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.

Comments

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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!

[automailed]

[Bwahaha. He only holds her there for a second or two, though, it's not like he's out to drown her.]

Ha! You didn't even make it a challenge.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

You jerk!

[automailed]

You were definitely asking for it!

[It was a challenge, a challenge! Accept it gracefully!]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah? Then I suppose you're asking for this!

[She grabs a hold of his shoulders and pushes all her weight on him so that she may push him into the water. She also tries to aim it so that his top half is facing toward the beach. She's not out to dunk him as much as she is to just pin the stupid boy.]

[automailed]

Gah! H-hang on...! [The rest of what he has to say is lost as he falls over and splutters, arms pushing himself upwards to try and keep from going under. She wins this round, apparently.]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

[automailed]

[Her expression caught him off guard for a moment, but before he could ask her what's wrong, she's splashing him again, and he's jerking back with a small flail, hand lifting to wipe his face.]

Hey! Enough with the splashing already, I'm completely soaked!

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

And that's how it should be!

[automailed]

[He at least is able to sit up now, draining some of the water out of his hair.]

This would be a lot better if I could swim. I bet Al and me would be swimming all over the place if we'd been brought here a day later.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

You mean after the Promised Day?