The Breeze in Your Hair and the Sand Between Your Feet

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Who: Open to FMA crew + Haruhi, and Sokka (Later on?)
What: Beach party + Camping/Sailing for the teens
When: 16 (Start) → 20 (Return for the teens)
Where: Beach!
Summary: An outing to the beach!
Rating: PG-13 (Shouldn't get worse than that, though?)

While Ed is cooperating and the weather is pleasant a decision is made to go to the beach and have some fun! This will work similar to a mass action log, and y'all can create and reply to threads as you see fit.

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[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

You get used to it, don't worry! Plus the weather is warm enough.

[automailed]

[Well at least it's only on one leg. He goes a little further into the water, letting his flesh-and-blood toes curl curiously in the sand as the waves roll over the shore. Before he gets too far in, he bends down, scooping up some of the water and splashing it on his face. ...Huh.]

The saltwater feels really strange, compared to the rivers in the village. [He kinda likes it.]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Doesn't it? And breathe in the air. That's strange too, right? But in a good way!

[automailed]

[He does the same, nodding in agreement a moment later.]

Yeah! That's incredible. And it feels great, too. I'm glad we decided to come here.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you came! It isn't often I get you to do something fun.

[automailed]

There's nothing wrong with having fun once in a while. Al keeps bugging me to relax every now and then, so it's something I should start working on.

[He just... never thought he could do it, before now. Weird.]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Well, after this trip, we'll stop nagging you. This is the perfect break.

[automailed]

Hey! It's cold, remember? [He can't really bring himself to get mad about it though- he can't remember the last time he felt so free, and he's determined to enjoy it. Not only that, but she's genuinely having fun, and he's been worried about that since she got back from the draft. So with a little smirk he crouches down and splashes her right back, a little harder than she'd splashed him.]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Take it like a man, Ed!

[automailed]

Take it yourself! [Aaand doing it again. Who knew that water could be so fun? Then again they probably did this as kids, so it's more nostalgic than anything else. They ought to bring Al next time, he's fine as long as the seal doesn't get washed off, after all.]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Ed!

[automailed]

[Enjoy the speedy, watery kick of automail, Winry! Because that's his retaliation.]

No complaints now when you started it!

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Jerk!

[automailed]

[He can't help but laugh a bit, though he steps forward, offering out a hand to help her up.]

Sorry, sorry.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

[automailed]

[jkhhfddsjhf!!! Have a flailing, unbalanced alchemist trying not to land on you and probably failing miserably.

...So much for keeping the automail dry.]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Hah!

[automailed]

[Now he's the one spluttering, pushing himself out of the water and shaking his head, water flying everywhere.]

Look what you did!

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

I know! Isn't it great?

[automailed]

How is it great? I'll be washing salt out of my joints for a month!

[But if she gets a good look, he's trying to fight back a smile.]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Not if you wash properly!

[automailed]

[He doesn't bother blocking or dodging it, but he does lift a brow, the smile finally cracking past his sullen look.]

You know that means you're asking for it, don't you?

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

I think I can handle anything you dish out.

[automailed]

If you say so. [And then he puts a hand on her head to dunk her.]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Hey!