Test Drive Meme #1

[proximods]

The sun is shining and the weather is nice and toasty. Overly toasty one might argue, even. It's a great day to be laying around at the beach, so it's a good thing that that's where you've found yourself today, whether you'd made plans to be there or not. Bathing suit and sunscreen ready, you're going to get your tanning time on.

But with heat comes the expected side effects for a place like Proxima Gamma. While the cool water can sometimes slow the effects, the heated beaches and freshly popped flowers seem to have made getting close to someone else just seem like a really great idea. You can try to fight off the side effects much as you want, but the scientists like to believe everyone has a breaking point.

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Steve Rogers | MCU | OPEN (M/F for anything leaning that way)

[americanclassic]

Scenario A

[The sting of the chip had faded for the most part, yet that didn't mean he was entirely happy with it being there. He'd tried to get it out, learning that it was harder than it looked after getting shocked and knocked out once. He hadn't actually expected it to have a deterrent from that, but he learned quickly and decided he needed to learn more before he tried again.

So that left him to roam his new location, finding himself at the beach and wondering how easy it would be to swim to... Hell, he had no idea where he was, let alone where he wanted to go. Without a little more recon, he wasn't going to attempt it, so he found himself sitting on a log facing the water, the feel of the heat on his shoulders from above and the scent of the sea something familiar in this crazy little prison island.

There were others here, people walking along the beach. Some happy, some not so happy. He'd offer a small smile or a nod to anyone who caught his eye, amenable to conversation if someone was up for it.]

Scenario B

[The beach hadn't been so bad. The jungle nearby offered shade, though the heat was constant no matter where you sat. There was the occasional vendor walking by selling ice cream or something to drink and Steve took advantage of one of them. Still, ice cream or not, the heat seemed to be coming from more than just the outside.

Maybe it was him, though. He'd spent so long covered in ice, maybe he was just sensitive to the heat. If he was, it had to be psychosomatic, but at least it was something he could explain, if only to himself.

Those on the beach seemed to be finding less clothes to be a way to beat the heat. Some of the things he saw, or didn't really see because could that even be classified as clothing? defied the laws of gravity. And physics. Others seemed to not bother with the pretense of clothes and just go nude. Steve's eyes tried to stay solidly on the ground in front of him. Or the water. Maybe he should just go look at things that didn't have nipples... Jeez, it was getting hotter.

He fanned his shirt over his stomach, trying to get a little air, but it just wasn't enough. He had shorts and a t-shirt on and while he wasn't usually the type to go without at least a tank top on, his body was begging for air. He doubted anyone would notice, what with the smorgasbord of skin everywhere. Still, he double checked a bit before pulling his shirt off over his head, tucking part of it in the waistband of his shorts and sighing a bit in relief.

Good, but not good enough. Maybe he should take a dip in the ocean. It was certainly looking tempting...]

Scenario C

[WILDCARD! Want to run into him while he's in the ocean? Be my guest. Or maybe when he comes out. Or before when he's nibbling on his cone. Or after, even when the water's not helping as much as he'd like it to? Feel free. Not open to full on smut with him yet, but certainly willing to play flirtation and frustration and awkward boners. Or lady boners. I don't care. If you're uncertain about something, just send a PM and ask.]

Re: Steve Rogers | MCU | OPEN (M/F for anything leaning that way)

[complicity]

He was a familiar face, certainly, and a welcome one even, as Rebekah watched him walking down the beach before she lifted a hand in a slight wave.

"Doesn't seem like the temperature's going to improve at all." Although it was still better than the island heat wave.

In some ways.

Although if this one had the same side effects...

Well it was nothing new.

"Want something to drink?"

Tara Knowles | Sons of Anarchy | OTA for CR, M/F if it goes towards smut.

[repairing]

[Scenario 1. ]

She almost wished this wasn't a familiar experience to her by, but at least this time, she didn't have a collar around her neck. Tara touched the spot where the fading bruise from the injection was and the as she waln rubbed a hand over her eyes. The forest had her eyeing it warily, remembering the warnings about the one on the island before, but eventually she poked her head inside although she stayed close to the edge as she explored.

[Scenario 2]

The beach was familiar, although the lack of pissed off gods made her much less wary about actually going for a swim, dark hair slicked down to her scalp when she came back ashore, wringing it out from where it'd reached her shoulders again finally. The city itself, even if it was a prison of it's own sort, felt less restrictive than the island ever had.

So maybe she could finally relax here and try to forget things.

[Tara's a CRAU from Amat, so she'll have memories of people who were there if they show up here.]

Rebekah Mikaelson | The Originals | OTA.

[complicity]

After a year on the bloody island, waking up somewhere else was almost a relief, even if there was a mark on her neck from the bruise. The city was definitely more to her tastes once she'd gotten a good look around and Rebekah eventually settled on the sand of the beach, washing the waves crash onto the sand.

She can also be found swimming when she gets too warm.

[Or you can write your own starter ]

gary "eggsy" unwin | kingsman

[lesson]

i — skinny dipping

( he's been to the beach a handful of times in his life. a few when he was young — maybe not infantile, but young enough that the memories came in sporadic, incomplete flashes; like his memory had filled in the blanks from all the times his mum had told the story of the aggressive seagulls and his tayto crisps — and a few more when he'd been old enough that the allure of beaches was outright null and void. their timing had always been off, either too late in the summer or too early; the air had always been cold and the water even colder. the last time, his mum and stepdad had gotten into a spat over misreading the forecast, and he'd ultimately spent most of the day on the curb between sand and parking lot fiddling with his mobile. it was a whole day sort of trip, and the outcome never seemed fully worth the commute.

but it hadn't all been absolute shit. he imagined he'd go again with his sister when she was a bit older.

if he ever saw her again.

