The Breeze in Your Hair and the Sand Between Your Feet

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

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 know. [Just this weird hunch.] You seem really happy here. And even with what's happened, it seems safer than Amestris.

[It's not like he'd want her to stay, but it's not like he could drag her away from Luceti unwillingly, either.]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Ed, don't be an idiot! I love my friends here, yes, but my family is back home. You're back home. I can't just... give you and Al up!

[automailed]

I-I never said you should! I was just asking!

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

I can't deny that... that I thought about how nice it would be to keep the people I grew to love here around, but home is - it's where I belong. Everyone goes home eventually anyway. It's just a matter of time.

[automailed]

...Yeah. And I can't just sit around waiting for whoever's running this place to send us back. I want us all to go together.

[Including Hughes. Even if he doesn't blame Ed and Al for his death, that guilt is still there. If they can fix what happened...]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Ed, I...

[automailed]

What is it?

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

No, it can wait. At least until after the weekend.

[automailed]

Uh, okay. [If you say so :| She's lucky he's still in full-blown chillax mode.]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

If you ask about it after the weekend I promise to tell you, okay?

[automailed]

Yeah, fine. [Even if he'll probably forget. Lots on his mind post-experiment and all that. He stands up, brushing a bit of water off and offering out a hand to her.] Come on, we should dry off before I start rusting right here in the water.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I wouldn't want my work to go to waste.

[automailed]

[He pulls her up with a grin, then pokes around in the water with a foot to retrieve his sandals. They'd sort of shuffled off during the splashfight.]

I wouldn't want that, either. This automail's the best I've ever had.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Oh come on. One day when I finish my apprenticeship I'll make you automail that's at least ten times better.

[automailed]

I don't know, maybe by then we'll finally get our bodies back and I'll have said goodbye to automail forever!

[Which isn't really true, since any trading he does with the Gate will be for Al's body, but he's not about to tell anyone that.]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Oh come on! Won't you miss the soothing whir of the gears, impeccable form, or infinite possibilities automail can offer?

[automailed]

Yeah, and I can't forget the rehabilitation, nerve re-connection, rusting, burning up in the heat, frostbite in winter, not being able to swim...

[He could make one hell of a list as to why automail is a pain in the ass. Though it's undeniable that sometimes it comes in handy; he's avoided a lot of injuries over the years thanks to those two metal limbs.]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Hmph, don't be a baby. How many times has my automail saved your life?

[automailed]

[...W-well. Probably a lot.]

That doesn't mean I can't keep wishing it was a real arm!

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

When you do get it back you'll be wishing you still had a set of automail. Especially as technology continues to advance!

[automailed]

Just how advanced to you think an unfeeling piece of metal is going to get?

[Which is oversimplifying it, but seriously, you can't beat flesh and bone.]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Well maybe one day will be able to install sensors which can make it feel!

[automailed]

Weren't you the one who said you were going to encourage us getting our bodies back? Make up your mind, weirdo mechanic.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

I'm allowed to support you and still try to convince you to like automail, aren't I? Automail is a beautiful feat of engineering! You should admire it! Do you know most worlds don't even have the technology to support it? But I guess I shouldn't expect an alchemy geek like you to understand.

[automailed]

Yeah, yeah, I'm lucky to have it. I don't need to be reminded. But I'll be glad when it's gone anyway.

[Mostly because if it is returned to him eventually, then it means Al will have gotten his body back, right?]