[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

[antiapocalypse]

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

[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]

[antiapocalypse]

Christmas trees are definitely colorful enough. [ still cautiously. it looks so -- painful. and awful. ]

[ and no they don't :| don't be silly

but hey, accent! ]

English?

[everwalking]

That's right. Though you must be from America. [judging by, you know, the accent]

...They don't do a lot of hand-fishing in America, I expect... [ah well]

[antiapocalypse]

Pretty much a two-old-guys-on-a-boat-with-lots-of-beer thing, yeah.

Great! My [ dad ] [ Watcher ] [ librarian? ] friend comes from England. Came. I mean, he's pretty much all expat now. You're a lot younger than him, though. [ except for, you know, the hair! but though her eyes dart to it, she doesn't say anything. ] Are you stuffy yet, or does that take a while to set in?

[everwalking]

...Well, I have been told I'm somewhat stuffy. Maybe it gets more pronounced with time. [sheepishly]

[antiapocalypse]

[ that gets a laugh, and she says gravely ] Just don't tell me you like scones, and there may be hope for you yet.

[everwalking]

What's wrong with a good scone? [and then he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck] Though right now I could go with -- a big, heaping plateful of them. And some ham. Maybe a whole ham.

[antiapocalypse]

Why stop with just the ham when you could have the whole pig, raw? [ amused ]

[everwalking]

I'm not a savage.

[antiapocalypse]

Good. I mean, I wouldn't blame anyone for going a little native around here, but... [ she trails away, and then grins at him ]

I'm Buffy, by the way.

[everwalking]

Allen Walker. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Buffy.

[antiapocalypse]

Oh, no. Miss Buffy is my mom. Please, call me Buffy.

[everwalking]

[whoops timey-wimey nonsense makes his derpometer off] Really, Buffy is your mother's name as well... I didn't realize it was such a popular name. [or any kind of popular name]

[antiapocalypse]

[ or alternatively ] ...I'm kidding. [ she grins ] Call me whatever you want. A little stuffy never hurt anyone. And you already like scones, so you're obviously a lost cause.

[everwalking]

True enough. [a little chuckle] I'm sure I'd have slipped the moment I stopped thinking about it, anyway. I was raised to be... polite.

[antiapocalypse]

[ she's amused, but can't resist asking ] How polite? Holding open doors, paying for dinner polite -- or, like, keeping those big complicated thoughts away from us womenfolk polite?

[everwalking]

Well, yes, holding doors, proper address, that sort of thing... Though I admit I can't think what keeping thoughts away from women has to do with being polite--

Wait -- are you suggesting I might want women to be treated like second class citizens?! [SCANDALIZED]

[antiapocalypse]

[ she laughs! can't help it. she gives him a squinty, amused look ]

Hey, it's a thing that happens. I'm glad you're not one of those guys.

[everwalking]

Absolutely not. [yes, repeating, firmly] Absolutely not. Some of the strongest, most wonderful people I know are women. Lenalee and Miranda have helped me so many times, how could I ever wish them anything but the best, just because they're women? Then there's the Holy Mother, I wouldn't want to cross her, and General Klaud is one of the best Exorcists in the... [he starts to slow again, and trails off with a sigh. can't go on]

[antiapocalypse]

[ her smile turns a little bit more apologetic, because she didn't mean to bring on this wave of defensiveness, but then Allen's whole tone changes, and ]

Then it sounds like you're one of the good ones.