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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[standingonmyneck]

[...It was a quaint and quiet summer in her home away from home. It was kind of odd, and it was odd that she felt it was odd. Koriko and Progress City all had an essence of danger around each corner. Sure, it got to the point in which Daria rolled her eyes and went on with a heavy sigh and no shits to give. But, she was always on her toes. Mentally prepared for whatever was out there to damage her.

And yet, here she was. Walking along the beach, with a black one piece suit and a large straw hat. Always a safe bet. Her sandals got coated with sand as she stood near the water a lot. She wasn’t one to really romantically partake in scenery, but maybe it was nice to indulge in the quiet. Read a book, find some shells, write some more, occassionally step her toes in the water, or watch some Goldeen along the pier. She spent the day here doing just that, mostly though...she was in serious thought.]

[biotictouch]

[ If you thought someone was too pale and fragile to show at the beach, you'd be incredibly right. She is. But she also has a pupper now and pupper had never been so please, do ignore her as Moira has planted herself not only under an incredibly large hat, but also a sizeable tree or even umbrella to stay out of the sun.

Chucking a ball. For the very excited animal that's running to go get it. She may even be nose deep in a book, or project. Any damage that you may have been witness to on her arm before is definitely there now, only more stark in the sunlight and without her usually long and dressy shirts covering it. There are several other ominous scars painted lightly across her arms, but only on close inspection would you see them. Freckles? Yeah. Those too. And only more popping up by the second. ]

[goesawol]

Option A.

[You know the tune.

Someone has been busy learning a slightly new skill. Sharp onlookers in the bank can see a red buoy in the middle of the ocean, bobbing on the surface towards one direction, other times, another. Sometimes it stays very, very still one place, to move again.

If they're paying enough attention they can see a black silhouette coming to the surface and then go under again for a significant amount of time. Sometimes, a flipper-clad foot goes up to give leverage and take this diver deeper.

... what is going on, out there?

The answer comes to the docks shortly after, through a bouquet of half a dozen fishes - big ones, too - thrown onto the wooden pier. Ana follows by climbing up a ladder to sit on the dock, fully decked in scuba gear - no bottle, though - holding a speargun.

Taking off her flippers and goggles, she lays down on the wooden boards, the smelly fish still wiggling near her. She couldn't care less. She feels tired, controlling her breath back to a normal pace after so many times holding it, but Ana looks and feels accomplished.]

That was a great idea.

Option B.

[Because she did say she would enjoy the beach soon enough. She bought the scuba gear so she didn't have much to buy actual swimwear - one thing gave them something to sell, the other didn't; never let it be said that she didn't know her priorities - but she still picked up a towel from the house and decided to lay it down on the sand wearing a T-shirt with rolled-up sleeves and a pair of shorts.

Feet in the sand as she leans back on her elbows, she takes in the warm sun and looks over at the people around her to make sure they're safe in the water.

Once a mother hen, always a mother hen. They should probably name a chicken after her. Sorry for staring very intently if you don't look very comfortable in the water.]

[unwilling_hero]

A
[It's nice to kick back and have fun at the beach, to not worry about Shennagines. She does feel a bit guilty that she's left Babii, but. She's only looking after the rayquaza. It's not her pokemon. Plus, there's someone from the League here. Might not be from her world, but that doesn't matter. It's the League.

But that doesn't mean she's left all her pokemon behind. Nope. While Tsuyoi and Kumori have decided to come with her, the pair are currently napping under a beach umbrella while Saeko's out having fun. Look, Surf is possibly the best move since forever and she's shamelessly out in the water on Umaki, the swampert easily breaking the waves while Saeko laughs loud and clear. Her wetsuit even compliments the pokemon's blue skin.

Sometimes, they even ride a wave into the beach, both shrieking (well, bellowing in the pokemon's case) in delight.] We have to do this when we go home!

[If she notices any curious looks, she is going to comment on it as she hops off the pokemon.] Would you like a go? I don't think Umaki'd mind.


B
[When she's not having fun with Umaki, she's jogging along the beach, mightyena further up ahead, though the hound seems to stop every so often, turning with a whooping bark, as if to say 'Hurry up!', before bounding off again - either right into the water to splash about, or up onto the sand.] You're gonna stink later, you know that?

[Not that Saeko seems to mind, judging by the laughter in her voice.]


C
[Or maybe you just find her under her umbrella. She could be sunbathing, attempting to get all the sand out of her pokemon's coat, attempting to put a few braids into the shiftry's fur (the patience of a saint), or resting against a doozing umaki as she stares out to sea, lost thought.]

...It's not the same without them. [She doesn't mean it to be heard, but it probably is. What she wouldn't give for her besties to come, but at the same time - she giggle snorts, picturing the Wally she knows on a beach.] Mitsu's allergies'd probably be hell on him.

[souris_keteer]

Once Upon A Dream

[Mickey's taking this sandcastle business a touch seriously, his tongue sticking out at the edge of his mouth as he caaarefully sculpts towers, windows, and rooftops to fit the image of his beloved princess' castle. Once he's satisfied for the moment, he sits down.]

Hm... I wonder if there's anything I can use to make the garden.

Under The Sea

[Eventually it gets hot enough for Mickey to consider a swim. He takes off everything but his pants, and enjoys the water. All is calm, all is well... until a bird/animal/YOU IF YOU WANNA BE A JERK/ has suddenly grabbed his hat and run off.

Mickey stares for one second before bolting out of the water.]

No no no no no! You give that back! HEY!

[coldandyearning]

A)
[Ahhh, the sun! The sea!! Weiss was no stranger to beaches, what with having been exposed to one during her time in Koriko. And while it felt rather different, it was all the more reason for her to put on a cute two-piece and take a dive. Gosh, having this much time without work or any errands to run was...okay, it’s a little strange and she would like to get back to finishing the one task she meant to do at some point if the bus schedules ever worked again, but it’s at least she can enjoy it properly this time!!

And what better way to do so then with a game of...catch? Volleyball? Whatever other games involve some round object? Either way, she’s having a bit of a competitive itch, so she’ll toss it at anyone passing by and flash a confident grin.]

Hi! Are you up for a round or two?


B)
[Of course being out and cooling off from summer heat was nice, but everything becomes so much more magically beautiful after the sun sets and stars start to peek out from the sky; once Weiss has had her fun, she’ll be found dancing along the shores as she twirls the skirt of her breezy sundress, humming a song all the while.]


C)
[Anything else, whatever floats your boat!]

[gatescostmoney]

A: Are ninja on the beach a thing?

[ Sasuke is chilling the best he can in the trees lining the beach. It's not the easiest thing to do considering the type of trees they are, but he makes do. His eyes are closed. Mr. Tori is fluffed up and resting in his lap. Even the crow gets a beach break.

But... why go to the beach if you're not going to enjoy it to the fullest? C'mon, Sasuke. Now's not the time for tree napping... if he's actually napping and not just acting like he is. He is even still wearing his camo ninja garb. ]

B: Are ninja architects a thing?

[ Eventually, someone gets Sasuke out of the tree and partaking in more traditional beach activities. He's taken to building sand castles while Mr. Tori harasses sea gulls or picks up colorful pieces of shells and beach glass. The sand castle looks like Ueda Castle... actually a lot like Ueda Castle. He's spent enough time fixing the walls to know the layout intimately. ]

Watch your step. I'm working on part of the moat over there.

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?]