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All was quiet.    This was to be expected, of course. After all, it’s why Fizz chose this very spot to call his own. The dwellings of those who once lived here were now reclaimed by the restless tide, save for the clever ones who thought to build higher than the waves might reach. Even they left eventually, leaving these homes to be claimed by the many, MANY seabirds and whatever fool decided that yes, they...

Raiden and Davey sat at the clubhouse table together, spending some time as friends drawing. Raiden made little uncolored doodles and Davey took care of adding the color, going over them with all sorts of markers, pens, pencils, and crayons. The two didn't even really need to exchange conversation; they just drew on the paper table mat in semi-quiet together. Of course, they weren't alone in the clubhouse, being a gathering spot for anyone looking to be with their friends or make some new one...