[video / mingle]

[everwalking]

Video
[morning of day three. there are clouds out and Allen loves them. he's pretty much given up on shirts and is just grimly bearing with his bright pink sunburn. the video shows him, and what he's working in his hands -- one dark red and exoskeletal -- is some thick grass, weaving several strands together to make a rope. he has a pretty decent amount of it. he's been working on it since the first day]

I feel really strongly that we should make a net so that we can catch more fish. [so that he can starve less. paaaause] But it's taking longer than I'd like. I don't suppose anyone else has any rope to contribute... [he trails off, staring at the water. it looks so cool and blue and inviting. and full of fish]

...You know, never mind. [shoving himself up and steeling his pink-and-red shoulders] Does anyone know how to hand-fish?


Mingle
[It's time for playing in the water!! Whether you're fishing, swimming, sunbathing on the sand, or just goofing off, let's get our beach on!]

[Feel free to respond to Allen's video post here, to make your own comment threads for mingling, or both!]

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[Video responses?]

[everwalking]

[everwalking]

[Allen is deep in the shallows, trying to hold still and watching the darting of fish under the surface of the clear water. every now and then he takes a swipe, only to come up with nothing, or a fish that is too tiny to provide any sort of sustenance, so he releases it again awkwardly. he is a lot like an incompetent gangly sunburnt bear]

[you might be able to find him a little later gnawing on a cooked fish, or working on his net. it's going to be very sizable. you might get the idea it was intended to catch a lot of fish]

[actlikealady]

[Sif is stripped down to what amounts to scraps of fabric -- a thick strap of cloth tied around her chest, and a short skirt, with her hair caught back in a braid. There's no need for armor on this island, as has been made clear to her, and it's been hot and uncomfortable over the last two days, and her clothes are not in the best of shape by now, so she washed them and left them to dry. But some people are lucky, and rather than burn in the sun, she's developing a lovely glowing tan. She looks like the cover of a brochure instead of a stranded kidnap victim.]

[She mostly lounges on the beach, watching the action and taking a break from her own endeavors. When she goes into the water, she will snatch up fish. She knows what she's doing.]

[sublimating]

[Bruce is -- actually -- leaping around on the sand. Just flat out hurling himself into the air and landing in a crouch on the ground a few feet away, and then turning around and observing the results with his thinkingface on before hunkering down to do it again. What the hell is he doing? Find out!]

[emends]

[ ...Welp. ]

[ Lucina stands a careful few feet away, one hand swathed horizontally above her forehead to make it easier to see. ]

Bruce? Are you alright? [ HE ATE THE BERRIES, DIDN'T HE. ]

[emends]

[ Lucina had things to say -- such as an offer to show him how to hand-fish to the best of her abilities. But, his arm catches her all-seeing gaze and Lucina frowns, concerning evident on her features. ]

Allen, your arm. Are you injured? I've no healing abilities but I know a little first aid.

[sublimating]

[he lands with a stumble and then reaches up to pull off his glasses and -- oh hey there. smiling awkwardly] Lucina... Hi. Yeah, I'm -- doing all right. Definitely not -- suffering some sort of heatstroke-induced madness.

[everwalking]

Injured-- [he looks at his arms, startled, and then clues in sheepishly] Oh-- That, no. [he uses his right hand to rub sweat from his forehead. it's hot and he's hungry and not thinking clearly]

No, I was born with it like this.

[neverforgets]

[ When Allen gets back to where he left his stuff, there is more rope! Because Lavi has been working on it in the meantime. It's the least he can do while being an unuseful lump next to the campfire. Weaving, weaving... ]

Havin' fun? [ Only half serious. ]

[buymorelifer]

[ Along the beach, there are some strange shapes in the sand! Some are person-shaped, with heads and what look like wings and dresses (robes!) and a few are just... large quarter arcs.

Chuck is barefoot and has his pants rolled up to his knees, and covered in sand. He flops down onto the sand again, lays on his back and spreads his arms and legs out wide, and then proceeds to -- what looks like -- flail wildly. ]

[emends]

[ Between Chuck and Bruce, it seems like everyone Lucina comes across are determined to do silly things in the sand. She doesn't especially understand these efforts, but has long given up questioning other people's -- peculiarities.