it's sorry thoughts like that — and pleasant view of small white crested waves breaking across the shore; the heavy heat making the back of his shirt sticky — that have eggsy peeling out of his jacket, button down, and trousers with record efficiency. for someone who'd had no plans on coming to the beach today (it was boiling, and he'd almost rather stay by the air conditioned shop fronts, what with that fancy allowance card they'd gotten) he's quick to head towards the water. but pauses. he's got no trunks, and half the fun of swimming is having dry clothes to climb back in to afterwards. he doesn't fancy that walk back to town with soaking pants wetting through his slacks the whole way. so with a cursory look around, he drops trou completely, and makes a dash for the water.

cool, refreshing water. perhaps a tad too cold, but nice and energizing after the almost lazy, sticky warmth of the day. eggsy wades; ducks his head under, and generally revels in relaxing until he spots another person testing the water. it's not a shriek on his lips, per se... but it kind of sounds like one. and he crouches a little awkwardly in the water in order to stay "appropriately" submerged. )

Didn't see you there, ( he mumbles. like, yup, that'll explain my undignified screaming. )

ii — sand castles

( maybe an hour or two after a near mortifying separation from his pants, eggsy's been reunited with his clothes and has since stopped giving a fuck about if he gets sand all over himself. it was going to happen one way or another— why not stop being a baby about it and indulge in a quintessential beach past time.

building a sand castle.

and if it looks like he's gotten a little too into it — with parapets, and sticks and leaves collected to serve as flags — then you're silly; there's no such thing as too into your sandcastle.

though too defensive of one? that's possible. because the second someone so much as kicks a little sand into the moat he's diligently shaping by hand, they get a rather grumpy: )

Oi, could you not?

iii — choose your own adventure

( want something else? need rescuing from drowning? sunscreen rubbed on your back? he's a nice guy and a great swimmer, and could probably help you with both! )

skinny dipping

[coy]

[ honestly, if you asked caroline why she was skinny dipping, she wouldn't be able to give you a straight answer. she just felt the impulse to do it, maybe because it was something oddly familiar. something she and bonnie and elena used to do when they were younger, in the falls. thinking they were being so edgy and all that.

or maybe it's really just because she wanted to go for a swim but didn't want to deal with a wet bra. either way, she's swimming in nothing but her underwear (she can go commando but with the top she's got, the ladies need some support). and she suddenly decides this is the worst/best idea when she hears this... squeal? is it a girl--

wait no, it's a guy.] Yeah, obviously. [ she replies, trying her hardest not to laugh, too much.] Are you okay? Please don't tell me there's, like, jellyfish or something.

zack fair | ffvii | ota

[yetahero]

i.
[ Nothing would have said died with honor like waking up on a beach exactly like this one, warm from the sun and smelling of the ocean. But this isn't exactly any sort of after or the Lifestream. Heck, maybe he hadn't actually died at all, and this is where he was supposed to end up after trying to fight his way back to Aerith and Midgar. Zack's been sitting on the thought for a while now, mostly scratching his head at how weird it all is and wondering if things could get back to his version of normal. Then again, not worrying about clones or Sepiroth or anything else is also an incentive to stay...

Eventually, he just sighs and flops back on the beach towel spread over the sand, sprawling out to take up as much room as possible. If he complains loud enough, someone might wander over to investigate, but he's not going to take this laying down on the job thing for granted. Which means rolling over and climbing to his feet to wander around.

There are plenty of couples and not-couples around, enough to make the slouch in his shoulders rather visible. Zack misses a lot of things, and just because he'd gotten stuck here first doesn't mean he doesn't stop thinking about it. About... certain people. He rubs at his face and decides that a distraction is in order, and the best way to do that is to dive head-first into something fun. He splashes into the water first, standing knee-deep in the waves that wash back against the shore, and then, by the time he's got some clear motivation in his head, he's sectioned off a spot to start building in the sand. He has to run back and forth to gather up wet sand so that it'll stick since he doesn't have anything to put water in, but it slowly takes on a familiar shape. If anyone's ever been in the slums, that is.

Some might say it's a cat, but mostly? It just looks like a couple of awkwardly shaped lumps. Still, he's grinning and trying to wave people over to help him. ]

ii.
[ Covered in sand and looking a hundred times happier than he'd started out, he's making his way toward the waves when-- oh, uh. He stops and looks up, shielding his eyes from the glare of the sun like the sky is going to tell him exactly what's going on and why he suddenly feels a bit, you know, unusual. But he deals with it the same way he deals with everything, ignoring it and pushing himself to the limit. That also means wading back into the water to cool off, and for some reason, Zack thinks the sun isn't exactly the culprit in all of this either.

He just feels... too hot.

So, he shoves out even further until the waves nearly knock him off his feet, and he turns, throwing his arms up like it'll get someone to come join him. Maybe it'll just be a friendly race to the closet buoy and back again. He's already got a head start as it is, which is why he wants to make it fair and forget about how weird his body feels. ]

iii.
[ For all your other scenario needs. Zack might be pushing himself into other conversations or swinging around one of the beach umbrellas like it's a sword. Or he could be trying to set up a game of volleyball with some reluctant participants. He might even be willing to share some ice cream or something with someone. The possibilities are endless here. ]

i, for maximum pain, also sorry this is kind of lame but i thought it would be cute???

[exonerates]

( she doesn't see him. she doesn't see much of anything but the horizon on the water, truthfully. she is at peace with things, the way they ended. she bears no ill will toward anyone. aerith believes that what was meant to happen has, indeed, happened. what puzzles her, concerns her, is that she is no longer a part of the life stream. she is standing in the water, in her summer dress, the blue and white one. the waves lap at her shins and her calves. it's very warm... but the water itself is refreshing and cool and it feels like renewal. her hair is telltale in the sunlight, her silhouette unmistakable to any who knew her. her back is to the beach as she looks into the sunlit sky, a smile on her lips.

this is what peace is truly meant to be, she thinks. she lifts a hand to shield her eyes, to better see the sun and the sky in the distance, the way the light glints off the water. )

Johnny Storm | FF4 Films | M/F for smut

[burnwithawesome]

[Scenario 1]

[Heat immunity happens to be one of Johnny’s powers, so the hot weather didn’t bother him at all. Honestly, his internal temperature was hotter than the weather itself. Still, that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy the beach. He hit it in only a pair of swimming trunks, flip-flops and a pair of sunglasses to protect his eyes.

