[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!]

[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. ]

[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.

[onehotpepper]

[Pepper has decided that she ought to do something at least somewhat vacationy while she's stuck here, so she rolled up the sleeves of her somewhat wrinkled button-down, left her pants on a rock, and went to search for shells in the shallows. it's been about a half hour, so she'll get out of the sun for a bit in a few. in the meantime, feel free to chat her up~]