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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[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.

[godbent]

I meant two cards - one for both of us, it'll make it more like four trips as opposed to forty.

[She's overshooting the number, but]

[automailed]

[Forty trips, pfft. Well, if she's in that much of a hurry, no skin off his back. It's not like transmutations are difficult to pull off, since all it takes is a clap.

So, yet another clap, yet another flash, and a section of the wood pile shifts into a pair of carts, already filled with wooden planks.]

Better?

[godbent]

[Oh. She nods - okay, that works. She actually didn't expect that to work as ready - and she vaguely wonders if you can make a cart without metal things here at least for hinges.]

Okay, that works.

[She'll just go and get her own cart]

[automailed]

[You'd be amazed at what one can do with the power to completely reconstruct matter. All it takes is simple fusion.

He hefts up a cart and follows suit, brows furrowing.]

Are you going to name it anything?

[godbent]

[Aaaand that snaps her out of her reverie. She blinks once or twice before - Oh! The boat. Re-adjusting her grip on this cart=]

....True! It's a boat, so I'll have to name her, won't I?

[automailed]

I've heard it's some kind of tradition, anyway. [Though he's not sure why, it's not like people normally name their cars.]

[godbent]

Yeah, a sacred one at that... [Hmm... biting her lip. What to name it...]

[automailed]

[Sacred tradition? He didn't think it was that serious. But oh well, he'll give her some time to think, dumping out his first load of wood onto the sand and heading back for another.]

[godbent]

[She dumps her load soon after, before, with a sigh, turning around to go get another one. Okay, so the process is sped up it's still irksome]

[automailed]

[And unless she comes up with a brilliant name on the spot in the next little while, he'll keep working until all the wood is moved, and after that, it'll be transmutation time. Three cheers for a job well done, eh?

can he take a break yet]

[godbent]

[Yes, three cheers indeed. No, she does not come up with a name just like that, but she does pat him twice on the back (below the wings) once all the moving is done. Good work, alchemist boy. Good work]