You son of a beach WHO: Eden, OPEN WHERE: The beach WHEN: Late morning
When Eden got up, she felt a little more comfortable about her situation. This clearly had nothing to do with her connections or her previous employment. That meant that she didn't exactly have to hide what she was or anything about herself. Okay, she probably should have because not everyone agreed with her view points or how she handled things but that was tough. They could deal with it.
She had gone down to the beach early that morning clad in only a bra and panties with a towel wrapped around herself. It wasn't that she was overly modest - it was that other people were. No sense in causing a riot due to holy crap near nudity. Whatever. She'd gone for a swim, not going out too far but going far enough that she was certain she'd find some kind of small fish darting around. She'd only limited her swim as she didn't want to give the Commissioner some kind of excuse for torturing people.
And now? She was emerging from the water, taking a moment to flip her hair over her head and wring it out. Her towel was spread on the sand, waiting for her along with her necklace. She was not going to risk losing it to the ocean, thanks.