"It is not a full Carnival," Dark said, rather pleased that he had found such a boardwalk. When he was their age, they'd visit Coney Island with Cooger and Daizi fairly often, and this reminded him of that, although it was significantly smaller.
"I like how much is in walking distance," Daizi said, stretching deeply enough to pop a few vertebrae in her back, then she shook it out and unbuckled Ivy from her car seat. "We're here, habibti! No more yucky driving anymore!"
The first thing Dark brought in was the pack-and-play so that they had somewhere to put Ivy where she could stretch out while they brought the rest in. The condo was nice, and a decent size, although Dark realized that although he walked in the front door fine, the interior doors he needed to duck under to pass through, and he knew, inevitably, he was going to hit his head. Besides that, however, he knew it was not small enough to be cramped.
The condo was one floor, and the door opened essentially into the living room with only a halfwall seperating the kitchenette from it, and the two bedrooms were on opposite sides of the house from each other, which meant there were no shared walls, and therefore, privacy, and each bedroom had an ensuite bathroom.
All of the colours were light and airy, with lots of open space, and a sliding backdoor that opened right onto the beach.