<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Seajade2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Pyun "CJ" Choe Ja<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee (Pacific Liaison)<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 1 |12 p.m.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Lagoon<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Bikini (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/Triangl_bikini.jpg), sun hat (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c3/Seajade_sun_hat.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sarah, Amor<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Mild homoerotica<hr/><br/>She'd walked down the beach in her bikini and forgotten to stop when the beach ran out. Red clay earth pressed in around the roots of defiantly erect trees and she kept going. The sound of the surf became a boom chamber echo of shoal eroding into caves in the open meters between she and sea level, and she kept going. Then the wind came, straight across this peak of the island and threatening to whisk her hat right off her head, and this was where she stopped and looked around. She was smiling. "Yay secret beach!"<br/><br/>From the outside it was a lesser sister peak, but from up here the crown was concave. It was hard to recognize as a primeval volcanic caldera for the centuries of jungle blanketing every horizontal step, untamed, unable to be tamed. A cerulean pool of spring water below filled the whole cauldron with simmering warmth against the wind and Choe Ja began to descend immediately. Her small hands found a thick rope easing the one navigable switchback down, down, down, down. She wasn't bold enough to jump, but she was too bold to turn back now. Toes curled against the earth she took the gentle rappel backward, eyes on the bodies in motion of her adventure companions. "Maybe it's just us." Small wonder, since she needed to stop and catch her breath on the intervening ledges, kicking her legs and wishing she'd come more prepared for this fatigue. The final plunge awaited.<br/><br/>Toes sank into the chalky volcanic mud at the bottom and kept on sinking until she was in almost to her knees. "Oh, it's warm!" She tried to step, but failed to uproot her legs on the first try and fell promptly at the bottom of the rope line. This struggle added one more pock to countless like it shaped by human traffic in the mud, preserved for months or years in a perfect equilibrium of volcanic ash and spring water. Further from this shore, cleansing water deepened and the earth overhung a larger than life echo cave.<br/><br/>There was no sign of Choe Ja's bikini top when she pulled herself free. It was simply lost to the mud, replaced by tribal streaks. She shrieked with laughter, and it echoed like a grand cathedral. "Help, it sucked off!"