He’d made up a little spot on the beach with a beach blanket laid out and a parasol over it. He had a surfboard stuck into the sand for later. On the blanket he could be found, lounging and just enjoying being out in the open air.]

[Scenario 2]

[And now it was later. Johnny couldn’t avoid getting into the water even if he tried. He can be encountered as he’s swimming out into the ocean to catch a wave or when he is coming in from the ocean. Though, if someone were to spot him coming in from the ocean, it would be easy to notice steam rising from his body as he heated himself to dry off.]


[Scenario 3]

[At some point during the day, Johnny can be found grilling some food. Because what is a day at the beach without some BBQ. Occasionally he will make the fire in the grill jump up high to help cook the food. And sometimes he lift up a piece and shoot a stream of fire from his hand to give it a finishing touch.]

2

[undomesticated]

[Riley's also out enjoying the water -- sans bathing suit. She hadn't planned to go in, so she hadn't brought one with her. Being a shifter, nudity wasn't generally a problem for her and when she'd seen others enjoying themselves, she hadn't had a problem with following suit. Or, no suit as the case may be.

She was paddling along on her back, eyes closed until she hears someone also splashing in her direction. Turning over, she looks around until she sees the unfamiliar face, giving him a smile and a wave.]

Hey. Great day for a swim, huh?

Riley Samson | Original Character | OPEN (F/M for anything leaning that way)

[undomesticated]

Scenario A

[She might not have asked to have come here, but when she was told she could pick where she wanted to be on the island, she'd chosen the area closer to the jungle. It wasn't home, but it reminded her of South America and her time there with her family. Alone here as she was, she felt like staying somewhere that made her feel more comfortable. Cities weren't the way to go with that.

So she'd come down to the beach to enjoy the breeze since the heat was all but unbearable. All she could think was that it was a good thing she wasn't sporting her fur at the moment, the idea making her want to just get naked in rebellion, just because.

She stayed clothed, for now, though she did wander along the sand, grabbing a drink from a vendor and enjoying it as she strolled. Being kidnapped wasn't exactly the high point in her life, but as far as prisons went, this one could be worse.]


Scenario B

[The heat had finally gotten to the point where nudity was an option, if only because she didn't have a suit to wear to go swimming and that's what she desperately wanted to do right now. She picked a tree that had a lovely red wreath of flowers around it, rolling up her clothes and stuffing them up in one of the crotches before stretching. The breeze, what little there was, played over her skin and she all but beamed as she started to march towards the water, fully intent on soaking to rid herself of the warmth that almost felt like it wasn't just coming from outside of her body.

She didn't walk like she was on display or showing herself off, more like she was comfortable in her nudity and wasn't concerned or bothered by it at all -- which was exactly the case. Riley was a shifter and when changing shape meant ripping the things you wore, you learned to limit your clothing wreckage by just taking them off beforehand. She'd never had a problem stripping down to shift or shifting and being nude before finding her clothes. It was just the way shifters were. Most of them, anyway. There was always that one person at large gatherings who was a creep, but for the most part, it was as far from sexual as one could get.

So there was no shame or showing off as Riley made her way down to start walking into the water, diving in when she was far enough in. Ah, that was the good stuff.]


Scenario C

[WILDCARD! Feel free to find her before/during/after any of the above, or make up your own situation that suits. Relevant information on her can be found here. PM if you need to ask anything.]

Rukia Kuchiki | Bleach

[fuyunomai]

Scenario A
She was comfortable enough with the beach that after the initial shock had worn off, Rukia found herself sitting in the sand and trying to make a modest sand castle. There didn't seem to be much else to do around here and getting herself into trouble wasn't something she wanted to do. She wasn't a fool. Being captive meant you were not in control of the situation. She also wasn't the type to sit idly by either. She was quietly thinking of all the ways she might escape, of whether her brother was worried for her.

"It's better that than he be here in such a wretched place..." she mumbles to herself, pushing sand around with her hands. The softness of it clung to her skin, wet and warm against her hands and her bare legs. She's wearing a modest enough bathing suit, comprising of a top that covered her stomach and a bikini skirt type of thing. Her short hair hangs in her face a bit as she pushes more sand around but she pays it no mind. If others choose to approach, she won't object to that either. After all they are all in the same situation, are they not?

Scenario B - warning: smut ahead

The heat was beginning to bother her. Rukia looks up from her work, building a miniature replica - however ugly it was - of the manor she lived in with her brother. Sighing, she wipes sweat from her brow and moves to a nearby beach towel, covered with an umbrella. Pressing her face to the warm cloth beneath her, she tries to ignore the burning heat in her skin. Try as she might, she finds herself turning to get comfortable again. It probably wasn't too smart to allow herself to become so vulnerable and yet she couldn't help it. Something felt off and she couldn't put her finger on it.

"Too hot..." she mumbles, eyes closed to block out the sunshine that blinded her. First she runs her fingers through her hair, before they drift over her swim suit and her bare skin. It was all unconscious movements, an attempt to stave off this heat somehow - though touching was only making it worse.

A - Platonic Fraaaaaaaaaands!

[leekspins]

No way...! Orihime had thought for sure that she was stuck here on her own, but she definitely recognized Rukia's distinct reiatsu. It wasn't completely unbelievable, really. If Orihime got dropped into this place, surely there would be other people she knew as well. She paused for only a moment before she dashed across the shore, kicking up clumps of sand as she hurried.

Sure enough, there was the shinigami she loved and looked up to. What she wasn't expecting was the immense relief and joy at seeing a familiar face. Thank goodness, she wasn't alone here! It made her feel a little guilty, because this definitely wasn't the sort of situation either of them should be in, but at least they didn't have to muddle through this on their own, right?