Having Owain as a cousin has helped with that. ]

Ah, Chuck? [ Lucina starts to lean over to get a better look and thinks better of it, straightening once more. ] -- Did you get one of those odd insects stuck in your shirt? [ She can't think of any other reason why he'd be... this. ]

[buymorelifer]

[ He stops making his sand angel and waves at her. ]

Hi Lucina! I'm okay, I'm just making sand angels. And angles. [ Sits up and starts to brush the sand out of his hair. ]

[emends]

[ Born with such a concerning deformity... Lucina considers for a moment, and then drops the matter entirely. He's not a soldier under her command, she has no reason to pry into his life. ]

I have no rope to share, but I can assist in your efforts. [ She's never actually built a net, but there's only one way to learn, isn't there. ]

[emends]

[ That's good to know, even if she doesn't especially believe it. ]

...Are you certain? [ Why is everyone so strange. ]

[emends]

[ As someone who's never even made snow angels, the novelty is a little lost on her. However, he seems well enough, so she chances a smile. ]

Good day to you, [ she greets. Adding, although far from in a disparaging tone: ] These sand drawings of yours don't look like much of anything.

[ She squints and, wait for it... ]

Oh, I understand! That one is supposed to be a rampaging bear. [ SO HAPPY AND PROUD OF HERSELF. ]

[everwalking]

[a small smile for her, reassuring, and he says] The more hands the better. We're going to need a big net to catch enough for everyone.

[everwalking]

[he's managed to capture a fish and mangle it to death with his claws, and he drops down onto the sand next to Lavi with a sigh]

Well-- the water feels nice. [optimistically, looking around for a stick so that he can roast his hard-won kill]

[antiapocalypse]

That's -- a really bad sunburn. [ cautiously! ]

/piles gently

[cleanedslate]

[ even weirder-looking with the shirt off! staring at it in a pretty unflattering way for a beat, before he says ]

I'll have to check with Pepper about the health care thing. I think it covers preexisting conditions.

[cleanedslate]

[ when she catches the fish, it'll be to applause! half-serious, half-Tony applause. ]

[ijustlovethat]

[well, aren't you just the ideal! you are also someone Effie knows is helpful, so she approaches you. her exposed skin (which is pretty much all of it save where she is wearing underwear) covered in drying mud. it's sunscreen, improvised!]

Hello there, Sif! Are you-- you don't burn? How lucky! I saw a tribute cover himself in mud once, and it occurred to me today that it's a good idea. Otherwise, I'll be stuck in the shade all day!

[and being in the shade all day would mean very few people to talk to, and Effie does like talking to people!]

[cleanedslate]

[ sunbathing sounded so good in theory. he's enjoyed it before at home. shut your eyes, sink into the heat a little, recharge. it's been the best he could get in the sleep department until pretty recently, his brain still going but the rest of him almost relaxed, and no nightmares.

still, it turns out that sunbathing on your own deck with air conditioning and ice water and the workshop and society's infrastructure just a few feet away is different from the stranded on a tropical island version, and Tony is not enjoying this break as much as he wanted to.

but he's trying, so that means sunglasses, and the tiny athletic-fabric shorts that pass for his underwear these days, arms folded behind his head, and ARC reactor a lot more visible than usual, grafted into his chest. ]

[antiapocalypse]

[ usefulness is good, Buffy would like more of it please, so she will be trying to fish.

Slayer reflexes are great when it comes to things that are trying to kill you, but hunting is harder. she has to really focus, to convince her brain that the fish is an enemy.

which might explain why she's standing knee deep in the surf, talking to herself ]

All right, fish. You think you're better than me? Is that it? Well, what's so great about you? So you can swim, that's nothing. I've been swimming since I was in preschool. That's years more experience than you have.

[everwalking]

Oh, I know. [glumly] I light up like a Christmas tree if you get me in the sun for long. I can bear it, though.

[Christmas trees are lit with candles, by the way]

[everwalking]

[a briefly puzzled look, before he says frankly] Nearly the only word I understood you say is "Pepper", and you either used it as the name of a person, or you talk to table seasonings.