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

[automailed]

I don't need things to do! I can keep myself busy just fine!

[Geez, it's not like she's the colonel or anything, he doesn't need to get jobs from her.]

[godbent]

For now. You'll be as bored as the rest of them soon enough.

[automailed]

If I end up getting that bored, why should I come to you first?

[godbent]

Because I'll give you things to do every time.

[automailed]

You're too demanding, I haven't even done the first job you wanted done yet.

[godbent]

Then maybe you should get to work on it already!

[automailed]

Wh- you want me to do it now?

[godbent]

Yeah, why not? You can't swim anyway, right?

[automailed]

That doesn't mean I came here to work the whole time. Isn't this supposed to be a vacation?

[godbent]

Exactly, and this is a recreational use of your alchemy!

[automailed]

It's not recreation, it's putting me to work.

[godbent]

No, it's something nice and easy for you. [Patting him on the back now!]

[automailed]

[Scowl. Scowl. Scowl. After a lengthy, sullen moment of consideration, he finally pushes himself to his feet and stretches out.]

Fine, fine. But you have to help too!

[He's not about to do all the work on his own, and Al deserves to have his fun instead of doing a job he didn't even agree to do.]

[godbent]

Oh yeah, have the shortest one here help you out.

[She mutters this before getting ready to go herself. She'll help him out, might as well]

[automailed]

[.....That's right.

He glances over at her, stepping up and lifting a hand to level it at her height, measuring himself against her. ...Three inches! This is a beautiful thing.

With a satisfied smirk he turns away, heading for the edge of the mountain.]

Size has nothing to do with it! I just need you to keep count. It'll go faster with two.

[godbent]

[ . . . ]

Alright, alright.

[She falls into pace behind her. Is he seriously that intent about his height? What even. Siiigh]

[automailed]

[Hey the height is totally important, brosis. Upon reaching the rocks, he glances up and takes a good look at their options. There's a lot of little trees dotting the ground closest to the beach, and further up, larger, more impressive hardwood. With a bit of creative rock transmutation, a few could easily be forced to slide down the side of the rock face. He walks a few feet up the cliffside, tapping a foot down to see how solid it is, then gestures at her to move away.]

Stand back, and make sure no one comes too close. I'll be back with the trees.

[Then, with a clap of his hands, he touches the rock and lets it carry him up the cliff to where the larger trees are. Why climb when you can take the express route, right?]

[godbent]

[She gives a half-hearted solute and sighs before she takes a few steps back and turns to face the beach with folded arms. Yes, his stone thing was cool but on principal she needs to make a point]

[automailed]

[His little rock transit was dual-purposed- in order to create it, it drew rock from the mountain side, creating a convenient trench right up to the first tree he'd selected. it's tall, looks sturdy enough, and the branches don't stretch out too far, which means it's less likely to whack somebody on the way down.

With another clap, he presses a hand against the base of the trunk, using deconstruction this time; with a heavy crack, the alchemy tears through the tree, effectively acting as a one-hit axe, and it pitches forward, sliding down the trench to the beach.

One down! And one more around that size should do it. He moves on to the next tree.]

[godbent]

[NO SHE WILL NOT LOOK.

Okay she glances back a few times but her pride is on the line here so she doesn't really look back in earnest even if she sort of wants to she just has to stand here being surly and annoyed and stuff]

[automailed]

[Well fine, be that way. Like he cares if you miss the show. :| Another tree follows the first, and once he's satisfied that those two should be enough, he turns around and slides back down to where Haruhi's waiting.]

...What's wrong with you?

[SUCH A SCOWLY FACE]

[godbent]

That's my tough action-girl body guard face!

[With a huff, she looks back at him and then at the tree-logs. Hm]

Who's carrying those?

[automailed]

[...This girl has too much free time. But whatever, there's still a couple of transmutations left. Stepping over to the edge of the trees, he claps again and touches the main trunks, converting them into stacks of wood planks. Much easier to carry.]

We can carry them like this.

[godbent]

[Turn and... oh jeez]

Can't you make a cart or something? This'll be a ton of trips.

[automailed]

Even with a cart we'd need someone strong enough to pull it, and Al's probably the only one. I'm not about to ask him to do all the work.