Orihime almost called out to her, eager to praise her sandcastle-making abilities, but realized that Rukia was muttering something. What was that...?

"Better for who?" she asked, hands clasped behind her back. Renji? Ichigo?

Ichigo Kurosaki | Bleach | OTA

[slaythemoon]

[ The beach really isn't where he'd planned to be today. In fact, he'd planned to be anywhere but the beach... which means that someone out there really had it out for him. The heat isn't bad, the water's nice, but the crowds aren't so great and sunburns are evil. Then again, burning sand is also not terribly enjoyable... ]


[Scenario A]
[ ...which is why he's taken to camping out on a blanket beneath a large umbrella away from the crowd. It means he can have a little bit of privacy, but it's also his own attempt at thwarting the side effects -not that it's working. The shade is nice, though, so it's not all bad.

Actually, it's not even that he's trying to keep people away. He's just really awkward with anything sexual so distancing himself from others seemed like his best bet. At least this way he doesn't spend his time trying to avert his eyes and hide a blush! Unfortunately, trying to fight it off is starting to wear at him and as much as he'd like to pretend he isn't, it's a little hard not to sneak a glance here and there. If caught, he'll just look away hurriedly.

What can he say? It's hard being seventeen. ]


[Scenario B]
[ ...and the lure of cool water is one he couldn't resist for very long. It's one thing to sit under an umbrella in the shade, but eventually even that becomes too hot and needing to cool off is inevitable. He'd tried to resist it as long as he could, if only because of the scars that were a little hard to explain, but in the end, the shirt he'd been wearing is left on the blanket while he's off playing in the water. It's been a while since he's been able to relax a bit, so he's going to try and enjoy this for as long as he's able... or until he accidentally splashes someone and has to apologize. ]


[Scenario C...YOA!]
[ Choose your own adventure! He's only 17 and a little shy with scantily clad or naked women (not so much with guys), but he won't ignore someone if they try to get his attention. Just don't expect him to remember your name later, because he sucks at that. ]

/gently touches your face

[fuyunomai]

[She feels a mixture of alarm and worry, seeing Ichigo here, but she finds it endearing that he has found time to relax. He was most likely worried about their situation, as she was, but was hiding it well. Trying to ignore how much the heat made her feel lightheaded and just plain hot, Rukia makes her way to the water, approaching him. She's worn human clothing around him before but this was a bit on the more scantily clad side. A bathing suit left little to the imagination.

When he nearly splashes her with a face full of water, she retaliates in kind, making a wave with her hands and then cupping water in them to pelt at him. The water was warm but more comfortable than the beach sand.]

Orihime Inoue | Bleach | F/M for ships, OTA otherwise

[leekspins]

Scenario A - At the Beach

[Orihime's actually pretty comfortable sporting a bikini. She'd been to the beach with friends a couple of times, and always wound up enjoying herself. This is the first time she's been to this beach, though, and admittedly she's impressed at the absolute beauty and exotic tropical appearance. Maybe she doesn't know anyone here just yet, but she will. Without the scientists' influence, she still would have been keen for company...just not in a romantic sense.]

[Setting down the basket of sandwiches and cold cans of lemonade, she laces her fingers together and stretches her arms overhead. Where to start?]

[By charging straight into the ocean, of course. Who could resist those gorgeous aquamarine waters?]

BANZAI!

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Scenario B - Running a Snack Shack

[As much fun as it might be to enjoy a day at the beach, people are going to get hungry and thirsty eventually, right? This is why Orihime's decided to run a juice bar/mini-bakery, with a few items on the menu with a little more substance. She knows her culinary tastes don't necessarily agree with everyone else's, so she keeps it simple, serving hot dogs, tuna sandwiches, and fresh wedges of watermelon in addition to the little pastries that she is good at baking. She finds that the best sellers tend to be tropical in nature--lime, coconut, pineapple--or chocolate. There are tarts, slices of cake, and custards topped with fruit and cream.]

[Working as she is with food, she's more conservatively dressed in a light hoodie and a pair of jean shorts, her hair pulled back into a ponytail. She's got her swimsuit on underneath in case business is slow and she feels the urge to go swimming, but for now, she's content to man the booth and make sure people don't go hungry.]

[As she mixes up a fresh batch of iced lemonade, she glances up as the swinging doors admit a new customer, and she beams.]

Hello! What can I get for you today?

[monkeythief]

[Sun has no clue how she has on a hoodie, light or otherwise. It's so warm out that he is pretty sure he'd die if he wore something like that. It's why he was only in a pair of swimming trunks and flip-flips and nothing else. He made sure to bring his wallet, though. He had to make a trip back to his place just to get it because he initially forgot it..but he had it now, and that's all that mattered.

So he's coming up and looking over what she has out.]

Do you have anything with banana in it?

Dante | DMC: Devil May Cry | OTA

[poked_heart]

A

[It reminded him of the beach at home, though it was missing the boardwalk and trash everywhere. This beach was strangely clean; Dante almost felt like it was too nice to even sit on.

Not that that... stopped him from doing as such. Despite how foreign it seemed to him (the water was actually blue, too, what's up with that) a beach was a beach, and anything that was a bit like home was welcome. Well, anything that reminded him of the good bits of home, anyway. The lack of demons, angels, and destruction was nice. He supposed.

Okay no, he missed the mayhem in some ways. At least it gave him something to do, to let out his frustration and anger. Here it was peaceful and quiet. Oh, there was a big bad lurking somewhere in the city, controlling their chips and making Dante want to punch them. Unfortunately they were proving harder to find than Mundus.

For now, he's going to just take a break and relax on this beach. He's got a towel out but no umbrella; he's not worried about getting burned. Yes, he's one of those assholes that just tans and tans and doesn't seem to ever burn. Feel free to kick sand on him or something for that.]

