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WHO: Everyone
WHERE: A beach near Heropa
WHEN: June 13
WHAT: Party party party
WARNINGS: Really bad sunburns

The sun is up, spirits are high, and that means it’s high time for a high tide Swear-In as imPorts find themselves whisked off to a gorgeous stretch of beach, the sand powdery and soft and the water bright blue underneath the Florida sun! While most ordinary people would be content with doing little more than splashing in the water and catching some rays (though don’t forget to apply plenty of sunscreen; your Mama wasn’t joking when she told you to apply it every day!), the organizers of the Swear-In realize that ImPorts aren’t ordinary people and require a bit more excitement.



That being said, for those who do just want to relax, there’s plenty here for you to do! All along the beach are towels just waiting for you to flop down on as well as plenty of cabanas for imPorts to lounge with a little more privacy -- and preferably a drink with an umbrella in it. Along the beachfront are an assembly of outdoor food stalls, providing imPorts with everything from those aforementioned drinks with umbrellas in them to an array of fresh fruit to sno-cones to pre-packed picnic baskets ready for you to dive in. Accompanying these stalls are plenty of eager spokespeople for the newest and trendiest swim and activewear, eager to give their wares away to imPorts in exchange for the free publicity, not least of all because they not-so-covertly hope that imPorts will decide to wear some of their goods for the upcoming swimsuit contest.

Because of course there’s a swimsuit contest. Right along the coast, a runway has been erected for that specific purpose. ImPorts are welcome to sign up to either judge or participate for themselves, strutting their stuff down the catwalk, giving a two-minute speech to something important to them (world peace is a good one, the judges helpfully provide, or maybe how much you enjoy their sponsors), and showing off one of their talents. Of course they’re not expecting too many non-humans or inorganics to participate, but with enough public sway, even one of the local Transformers in a dashing floral bikini stretched around their chassis can get their day in the limelight! Why, Mr. Optimus, is that just a hint of your paint chipping? How scandalous! The winner will get a bouquet of flowers, a dashing sash, and a whole assortment of merchandise for summer fun. The catwalk isn’t structured with the heavier imPorts in mind, however, so be careful; the more mechanical among you might find yourselves falling straight through.



Sitting around, eating, and posing doesn’t suit the more active members of the imPort community, however, so with that in mind, the organizers have set up a whole slew of exciting activities in addition to the more commonplace - though entirely welcome - sport of Beach Volleyball. Many juiced-up boats dot a cordoned off area of the beach, capable of going at speeds that are just a bit too fast for the faint of heart, offering parasailing, jet skiing, flyboarding and windsurfing, available for practice earlier in the day, and then for competition once the sun has hit its peak. All imPorts must sign a waiver saying that the organizers aren’t liable for any injury that may occur, of course, especially knowing that the more reckless among them may well try to combine some of the above, or even try to knock each other off their vehicles. If you get hurt, the paper says, that’s your problem.

If you wouldn’t ordinarily attend such a thing, perhaps you’ll feel like taking a visit when social media and unreliable news outlets begin to report on a supervillain who has crashed the sand art contest (which has some loving recreations of imPorts made out of sand), purporting to have incredible sand powers that he’ll use to wreak villainy on wicked imPorts far and wide! Any do-gooders will face resounding disappointment, however, when it becomes clear that it’s just a rogue ne’er-do-well with a leafblower who’s trying to blow all the sand art over. When that proves to be ineffective against wet packed sand, the fellow - dressed in a bright yellow mens one-piece swimsuit - simply starts kicking them over. He’s not a nice man, certainly, but supervillain he’s not -- but hey, you’re here, why not enjoy yourself?

Eventually, even the day’s most energetic guests start to peter out, exhausted from the day’s activities as the sun sets. If you stay long enough, you’ll be treated to a beautiful sight:



All along the shore, bioluminescent algae glows, lending the place a spectacular, otherworldly glow. The algae had never grown here before, but things had changed since the world almost ended, tiny details shifting and changing, and one of them just so happens to be some of the plantlife. Not every change has been bad, at least, as imPorts are treated to a truly magical sight. The organizers set up campfires along the shore as well, rolling out large logs for everyone to sit on around the fire as they make s’mores - all ingredients provided, of course - and swap stories by firelight until it’s finally time to retire back home again.