Obligatory Beach Episode (the actual beach part)

[hoasen]

Who: Everyone at the beach (and Vietnam)
When: First few days of April?
Where: Capablanca: Beach
What: In order to complete a few jobs set in Capablanca, a volleyball match and a beach bbq happened (at different times). As usual, everyone can end up joining for no goddamn reason (other than money maybe).
Rating: PG is always the safe option.

NOTE This is also a mingle log, so just tag around in the sub-headers set up!

VOLLEYBALL

[In order to complete this job and win the trust of the merfolk, a beach volleyball session has been organised. What are they going to do? It has been suggested that they play on the shallows, stick up a net and then hit balls back and forth to the merfolk. Seems easy enough...right?

WRONG. Beach Volleyball is super intense. Start planning your strategies, because you could be unfortunate in that your mermaid friends are actually professional underwater volleyballers. Which is probably like Blitzball or something.]


BEACH BBQ

[One of the best ways to learn about each other and also WIN THE TRUST of local populace is to hold a random Beach Barbeque. Who knows where Vietnam managed to amass all these ingredients for the barbeque (trade secret) but everyone can help cook! If they know how. Alternatively, all barbeques need people to EAT so come judge the food. And talk and make merry.

There is word going around that someone left a whole case of alcohol for mixing. Who on earth brought that?! (And left a convenient list of drinks and how to mix them). We'll blame the proprietor of a bar who wants more publicity.]

Comments

[sediments]

You didn't have to hit me.

[ This is the most romantic h/c thread every, as Bolin sits on the sand, fully clothed, sand clinging to his face and blood dripping from his lips attractively, looking both put out and resigned. In truth, he's still a little confused by everything that's happened, peering at Vietnam closely. ]

What happened? What hit me?

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A-ah, I apologise, I was not thinking.

[This seriously is, but look, he gets a girl in a bikini to do this for him?! OKAY? And she's trying to clean him up here!]

A volleyball hit you. Does your head hurt badly?

[sediments]

My head? [ He gives her a curious look, rubbing his head as if only then considering it might hurt. ] Oh, uh, not really.

[ He's taken worse hits. (Mako when he was learning to lightningbend.) Really, the most obnoxious thing is the taste of blood in his mouth, and he turns his head to spit a little more out rather than swallow it, shrugging as he turns back to Vietnam.

—'s breasts.

Ah, and once again his gaze focuses hard on her face. ]

It's not that bad! I just got caught off guard.

[hoasen]

[Mako...what have you done to your poor brother.

And she totally didn't notice he looked, because he's looking at her face! Like normal people would when they converse?!]

Are you sure? I can try to heal your head!

[sediments]

[ He shakes his head, leaning away from her in case she gets it into her head that she needs to start using her magic on him. Really, his mouth hurts more than his head. ]

It's fine! Really, my head barely hurts.

[ But... ]

Maybe you could fix my busted lip?

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[Look...she might. You know, put her hand into his face and all. That would work, right?]

Oh! Yes, I can do that!

[And so--] Excuse me for my forwardness! [She touches his lips delicately with her fingers and starts channeling a healing spell.

Yeah that's right.]

[sediments]

[ He's a little startled when she touches him—he's been healed before, but Adra had just allowed his hands to hover over the injured area, and he never made actual contact. Then again, it's not like he knows anything about healing, he's pathetically useless with magic, so maybe this is another way of casting the spell.

For the most part, Bolin takes it in stride.

Except that his casual air lasts all of one second before he starts to turn red at how awkward it is. ]

...

[hoasen]

[Honestly, she still sucks at healing. She's done pretty well, but she's found that she does better touching someone to channel magic than she has to hover her hand. Practice will make perfect, but considering that magic is completely new to her? It's going to take some time. Healing is a much more delicate job than just plain destruction. She's been better at that.

So she's concentrating, trying to heal up his wound...on his lip...and has not yet noticed that he's going red.

Until she does.] O-oh I am sorry, really.

[sediments]

[ Whoops. The blush recedes, and Bolin gives Vietnam a vaguely guilty look. Has he made it awkward? He feels a little bad—he's really just not having any luck on the beach today. It's probably 100 years too early for him to have earned a beach episode.

For now, he just shifts backwards with a wave of his hand. ]

Sorry for what? I should be thanking you!

[ Let's put the weirdness behind them with a friendly smile. ]

[hoasen]

[He made it awkward since the beginning! But no, this is fine. It's not that bad. He even got injured and everything, and this is probably the only good thing that's happened to him so far: getting a healing after getting his face head bricked by a ball.

And he's even so nice about it? Look at his friendly smile.]

N-no, it is fine. I was very forward, and I have no excuse. I have no idea how to cast a proper healing spell.

[sediments]

Me neither. [ He confides rather easily, looking slightly dismayed for it. ] I'm not good at magic at all, to be honest.

[ Which is pretty sad, considering that most of the people he met considered bending to be a form of magic, so really he should take to it fairly easily.

But he isn't, and it's kind of frustrating. ]

But thanks, you fixed me up just fine.

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[Looks like both of them will have to sigh about this.] I have no magic back home, so this is all...new to me.

[She waves her fingers. All dry back home, suddenly magic here. England would be excited.]

I am relieved that I managed to succeed. At least for you.

[sediments]

Yeah, I think you did a pretty good job.

[ But anyway, he's ready to move on, rubbing the remaining sand from his face and heaving a sigh before he pushes himself up. There's sand caught in all of the crevices of his uniform, and it's probably about time that he hauled his ill-prepared self off the beach. ]

Thanks again. [ Said with a hand out to help Vietnam up. ] I think I'm due for a shower or something now though.