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-Meanwhile-
Oreo, Vanilla, and Bel stood on the beach’s shoreline. To their left was the continent that Oreo had created with her own hands and that stretched out for as far as the eye could see, while to their right was a gigantic row of paddle boats. While not being nearly as big as the still infant continent, the row of vehicles stretched out until they reached the horizon, and none of the three girls could see them.
“It’s already 3 o’clock.” Vanilla said, looking forward toward the trees and plants in the distance. “People should be here soon.”
“Indeed.” Bel responded. “I’m not expecting that many people to arrive, so those paddle boats, that just from a glance appear to be capable of holding 8 or 9 people, should be more than enough for everyone who’s interested in moving to take. If this somehow’s not the case, I’ll stay back with everyone for a few hours and buy some more paddle boats, only leaving once everyone who’s interested in going leaves this place.”
“Are you sure you want to do this? If people see someone as wealthy as you buying hundreds, potentially thousands, of boats, they’ll get curious as to the reason why you’re doing that and might end up following you home in secret, causing them to attack everyone waiting to get to the new continent.” Vanilla pointed out, her voice shaking slightly.
“It’ll be fine, Vanilla. You’re getting upset over the worst case scenario of a worst case scenario. Try to calm down. Everyone wanting to flee Canada needs to see that their two future leaders are confident, or else they’ll get worried and go back to their homes.”
“Your aunt has a point, Vanilla.” Oreo said, putting her left hand on her girlfriend’s shoulder. “Neither of us expect you to be completely calm about this. Hell, not even I am. But for the sake of the people, put on a brave face.”
Vanilla took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She opened them as a smile spread across her face.
“If it’s for the sake of our dream, then that’s exactly what I’ll do!” She said, sounding much more confident than before.
As the three girls finished speaking to each other, they heard what sounded like bicycle bells in the distance. Oreo turned her head slightly to the left and saw Viscount heading toward them on her bicycle. Before it got on the beach, she got off her bike, placed it against the tree closest to the sand, and then ran over to the three girls. She didn’t have any suitcases full of clothes in her hands, but she had a camera around her neck, a clipboard with several pieces of paper in her left hand, and a pen in her right hand.
“It looks like I’m the first one here.”
“Indeed, you are. You don’t seem to be planning to move though, so why are you here? You’re not planning on advertising my continent to the general public, are you? I’d be okay if you did that in a few years once our continent can actually defend itself from invaders, but as it is now, that wouldn’t be a very wise choice.” Vanilla said.
“Yeah, I know. I’m not planning on writing a whole paper about this day. I simply wish to preserve history.” Viscount walked over to Oreo. “While people may write about what happened on this day, I doubt anyone’s going to take photos of it, so I’m going to for the sake of allowing future generations to see what this event is like.”
As Viscount finished speaking, Vienna ran onto the beach.
“Girls, girls, I’m here!” The brunette shouted.
“Now our first actual resident had arrived.” Oreo said. “Glad to see that you made it.”
While the girls were speaking with one another, they heard what sounded like an army walking toward them.
“And it looks like everyone else is here too.” Vienna said, smiling at her friends.