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Who: Everyone! New Feathers especially.
What: New Feather welcome party!
When: Thursday, 5 pm.
Where: Battle Dome
Summary: IT'S A SUMMER PARTY
Rating: Worksafe, I reckon!
It's cold out there today, isn't it? Sure, it's not snowing but once you get into the Battle Dome, it'll be comfortably warmer. Warmer, not warm. Follow the tiny paper arrows and you'll probably find yourself in, well...summer!

It certainly looks convincing enough (a pool, a volleyball court, deck chairs, everything that you'd think you'd find at a pool party) and feels convincing enough (take off that coat! Aren't you hot?) so why not not step in? The barbecue's sizzling and there's some nice cold drinks at the cooler.

C'mon in, the water's awesome!

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[She's not a New Feather, but it's not as if there are many parties here, so Bulma invites herself in, wearing appropriate clothes that soon get discarded to reveal her swimsuit. It can't be a summer party without a swimsuit, please.

Bulma is going to be making the best of her new -let's ignore the fact that anything is new here most likely- swimsuit at the pool. She will hit the barbecue and the drinks later and maybe play at the volleyball court. For once she won't bother to sunbath since, after all, this is a simulation.]

[ALL THE GIRLS...

And the pool. Okay so she feels out of place with this stupid tail sticking out. He's by now concluded the best way to wear it is to slide it down one of his swim trunk legs, but that feels weird in and of itself too. Which is why it might be doing things like swatting balls]

[Swatting balls, you say? Like this ball that Bulma was playing with and that rolls in his direction? She runs after it, but she may not get in time for his tail to swat it away.

She might know three guys who used to have tails, but still one doesn't expect people to have those things.]

[And, swat. It's mostly an accident really, but it still hits the ball with enough impact to make it fly way off over there. He barely notices that this has happened, because he's just enjoying the mobility for once]

Ah!

[Shoot, there goes her ball. Turning to glare at the offender... Who has a tail. Great, in the big multi-verse there are more idiots with tails, simply awesome.]

Hey! What was that for?! Can't you control that thing better?

[Pointing to his butt. Well, to his tail, but it's the same general area.]

...Control my butt?!

[WHAT ARE HIS SHORTS SAGGING AGAIN? (they are, there's plumber butt going on here) he hastily tries to lift them up again]

Well, that too. But I mean your tail! You just swatted my ball to the other side of the place!

...It can hit things that hard?

[Turn to look. He's surprised]

That's not the point here.

[Frowning, geez.]

But come on, this a great discovery!

[Just glaring. No, it's not.]

If you can't control your tail, put it in a way it won't bother others, will you?

No way! I've been doin' that and it's a hassle. You know how much it hurts to wrap it under a shirt?

... Why would you wrap it under a shirt? Wrap it around your waist, like a belt, and over the rest of the clothing!

[That shouldn't hurt at all, Vegeta and the other Saiyans did so, and she knows Raditz at least did have a weakness in the tail yet. If it hurt they wouldn't have done that.]

But that doesn't hide it or nothing.

[ :| Wait she might not have meant that]

Who talks about hiding it? If it was wrapped around your waist it wouldn't be swaying around like that and it would be more protected. If you just have it free like that someone will end stepping on it if you're not careful.

Lady, what do you even know about tails?!

[...Even if she's pretty he can't help but be indignant. ...Even if she also looks older]

I know that you wouldn't enjoy having someone step on it or tug at it without your permission.

You don't gotta be nasty about it...

[He mutters something which sounds distinctly like "old bat" as he goes to try that whole wrapping around waist thing]

[She heard that. And it prompts a violent answer, of course, in the form of a slap or maybe a hit with a giant hammer out of nowhere -we will say capsule magic- that he can dodge or survive to with no problems.]

Who are you calling "old bat"?! I'll let you know that I'm still very young and people still mistake me with a teenager girl!!

[Hammer for 200. And he does dodge, his eyes going wide at that and then looking back at her face.

Oh my god it's another one] R-ri-right!!

[She huffs, another one who knows how to dodge. Oh well, she's used to that already.]

You better not forget it! You have to be respectful with ladies and those older than you!

[Didn't you just say that you're not old...]

Anyway, whatever type of tail is that one?

[And now her curiosity is being picked, approaching to study it now.]

-You just tried to smash with with a hammer and now we're chummy?!

[Scooting back. Just a bit.]

First, you dodged it so it doesn't matter. Second, I doubt it would have killed you even if you hadn't dodged. Third, we're not "chummy", I'm just curious. I've never seen a tail like this, do all people in your world have those?

[Nnnnngh. but. Oh well-] Not... really... [More like no one does really. He sort of sighs, not really wanting to think about this] But it's still normal.

I see, so is this a family trait or maybe a race trait? How sensitive is it?

[Sorry, bro, she wants you to think.]