MINGLE: BEACH DAY BABAY

[powerhittou]

Who: You, and you!
What: Exactly what it says on the tin.
When: Sometime mid-August.
Where: Down on the BEACH.
Warnings: Uh... Mark your threads if they get a little too wet and wild, I guess?

You didn't think summer would go by without at least one day for fun in the sun, did you? Of course, with how close Pelican Town is to the beautiful clear waters of the ocean, hopefully some people went more than just the once.

There's no particular event going on today, but for some reason everyone seems to be swinging by around the same time. A convenient contrivance? The work of a mysterious stranger parading through the streets and bellowing about summer because he didn't learn from being arrested the first time? Who can say?

Anyway, it's the beach. You know what to do. Go fish off the piers, sunbathe, make sand castles, collect shells, get swept away by the undertow and never seen again, play volleyball, go nuts. Just look out for jellyfish.

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late as balls MCCOWBOY

[deadouttalock]

Beach Booze

[There are plenty of fun things to do on a beach and McCree's favorite thing is to do nothing at all. Almost nothing--he certainly feels like he's earned some R&R with all the hard work he's put into Jack's farm. He'd give himself even more credit if Jack or Gabe or Ana weren't within earshot. They probably were. It's fine, he brought his own cooler and umbrella, staked deep into the sand. He'll just get comfortable in his red swim trunks lifeguard gear and bionic arm not included, lounge back in his beach chair and help himself to a drink or two... or three. Or four. There's a 75% chance he's going to be at least buzzed in any of these prompts so pick your poison.

Also beware his atrocious farmer's tan. It's real and it's noticeable.]

It's hiiiiigh serve

[Chances are he's sober enough or drunk enough to think a game of volley ball is a great idea, and to be fair he's not bad at it. He's an expert at jumping and rolling in the sand to catch those impossible hits and his aim is second to none. His only problem is he's easily distracted, especially by anyone good looking. McCree's very liable to want to show off to anyone who'll give him enough attention.]

Who wants to bet a drink I can make this serve?

Those aren't moonlight jellies...!

[All that fun in the sun and McCree's worked up quite a sweat. He's eager to cool off in the ocean and maybe a whole 20 minutes goes by before he feels a stinging, burning sensation on his shoulder. He tries to swat whatever it is off but all he feels is something gooey and the pain seems to only increase. He bursts into a panicked slosh as he makes his way towards the shore and finds the first person he can come across, groaning and sweating. He speaks quickly and fruitlessly claws at his own back.]

Hey, what's on my back and how gross is it and can you pull it off?

[He turns around and shows it's in a spot that's not easy for him to reach. The jellyfish is somehow suctioned onto his skin like an adorable gelatinous tumor. He's practically bouncing around from one foot to another. Help a guy out?]

high servin' it is

[oscurecer]

[ Someone's dug a swimsuit out of her closet, proverbially, and is lingering off to the side of the court with her own little bottle wrapped in a paper bag (hey, what are the rules here?) and sipping away, taking advantage of the sun and shade as much as she can.

You know, unlike her colleagues. ]

Muy guapo, carino!

[ She chirrups with a laugh, as though she's not being serious. Sitting back in her chair, she peeks out from her sunglasses. ]

Sure. I'll bet you a beer.

jellies!

[frostedplum]

[ Mei is lounging in a beach chair, enjoying an ice cream cone when McCree comes rushing over to her and she leaps out of the chair, melted ice cream dribbling down her hand. ]

Oh, no! Okay, um, I can try. I need something to grab it with. Hold on.

[ She looks around her little area in a panic. Her towel is half buried under her chair and covered with sand anyway. Then she gets an idea and turns back. ]

Here, hold this!

[ She thrusts her melting cone towards him while undoing the knot on her sarong with the other hand. If she's blushing at the fact that she's about to show off her bikini, she can blame it on a developing sunburn. But she doesn't want to linger in helping him, nor does she want to touch the jellyfish with her bare hands. ]