B

[But even Nephilim get hot after awhile, and this one eventually dives into the water. Of course, he's not content to just swim around, oh no. He's been meaning to test a few abilities of his in the water, to see if they work or not. So he may or may not be trying to, among other things, teleport and glide underwater, all with varying degrees of success. It's hard to see out in the ocean, but someone with a keen eye may be able to spot him doing... something weird, anyway. He'll reemerge now and again, wringing water from his shorts and catching his breath.]

B.

[magiheart]

[Nana was still exploring the beach a bit, finally wading out farther into the water. It wasn't quite as stifling here as it was on the shore. Occasionally, she tries swimming in circles or in other nonsense patterns, but she is stopped when someone suddenly surfaces close enough to startle her. This results in some splashing as she tries to swim back a bit to give the both of them space. He might have been aware she had been in his way or he might not have. Either way she is the first to apologize.]

Ah- I'm so sorry! [Her eyes widen a bit, taking him in. She wasn't exactly adept when it came to people but he certainly looked approachable enough. Maybe he would be forgiving? Or perhaps she would just sit here flushed with embarrassment while he staunchly denied her. She had no way of knowing.]

Nana | Original Character

[magiheart]

Scenario A

[Her neck still hurt a bit, from the injection of the chip. It reminded her far too much of the barcode branded just below it. Her home prided itself on advancements, just as this place seemed to, but the motives of her people were more clear to her than this place. Suddenly sending her and others to the beach was a bit perplexing, but it was still beautiful and warm out.]

Do all beaches look like this?

[She has a habit of thinking aloud, taking in the sights around her as she does. Her bathing suit was a bit revealing, much to her embarrassment, but there was nothing to really be done about it other than tolerate it. She had no other means to cover herself than the towel she currently sat upon.

Nana's auburn hair was pulled back from her face into a messy bun. All the better to keep it from sticking to the back of her neck in this heat. Someone who might want to approach her would find her sitting on her beach blanket, drawing shapes in the sand with her fingers. She might not have information that would be helpful to other newcomers like herself but at least they wouldn't be alone.]

Scenario B

[Nana stood chest deep in the water, attempting to cool off. She wasn't a fantastic swimmer but at least she could enjoy it this much. She leans back, stretching herself out to float as she stares up at the sky and the sun that blared down at her.]

Is it always this hot?

[She mumbles to herself, closing her eyes as she relaxes. She is distantly aware that perhaps she should pay attention to where she is floating, to avoid bumping into someone. All the same it was comfortable in the water, even if it also made her feel just as hot as the sun did. The heat was lulling her into a relaxed state.]

[[ooc: Both options have a potential for smut build up so have at it /o/ just let me know if that's where you wantit to go! Nana's info can be found here and if there's any questions just ask]]

a

[yetahero]

[ He's been running around so much it's a wonder he hasn't actually exhausted himself from all the excitement. Or gotten sick from eating all that ice cream, which he sadly has none of when he takes a seat next to Nana. Zack catches the tail-end of her question, rubbing at the back of his beck as he thinks about it and squints up at the sky. It's so blue, so clear. He wonders... ]

It's nicer than some I've seen before, that's for sure. Heh... [ Zack gives her a grin. ] Is this your first time?

[ At the beach obviously. Not — well!!! You know. ]

Akane Tendo | Ranma 1/2 | F/M for ships, OTA for anything else.

[macho_tomboy]

[OOC: I'm a little rusty, please be gentle!]

Akane didn't care what a bunch of holograms said: she wasn't going to be someone's breeding mare. If they wanted to run their creepy experiments, fine, so be it! But if anyone tried to make a move, she was going to drive her fist right into his nose.

She kept her fear disguised behind a veneer of disgust. Her shoulders were thrown back, chin held high, as she marched out of the hospital. The bruise on the side of her neck throbbed with pain, but she refused to let it show. She was too stubborn. Besides, she was 100% sure that Ranma would find out what had happened to her and show up to argue and bicker rescue her just in the nick of time. Until then, she would act as if none of this bothered her in the slightest.

At the beach, she spread out her towel, and set down a basket with a lunch she'd bought at the market. She pushed her sunglasses to rest on top of her short, dark hair, and crossed her legs as she reclined on her elbows with a book in her hands. Yes, she was totally relaxed, just enjoying the sun.

Or so she believed. Even to the most casual observer, it was obvious that Akane was wound tight enough to snap given the slightest provocation.

Re: Akane Tendo | Ranma 1/2 | F/M for ships, OTA for anything else.

[recombined]

"...Is something wrong?" Al was a little cautious approaching her, recognizing a familiar level of tension equal to Winry-is-about-to-throw-things-at-Ed.

aerith gainsborough ; final fantasy vii ; open to all.

[exonerates]

a;

( there is a kind simplicity in the way things feel on this beach. it's a little warmer than she's accustomed to, but... it is peaceful. the sound the waves lapping against the shore as the water ebbs and flows reminds her a great deal of the lifestream. it's not the lifestream, of course. she feels herself in a less wispy way, feels... tangible. she sits with her back to the sand and her feet in the water, her arms looped lazily around her shins as her head rests against her knees. she isn't doing much of anything interesting... just watching. she watches people as they pass, smiling and happy... she watches sandcastles being built, fish jumping, the way the sunlight dances on the water.

she watches life. aerith is quiet in her existence, but exquisite. there is something about her that resonates peace and comfort, and she is happy to engage any company that may befall her. feeling troubled? sad? maybe just a little lonely? sit by the girl on the beach with the bow in her hair. she won't turn away a soul. )

b;

( in her love of flowers and her gentle innocence, aerith is picking the flowers that keep popping up. in spite of the fact that they seem to make the air sweeter and heavier, that her cheeks flush and her temperature elevates, she gathers them for a beautiful bouquet. she just happens to be glancing around, quite a bit, and those around her in the meantime. they're just as attractive as the flowers, she thinks.

is the sun growing warmer? or is it just her? )

b. because why not.

