"It would appear all arrangements are in order and your seating for the early afternoon has been seen to. Should any concerns arise, I am more than certain they can be seen to swiftly.", the focused tone of Johnathan resonated softly through the mostly empty cabin of the capsule airplane that carried Tunic Baskerville and the tool of her family's generational work, the weapon compressed into a capsule for the time as the young woman watched through the window of the vehicle with an eager anticipation. This was a restaurant she had not been to for some time, its distance from the north made getting here in time for their brunch menu such a trial at times, but ultimately worth it when that delectable tea, freshly brewed only minutes before hit her lips. Pursing her lips in thought Tunic turned towards the inner of the cabin, looking towards the front seats and asking, "Will we be landing nearby or will it be a bit of a walk? I do not mind either way." A quiet hung in the air before the well dressed pilot and butler lifted a hand from the controls and shook it. "Now now, it would be unbecoming to take too long to arrive would it not?", despite her not seeing it a slight grin crossed the older gentleman's expression. "We will be landing very soon.", Johnathan would continue as the plane dove into a descent, bounding gently against the runway before coming to a stuttering halt and driving into a smaller hanger.
As he had said, they had landed in a small runway no more than a short walk from the beech side, a car already waiting at the terminal tower. "Should anything not be to your liking on our arrival, do let me know Lady Baskerville, I will see to it that all is taken care of." Knowing full well that the girl would ultimately be satisfied with whatever accommodations she got, Johnathan made it a point to keep to his standards as a butler as they drive along the beach edge, looking for the perfect spot to stop for the small out of the way cafe.
"It's as lovely as ever!", Tunic would express, pulling the now uncapsuled trident from the car and walking towards the seat marked with her name on a folded paper. Looking back to her entourage the young knight would lift a hand and shake her head. "I should be fine, I will call if I need you." With a not, Johnathan began to pull himself back into the vehicle before Tunic spoke up once more, "Thank you Johnathan, I know arranging these on such a short notice can be rather... taxing.", her words lingered a moment before she turned once more to the table to inspect the menu at hand as the butler drove off, a soft smile crossing his lips and looking for a location to wait nearby.
With his space pod destroyed, it'd be quite some time until Gandigan could leave Earth. Although he hated to admit it, part of him was glad about how things had turned out. Even though he was still determined to head back to Konats and have his memory wiped, he still dreaded actually going through with it. The Kashvar were not to be trusted, and giving himself up like that... they could do anything with him. But how could he live with the memories of what he had done? He needed to take his mind off of things; to try and find a way to relax.
Beaches were relatively new to Gandigan. Although he was familiar with the concept, he couldn't recall visiting any on Namek. Perhaps he had before his memory was first taken from him? Perhaps Namek didn't even have any beaches. He couldn't claim to have explored every inch of his home. Konats definitely had beaches, though he found himself too occupied to enjoy anything on his last visit there. From what he understood, Humans quite enjoyed going there to relax, so why not him? It was better than standing in line at a mechanic, waiting for his pod to be fixed.
He wasn't quite sure what sort of attire would be considered appropriate at a beach, so he wore a traditional Namekian Gi; one which left the ghastly scar across his chest clearly visible. At this point he had accepted that it may never go away, so it was best to get used to it. As he walked through the sand his mind went to Namek; of what the attack by Usumidori. Although she was no friend of his, he still felt strange about how things had gone down. In a way, she had promised to help him, and although not fully in control of his body, he had betrayed her. The situation was uncomfortable.
As he was lost in thought, the sound of a nearby plane landing pulled him back to. What sort of person takes a plane to the beach? He briefly wondered whether or not some sort of important politician was out of a stroll, perhaps with a security team at his back. He knew of the man called Derry, who was president of Earth, though he knew nothing of him. He soon lost himself again, though when he looked up and saw the car his mind once again went to who may be in there. He reckoned there was no harm in getting a closer look, so he walked up off the sand and trailed for a bit.
When the figure left the car, he found himself surprised at what he saw. Much smaller than he expected any president to be, though... purple? The figure appeared to have purple hair... he had heard that Derry had pink hair... perhaps they meant this darker shade? He thought it strange that a president would grow his hair so long... though he didn't know much about Earth customs. Curious as to what sort of person the president on Earth might be, Gandigan decided to approach, despite the feeling of apprehension deep in his gut. "Derry? Is that you?"
Upon stepping close it became clear that it was no hair he was looking at, but some sort of garment. Despite that revelation, it was too late to back out now.