enveloped the Ambassador in a hug, and followed up by saying “Sonya!” and doing the same. Affectionate kid, that one.
“We came as fast as we could. Looking pretty dry out there,” said the young man as he pointed to the ocean.
“Yeah, it is. But hey, we're all here now! We can find a way to fix the ocean!”
“No doubt. Are GAP here?” This question was asked as the two guests entered.
“We are always here!” said
Garnet, who entered through the mysterious door that Logan had never gotten through at the opposite side of the house's long main room. It was nearby to the warp pad that Herkimer Diamond had used, but had been denied access to both her and Logan to date.
“What?” A cute, raspy voice came from the fridge, which was opened from the inside by the diminuitive
Amethyst. “G Dawg, we are not always here. That'd be weird and creepy.”
Stepping forward in front of the shorty was
the anorexic looking one with the pink hair. “Garnet means that we're always here in spirit. I swear, everything but the most basic language is lost on you.”
Shapeshifting into a purple colored replica of Pearl in a quick flash of light, Amethyst imitated, “I swear, everything but the most lengthy sticks is lost up my ass!” Just as quickly, she returned to her normal form and flipped the bird at the bird.
“Putting that vulgar and poorly thought out display out of sight and mind simultaneously, we've much to discuss.” Pearl tried to come across as cool and collected, but the light green flushing of her skin told a different story.
“Much to tell you. But I already know the questions you're going to ask, and you're not wrong to ask them. Nor are you wrong to want to involve soldiers higher rank than you.” Garnet stood, hands on her hips, calling it like it was.
“It doesn't bother you? The UA might put us in touch with a commander, or even a General.” Logan didn't bother asking how Garnet knew he would make this request. Some of the ways of these aliens were probably best left to them.
Silently, Garnet reached out, palm facing upwards, before letting her hand fall. What the fuck did that mean?
Choice Time!>Yeah, the brass really do need to be involved. UA brass, and probably American brass too since this directly affected them.
>Logan didn't like the idea of having his actions guessed by Garnet, and so he surprised her by deciding to keep the conversation between them and not involve any higher-ups.
>Logan left it up to the Gems, if they wanted the brass involved then they would be brought in, if not then they'd go without.
>Logan wasn't even comfortable with the people already in the room. He asked if someone could be discluded (Say who. Currently Logan, Sonya, Steven, Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl are present)