[hermetics]

[ Ed had never been to the ocean before and he was honestly pretty fascinated by it, but the sand and the salt water weren't exactly agreeing with the joints of his automail no matter how badly he wanted them to. Even avoiding wading in the water, given how much he despised swimming anyway, they had creaked in distaste at the moist air and it was too hot to really want to deal with it anyway.

So instead he'd made his way back towards the slightly harder ground where the flowers were in bloom. It was a little bit more heavily scented, but he didn't find it entirely unpleasant. He'd expected that given the heat he'd be more alone up here anyway, so it was a little surprising to see someone walking around and picking their own bunch.

Even if he normally avoided other girls, it was hard to not notice that she was certainly pretty, and he could feel his face warm as he watched her, much as he might try to deny it. Eventually, he decided to get a little closer, clearing his throat so that he hopefully wouldn't startle her when he actually spoke. ]

Wouldn't you prefer to be swimming in this kind of weather?

dean winchester | supernatural | ota (m/f for smut)

[mulletrock]

[It's pretty damn hard to feel hot under the collar when there's no collar to speak of. This is probably the least he's had on, ever, and it's not even the bare minimum. Dean stripped down to his jeans and went into the water leg deep. Now he's sprawled out on the beach, beer in hand, letting the sandy residue on the rolled up denim dry.

For being held against his will, right now Dean can't really complain. It's not like he's gonna plant some chick into the earth and take her to town. Shifting between the ocean and the sand is enough to offset the angry nosedive his hormones keep taking. He's got a lot of practice when it comes to handling that part of himself anyway.

Anything you might have to say is gonna fall on deaf ears. He's got headphones hooked into his ears while he rests. That also means that he might not hear you coming if you're light footed. Something or someone he can't feel from the movement of sand. He's preoccupied with music that should've stayed on vinyl and a beer that he might just marry if it stays cold.]

[magiheart]

[Nana had gone probably a little too crazy, collecting seashells. She'd never been to the beach before and this place seemed to be giving her the opportunity to go all out and enjoy herself. She might get a little sunburned later but the cost seemed to outweigh the benefits.

Unfortunately for Dean, with her bucket of seashells, Nana was at a disadvantage when her bucket of seashells was large enough to obscure her view. As she walked by him, her sandal became caught on some sort of twig in the sand, startling her into tumbling forward in an ungraceful heap and resulting in several of her seashells spilling onto him in all their sandy seashell glory.]

Ah-!! [For a moment all she can do is lay there in embarrassment, still face planted in the sand, embarrassed out of her mind. Righting herself, she brushes the sand off of her skin.]

I'm so sorry!! I didn't drop the bucket on you did - [And of course she can't finish her sentence because it's painfully obvious she did drop the whole bucket onto him. Hopefully not on his head??? She's so sorry, Mr. Stranger-!!]

Chloe | Noir (AU) | Open

[true_noir]

She was lying back on the beach in a one piece bikini that formed to the lithe and toned body that she'd helped sculpt, perfect and keep up over the years. The purple-haired girl kept her eyes closed while she hummed at the sensations that she felt coming through the beach towel. They were a ... familiar thing, a very familiar thing in fact. It was to the point where she was both deeply irritated to feel these things again, and at the same time deeply amused by the fact that in yet another strange place she felt them.

She wasn't fighting. Oh no, there was little point in fighting those sensations. But... what was the rush?

(OOC: Teasing at the idea of an AU Canon transfer from Amat. If you don't want to deal with it for this, just PM me and we'll go with pure canon Chloe. The difference for our purposes is minimal, though if you want smut and you're a guy? AU. She won't give you the time of day from canon.)

gimme your AU I want all of it

[brandedrose]

Chloe's not the only one who's noticed it. Aphrodisiacs embedded in nature were nothing new to Lightning; wasn't the water spiked half the time or some such on Atia? It's met with a roll of her eyes, which when done end up landing on Chloe's outstretched form on the sand. Well, if Lightning was going to be stuck with anyone on a aphrodisiac-laced beach, Chloe was one on her short list she'd choose to be stuck with.

So over she strolls to her, donned in a bikini as well, though her bottom half is covered with a towel. She stops when she's a few feet away from Chloe, turning to face the ocean.

"You feel it, too?"

Edward Elric | FMA manga (CRAU) | Open, though m/f for anything smutty.

[hermetics]

[ Even though it rarely snowed in Risembool, the heat was never quite as bad as this. Given that he wasn't one who handled being uncomfortable very well and the way the heat loomed down on him, it was easy to understand why Ed might look a little grumpy. Or well, extremely grumpy, actually. The sun was making his automail practically burn into his skin and given the swimsuit he'd woken up in on the beach, it was hard to cover up and make it comfortable.

Swimming was out given the tendency for rust and the lack of buoyancy of metal. So he did the only thing he could do; he stretched out on the sand, arms above his head and using his flesh one as a sort of pillow under his neck. He remembered the way the heat had affected him on the island of Atia and he knew this could easily lead to no good. But he also knew it would be out of his hands if things were going to go down the usual perverted route, so he tried to not think about it if he could. ]

Just passing through here.

[recombined]

[After all the arrival information had settled in, Al had set out to explore, because the city was unlike anything he'd ever seen before and that more than anything held his attention.

Although the beach eventually drew him, and while the heat was hotter than he could remember it being, it was the beach.

He'd already been swimming and come out of the water, drying his face before he caught sight of the sun glinting off...

Except the last time he'd seen Ed, he'd been fully intact, and it had Al walking over, his mind already trying to figure out why his brother had automail limbs again.]

Brother?

Hiccup Haddock | How to Train Your Dragon | M/F for smut, but OTA

[horrendoushaddock]

(A)

[ Heat or no heat, Hiccup was determined to get any idea of what this island was like in every area. He'd been through a good chunk of it since he'd woken up here; the mountains had been the first area he'd gone to, reminding him of home, and the desert had been his next area of choice. Ending up on the beach unexpectedly might have been annoying, but it let him get to looking at the tropical area of this island a little quicker than he'd planned before.

