[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

[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. ]

[onehotpepper]

[with the spoils of her epic hunt for seashells -- barely a handful of tiny, chipped ones... until she finds more later -- Pepper approaches] I think we should start a collection of these. Who knows, maybe they can be used as currency.

[crouches down next to him (does not sit because, ew, sand in awkward places) and holds out her hand for him to see]

[cleanedslate]

[ truly the hunter is victorious. he grins at her and says ]

Step one, hoard seashells. Step two, declare seashells currency. I like the way you think, Ms. Potts.

[onehotpepper]

You didn't make me CEO for nothing. [shrugging, drawing back her hand to look at the shells] Who knows if we'll even get to keep them once the time is up.

[pausing as she looks him over, one eyebrow arched] Trying to recreate Iron Man red on your skin, are you? It won't be half as fun, you know.

[cleanedslate]

I thought that was because I can't tie my shoes without you, and I can't be trusted with my own money. [ he grins though ]

[ and then laughs ] Hey, I wasn't planning on falling asleep out here. I'll probably only get to Barbie pink.

[onehotpepper]

My business acumen was a secondary consideration, of course.

[looking far more amused than she should] I really don't think pink is your color.

[cleanedslate]

More like septenary. Trustworthy is way higher on the list.

No? What about purple? [ innocently ]

[onehotpepper]

Glad to see you've got your priorities in order, Mr. Stark.

[considers it, almost seriously] I don't know. Depends on how bad a sunburn you want.

[cleanedslate]

To be honest I was hoping for a tan. [ he grins ] But now I really want to know. What would you say are my colors?

[onehotpepper]

That I could stand to see more often. [crouching is getting uncomfortable, so she sits on her bent legs instead, careful not to lose any hard-earned shells]

[now, as for colors. this is obviously Very Serious, so she puts on her Thinking Face -- a slight frown, pursed lips] Red and gold, obviously. Black, white-- you know, it's mostly just anything that doesn't involve bodily harm. [like sunburns. she should probably get in the shade soon, now she thinks of it]