[LOG]: 'Cause I need a break, I need a vacation

[callbacks]

Who: The Homestuck posse and anyone who might be on the Olivine beach!
Where: The beach in the southwest corner of Olivine City
When: All day August 2nd
Summary: We kept talking about a beach episode, and now there is a beach episode. Just slap up a toplevel, hang out, and mingle!
Rating: T for Terrible Language
Log:

It's a pretty impromptu thing. Now that they've retrieved Jane from the horror of having to walk all the way through the early routes, their party's up to six entire people, which is the most any of them have been likely to have hung out with in...ever, basically. Jane doesn't even know anyone but Dirk, she's that far back on the timeline. So what's the obvious plan of action?

BEACH. FUCKIN'. EPISODE.

There are big, colorful towels and big, colorful umbrellas. There is a picnic basket, even though the boardwalk is pretty much, you know, right there (they can sample Olivine's fine dining for dinner; for lunch, there's Hawlunchables). There are bottles of Lemonade and Fresh Water, AJ for Dave, and Soda Pop for Dirk, the godless heathen. There are plastic buckets and tiny shovels because fuck you, that's why. There's even a beach ball. No one knows who brought it.

And of course, everyone better have brought their bathing suits, because there's ocean.

Comments

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[harlequinhater]

[Naps may be cool, but they are probably ill-advised when John Egbert is on the prowl. The minute John sees that Dave's eyes are closed, a devious grin stretches across his face, and he readies his water gun. Then, silently as he can while he's giggling to himself, John creeps over. He closes one eye and sticks out his tongue to make sure his aim is perfect, then sprays an unfortunate amount of salt water in Dave's face.

John's prankster's gambit ticks up a few notches. Or it would if the gambit were a game construct that actually existed in Pokemon. That's good enough for John, though.]

[callbacks]

SPBLLAWK--!

[Dave flails right off the towel into the hot sand, earning a fine coat of grit all over his wet shades. Somehow, he stares through them at John for a hot second, dripping ocean, hair full of beach.

And then he grabs a pink pool noodle in lieu of a strife deck and launches himself at the Ruiner of Naps.]

You're dead, John! Dead to me! Eat my pool foam justice.

[harlequinhater]

[John cackles as Dave flails dramatically off of his towel, which takes him off guard for long enough to wind up with a face full of scratchy pink pool foam. He quickly backpedals, but he's still laughing.]

No way! I've got a ranged attack and you don't. I've got the edge in beach warfare.

[To prove it, he fires another shot of water, though this time it's more at Dave's chest area than his face area. Now that the prank's done, John can try to fight fair.]

[callbacks]

[Dave plants his feet and blocks the worst of it with his noodle.]

If you could hit the broad side of a planet, maybe.

[He kicks sand at John's legs before resuming the pursuit because AT THE BEACH, THERE ARE NO RULES.]

[harlequinhater]

Hey, it's not my fault they don't make water hammers! I'm still learning!

[John's had a little practice with Jade's rifle while they were on the ship, but he admittedly wasn't the best at moving targets. He stumbles back, tripping over his feet in the sand, but he just manages to keep his balance.

He keeps backing up, trying to keep his distance so that he's out of the reach of the pool noodle, all the while firing his water gun randomly in the hopes that some of the water might hit Dave. He's not too hopeful, but maybe the randomness of the gun fire will throw Dave off or something. These are pro battle strategies, here.]