So instead of heading straight into the water, he'd turned back to go and look at the foliage; the flowers and trees, the firmer ground they grew in. He only wished he had Toothless here with him so he could get a better look from above, see what the variances were from afar and explore the most interesting looking areas. Thinking about his friend hurt, though, and he tried to push it from his mind to instead study the land, hoping it would lead to some kind of clues. ]

(B)

[ Eventually, the heat was enough to make even him uncomfortable. He'd pulled off his shirt and shoe, diving into the water for just a brief moment of relief. Even though his peg leg occasionally liked to sink into the sand, not used to not having a rocky bottom for support, he went out far enough to allow himself to float more freely, letting himself enjoy the cool water as it splashed over his skin.

He'd never dealt with heat like this and he wasn't quite sure how to handle it, but he was glad for the small moment of feeling a little cooled off. ]

B

[imnotmean]

[ To say that Astrid didn't like the heat was an understatement. She handled the cold back home with ease and so getting used to the heat was less than desirable. Still, having taken a break to make her way down to the water had proven to be a wise idea when the view of her shirtless intended greeted her. He didn't seem to notice her at first, so instead she simply leaned against one of the nearby palm trees and soaked in the view. She'd long since given up on furs, boots, and leathers, but her axe was never far from her person. Toying with it while she enjoyed the view before her eyes. For awhile she watched, before finally whistling low. ]

The heat sucks, but it sure is gorgeous here.

Astrid Hofferson | HTTYD | OPEN

[imnotmean]

[ When going to the beach, the common activities usually included swimming, sunbathing, and relaxing; Astrid was involved in none of those things. In fact, she was partaking in the ever enjoyable activity of teaching a palm tree the very extent of her axe skills. Everything inside of her felt on edge. She enjoyed traveling and adventures more than the average person, but the nature of this place was not an experience that had left her eager to further explore it's boundaries. The motivations were questionable and having been stranded without most of her friends hadn't made her particular happy. She liked being free and not even her beloved dragon was there, leaving her wondering if she was okay back home.

The palm tree that was the present target of her aggression, at least made a quiet adversary, and so she continued to toss her axe, grab it back and toss it again. She repeated the rhythmic practice as it started to at the very least calm her nerves down. Anyone might be nervous about the viking girl if they saw her, though she was really not dangerous in nature. She could be very gentle and kind, but she preferred to come off as strong, as kept the appearance as a form of armor in the face of potential threats. And at this point, she considered just about everything on this island, a threat. ]

[true_noir]

[Someone was throwing sharp, pointed, metal things at harmless trees? Oh, this was something that Chloe had to get in on. The first indication that Astrid wasn't alone came from the blade that slammed into the tree just below her axe after her latest throw. Short, thin and razor sharp, the throwing knife jutted out with little warning.

A short, thin and purple haired figure in a one-piece padded up behind Astrid seconds later. She smiled in her general direction, not even bothering to hide the fact that she was sizing the other girl up. Another knife was in one hand, though she only had the two today, at least visibly. It was hard to conceal them in a bathing suit.]

It takes practice to be accurate with one of those.

Winry Rockbell | FMA Manga | OPEN

[automechanic]

[ While this place was less than ideal in some of it's expectations, the weather and the beaches were one of the perks. After having had a few days on the island, she was at least getting used to the way things were. Rushing home didn't seem to be much of an option and though she was not a person who enjoyed remaining stagnant, a break was always a welcome change. Besides, she'd already found ways to keep herself busy with assorted metals she had collected. Nothing could stop the automail mechanic from doing what she loved. Especially when her best client was there. Today though, in the burning heat, she was just enjoying the beach. Laying out on a towel, she had her eyes closed, as she drifted through her thoughts and soaked up the rays. She was actually surprisingly relaxed and though a few worries played her mind, she was enjoying herself.

Dressed only in a simple two piece swimsuit with her hair down around her shoulders, she looked the vision of relaxation, despite the situation. Life had handed her worse, she she figured she could handle whatever the island threw at her. Meanwhile, for a girl who had never been to the ocean or enjoyed a real beach, she was happy enough to just be where she was. ]

[hermetics]

[ There were few things in the world that would call Ed's attention as much as Winry in a bikini. Even if he had a hard time admitting it out loud, the girl's body was something to be admired. He smiled a little as he came over to her, going to flop down in the sand beside her, ignoring the way the grains found their way into the cracks of his automail. Something he was sure would not go unnoticed to someone like Winry, but what could you do? ]

Man, this weather is killer, huh? What I wouldn't give for some cool mountain breezes right now.

Gracia Hughes | FMA: Manga/Brohood [CRAU] OTA, M/F if things go that way

[notthispie]

After her visit with Ed, Gracia's enjoying the beach, though not in a bathing suit. She's just wading in the ocean for a little while, enjoying the warm weather and without the worry of rampaging goddesses.

Or else she's in the gardens, looking at the beautiful blooming flowers, quietly humming to herself.

Elijah Mikaelson | The Vampire Diaries/Originals | Open

[original_honor]

It had been three days since he'd arrived and Elijah, had dealt with the situation with his normal attitude. The last thing he remembered from home was watching Rebekah hold Kol in his arms as he passed, (again) and his expression tightened around the eyes as the scene played through his mind again, his gaze on the waves crashing on the shoreline.

Being the subjects of experiments didn't sit well with him, but he'd explored the city and found no means of escape, which corroborated everything he'd been told.

And he'd woken up on the beach this morning, his gaze drifting to the ocean before taking in the other occupants. Apparently socialization was the name of the game for the day.

So be it.

He shifted to standing, walking down the beach to the water's edge.

[louisianawolf]

Hayley was swimming around in the cool water wearing a two piece swimsuit when she spotted a familiar face on the beach. She gets out of the water, rings her hair as dry as she can and walks over to him. "I'm not entirely sure if I'm surprised you're here or not." She says with a smile.

