Tropical Distractions

[fredless]

Who:Fred, friends and YOU
What: A bonfire and evening to enjoy with friends
When:Second evening after arriving
Where:Down at the Beach
Rating: PG?


All things considered, it didn't seem that threatening. But Fred would never sit all that well with being yanked into unfamiliar settings without permission, and this was no different. After the rising waters, they first few hours on the ship had been especially difficult. It brought back too many specific memories. Still, a lot had happened between then and now -- and after a few hours it at least felt like she could breathe again.

And there were things that held some appeal.

Like the beach. There were memories as well, much more pleasant memories. And unlike the four seasons room, which always felt a little less than real? Fred couldn't help but think all that water actually lead somewhere. The air certainly tasted real enough, hot and sticky on her tongue. Everything soon started to carry the slightest whisper of salt.

She'd spent the day with Wesley exploring, and somehow they'd tumbled their way into fishing. It was something she hadn't actively done in years, not since summers with her folks on the Gulf. But it all came back to her, and soon they'd caught more than she knew what to do with. Fred didn't recognize the species, but the locals assured her they were edible enough. One idea tumbled into the other, until a sturdy bonfire was lit against the fading afternoon light. A dozen fat fish sat wrapped in palm leaves around the base of the fire, and a cooler rested nearby filled with a variety of fruit and drinks.

All that remained was to jot an invitation in her journal to anyone that might be interested.

Fred moved to settle into one of the higher dunes, watching the tide as it came in again. She was still in her suit, a simple sarong knotted at her waist. It might get cooler later, but for now she was content to catch the last of the sun on her shoulder and enjoy the sound of the waves.

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[The fishing thread - because it's time for some fluff!]

[demonologist]

"You've caught another one? That's incredible!" Wes exclaimed, chuckling and quickly wading into the water to try to scoop it up onto the shore. His own efforts had been not quite so successful, but he'd managed to land a few. He had been enjoying the day, determined to view the world-change as something of a vacation as much as he could. The flood had been a bit harrowing, but now that they had settled in, he was starting to relax. He was dressed appropriately for the beach and currently with his trousers rolled up to his knees so as to not get them too wet.

[fishy_go_byebye]

It wasn't so much that Del saw the note, as she saw the bonfire. Saw it and started trailing her way towards it the way lost travelers trailed after wil'-o-whisps. It drew her, and as it drew her it also tugged along her little Ditto.

Confused, it seemed. The poor pokemon was so confused, with a mistress that couldn't hold still and couldn't keep track of it. it had gotten to the point that that creature just left a tendril wrapped around her wrist, which she touched and petted and tugged thoughtlessly as she crept closer to the fire.

What was that smell? That lovely, burning, disgusting smell that made her stomach rumble in a painful way that it wasn't supposed to know how to do.

She hated this world change.

[succubitch]

Lilah wasn't one to usually join in on parties thrown by Fred of all people, but she had been spending most of the day on the beach anyways, so it wasn't like she had been going out of her way or anything. She was even dressed for it already.

Which is how she ended up sitting around the bonfire, sipping a drink with a group of people who didn't particularly like her. If nothing else, she'd enjoy how uncomfortable her presence might make people.

As far as world changes went, she couldn't complain. The beach was nice, like the ones she had went to on the cruise. Except this time, no one had tried to kill her. Always a plus.

ota!

[loisfuckinglane]

[Sun, sand, surf, and sullenness: one of these things is not like the others.

Maybe it's the fact that the city is full of obnoxious Pokemon noises right now, but the idea of getting away for a moment was definitely inviting, and Lois gladly donned a two piece and headed for the hills dunes. However, now that she's here, she's parked her butt on the sand, and is watching the waves crash in and out with a frown etched onto the corner of her lips.]

open!

[likethetragedy]

[Elektra is standing a little ways into the water dressed in a black bikini and sarong. She seems to be at peace with the waves crashing against her legs. It has been a while since a real body of water touched them. For all her annoyance with the others for whining, moments like these make the changes and the inevitable reactions alright.]

[wield]

This was all strange to her. The fact people lived in worlds where people used demons... animals? Beings? Whatever it was, to fight made Buffy a little amused. If anything was going to battle anything, it certainly wouldn't be her sending a creature out in defense or fun or whatever the reason it was why people did this.

So, when word got to her about the beach invite, it sounded perfect to try and get away from the madness that was this world. Buffy would never understand the castle, and just like people told her from the beginning she was actually starting to believe that she'd never understand why whatever happened... happened in this place.

So, she held what looked like a barely touched beer in between her hands, her gaze clearly stuck on the flames in the bonfire in front of her.