Marc
And much like a cannonball, Marc shot straight into the depths of the pool, splashing the water out like a geyser with enough force to make it pour back down everywhere like rainfall. Despite all that, he floated back up gracefully.
"Pwaaaah!"
Only for a dozen flashing lights to suddenly assault him.
The Guests
"Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" The ladies inside and outside the pool yelped at the sudden impacts, but they were hardly concerned that this might be an attack or whatnot. The moment the familiar red hair popped out of the waters, they hurried and circled the man, some outside taking pictures while the guests rushed around him.
"Ohmygosh, its Marc!" "Duuuuuude! It's been like, three years man!" "Wowowowowowow, I've gotta get an autograph!" "Ye bloody rascal, ye still owe me dem magazines back mate!"
As chaotic as it was, it looked kind of pleasant. Almost like a family gathering, and the poor Frenchman even looked a bit taken aback for a second.
Marc
"Woah woah! Slow down... hahaha. Guys, guys, I'm still on break. Ah, its so good to see you all. Mwah!" He posed cheekily for the cameras, but tried to defuse it a little. Just a tad. He was obviously enjoying most of it, or a good actor. "Aww, you're as cute as ever, my cherie." He waved his hand with a cheeky smile at the crowd, getting the groupies to butt heads for a bit over which one of them he meant was cutest. Hopping off the heated pool, he helped himself to a towel before walking by the chocolate elf.
"Pheew. That's one way to leave a marc, eh?" As he said that, he gave one of the snow0covered pal trees a friendly tap, and a delicious large fruit popped down like a bowling ball, straight in his hand and offered to the elf. "Coconut? They grow these all year round. They're pretty tasty too..."