Sun Wukong | RWBY | females for smut

[monkeythief]

[Normal Scenario]

[Sun's choice of swimming trunks were a little..on the nose for a guy that had a monkey tail. But if he tried to say he didn't enjoy bananas, then that would be an absolute lie. The same as if he said he didn't enjoy the sun, heat and sandy beach.

He was intent on enjoying his day here, even if this place still struck him as being really really weird. He found it hard not to actually enjoy himself at the beach. So Sun can be found either strolling down the beach, swimming or otherwise playing in the water or just lounging on his beach blanket.]


[Smut Scenario]

[The side effects started to set in after an hour or so of being out here. Sun was trying to ignore it, though. But it wasn’t doing him any good. He’d secured a drink and was holding it with his tail instead of his hands. He was sitting underneath his beach umbrella, but he didn’t look wholly comfortable at the moment, fidgeting just a bit.

He hoped that a nice cold beverage would extinguish the heat that had built up in him, but so far, it hadn’t even come close. He was starting to think he just needed to get somewhere, somewhere away from this area on the beach.]

Graham Aker ( Gundam 00 ) OTA

[amorousvirgo]

option i

[ The beach didn't seem like any way to alleviate his frustration at this situation, but what else could he do when it seemed like everyone else was headed that way? For all the changes he had undergone since the first appearance of the Gundams, he was still a creature that craved being around people. Even if only as someone standing off to the side, or in this case, lying by his lonesome on a beach towel.

He had sunglasses over his eyes, and his toned, soldier's body was covered in boardshorts and sunscreen. The sunglasses did little to cover up the scars that took up a good portion of the right half of his face, but they made them look a little less striking. Sun bathing would hopefully do away with some of the paleness all of his time in space brought about. At least Billy would be happy to see him with Earth safely beneath him.

He was down at a relatively unoccupied end of the beach, but with the way people were filling the place up, it would be inevitable that somebody would eventually take up a spot near him. ]

option ii

[ After some time sunbathing, Graham decided it was time to do something a little more active. Enough time in space, and not having the fortune of being an Innovator, had taught him that physical exercise was needed no matter where one was. He'd managed to find a beach ball before he had headed down, and now he was in the process of kicking it back and forth as if he were working with a soccer ball.

The larger size and softer material made being exact with how he moved it more difficult, but that was part of the challenge. Part of the fun. He kept shuffling the ball back and forth between his feet, moving back and forth along the sand as he kept it going. He was good, but would probably do better with a partner for some play. ]

option iii

[ If neither of the above work, feel free to toss Graham into any other scenario. He's a pretty lively guy under normal circumstances. Open to smut options for both M/F and M/M. ]

II

[strengthtohelp]

[Noa didn't participate in most physical activity growing up, due to his health. However, after the events of being shifted into the Shard Casting world, manifesting his own Shard powers, and using them in battle and defense of various causes, he gained more physical strength than he thought imaginable for someone of his countenance. That said, even if he could physically handle whatever game the person kicking the ball around was playing, he didn't know the rules and regulations. When the ball rolled errant and stalled after hitting his ankles, he looked down at it and squinted before turning his gaze to the young man it seemed to belong to.]

Do you want me to kick this back to you? [He scratched his temple sheepishly.] I'm afraid I don't know how to play this game.

apollo | original | ota for both cr and smut ('8

[irritating]

one
[ It's only after Apollo spent her immediate arrival kicking and screaming that she's calmed down enough to go out and do something like go to the beach. At least this reminds her of home - the sand, the sun, and the sea - and it helps soothe her a little. She could call herself comfortable, even, lying in the sand purring gently under the warmth of the sun.

It also doesn't seem to matter to her whether or not there's anything nude about this particular beach - she's sunbathing, so she is quite pointedly topless. You can't sunbathe in clothes, now can you? No, you can't (you can), so there is absolutely a mostly naked woman with little brown wings, various tattoos, and more than a couple piercings, lying about in the sand. Though she does roll over onto her stomach sometimes - maybe you'll catch her a little more decent. ]

two
[ Another thing one doesn't need clothes for is swimming, so naturally, that is also an activity she can be caught doing. Or, more accurately, she is more or less just... floating about, not really actively going anywhere or staying anywhere either. If nothing else it keeps her cool and happy, enough to give a little splash to some of the people she passes. ]

[the_least_i_could_do]

Unlike most of the people at the beach, Vector wasn't that fond of the heat. Especially the sun beating down on him. He was from a world of perpetual night, so the bright light was very harsh on his eyes. He shaded a hand over his face as he trudged down the beach through the groups of people.

He also discovered as he did this, that he was the most dressed out of well...everyone. At least he decided not to wear his armor out here. He just had his thin, matte black undersuit rezzed up to try and keep from overheating. It covered him neck to foot, even his hands, and hugged each curve and hard line of lean muscle. Of course his disc was docked to his back. Though he had circuit lines here and there that glowed a sullen red, the bright sunlight did much to keep it from being really noticeable.

On top of all this, the fact that people were being particularly amorous didn't remain un-noticed. Despite his personal discipline and training, he couldn't help but feel subtle responses to the stimuli - which didn't help the overheating situation.

Perhaps wading into the water was a good idea to cool off then.

He grimaced to himself as he waded gingerly into the water. It was probably a good thing he remained covered. He'd probably blind anyone who looked at him due to his very pale skin. No one was going to see a tan or even a sunburn on this program.

Vector sighed and closed his eyes as went into the water so that it reached just above his waist, savoring the coolness of it. He much preferred temperature controlled environments. He didn't have that here, so he had to improvise. He had attempted to avoid the groups of people in the water, and had gone towards a quieter part, but he still managed to bump into someone just the same while he waded through.

"Ah. My apologies..." He muttered, opening his eyes and looking down at the brilliant and attractive red head.