[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!]

Comments

[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]

[ 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. ]

[buymorelifer]

[ About to look a little sad that she doesn't know what he's doing-- ]

Ah, well--

[ She looks so happy he doesn't have the heart to correct her. ]

You got it! I've only seen bears in the zoo so I had to improvise.

[emends]

[ Lucina's shoulders sink, the small happiness causing her to relax her usual rod straight stance. (It's cool, Chuck; Christian mythology and its outliers don't really exist in her world.) ]

And these are -- mathematical angles, you said? [ She's careful not to disturb their shapes as she steps around them. ]

[buymorelifer]

[ Chuck thinks she looks so nice when she's smiling and happy. Of course, if he had his way, everyone would be happy all the time.

But he chuckles at her question. ]

Yeah, sort of. They're really me trying to be funny. Because "angel" is a word people misspell a lot, and if you switch the e and l around you get "angle". [ See, see, Lucina, isn't he funny? ]

[emends]

We speak different languages, Chuck. [ She's gentle in informing him of this but, yeah. His clever wordplay is lost on her. ]

[cleanedslate]

Having fun there?

[buymorelifer]

[ slkjdlk now he feels a little embarrassed. But he tries not to show it. ]

Sure! Didn't you make sand angles as a kid?

[cleanedslate]

I mostly made programs. And robots. [ lips curved up ] But sure, if Dad had ever taken me to the beach, I might've played in the sand.

[buymorelifer]

[ Yes, yes, Mr. Stark we all know you're very smart. Sits up in one of the angels, and starts brushing the sand out of his hair. ]

There's no time like the present to start, right? [ Little grin. ] I hear snow angels are more traditional, but it doesn't snow in Burbank, so I had to improvise.

[cleanedslate]

[ he is. and he had very little in the way of a childhood! but never mind. ]

Well, there's always climate change. Maybe it'll start. [ slightly droll. he doesn't seem about to join you just at the moment. ]