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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[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?]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

I know. I'll be happy for you when it happens, too.

[automailed]

[Edward plops down on his own towel, grabbing a spare from one of the bags they'd brought along and starting the long process of drying out his automail. He'll be glad to say goodbye to this big hassle for sure. He does glance over at her, though; is it bothering her? It's hard to tell.]

You still look kind of worried.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

I was just thinking about something else!

[automailed]

[Yeah, that was totally believable. Edward responds with a skeptical look, then glances back at his leg, wiggling the towel edge into all the nooks and crannies of the automail. Maybe he should take off a few of the panels to check for sand.]

I just noticed... you don't really talk much about your problems, either.

[Losing focus of his own goals- maybe it's made him notice how others around him are affected, now? Or maybe he's just reading into things too much. He's really not used to this at all.]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

My problems aren't really all that bad. They're nothing to worry about.

[automailed]

[That's not very convincing, either. But she never presses him, so... he really has no right to press her. He falls silent, instead, moving on to drying his arm. Today is supposed to be for relaxation, so... he should just relax. Worry about whatever ought to be worried about later.]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

If you want, though... I could help you dry off.

[automailed]

[He glances back over at that, a small, musing smile crossing his lips.] Guess I don't even have to ask if you want to. [A chance to play with his automail? Like she needs an excuse. He does make a gesture that indicates that yeah, she can come over and help out if she likes.]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

And you should be glad to have a mechanic who is more than happy to keep your limbs in perfect condition.

[automailed]

Yeah, yeah. I'd be lost without you here.

[It's said with at least half-sarcasm, but the other half is actual sincerity; he knows how lucky he is, whether it's in Amestris or here. Without Winry and Pinako, he'd still be helpless and stuck in a wheelchair, unable to even move himself around without Al's help. The automail has really made a difference in his life.]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I'm sure you wouldn't know what to do with yourself.

[automailed]

[He's long-used to having his limbs being taken apart and worked on with him right there, but it's still a bit of a weird feeling, since he can feel the clinking metal and adjustments through the nerves. With her giving his leg all the attention, he sits back, twisting and moving his arm to feel for any lingering sand or watered-down joints.]

Hey, Winry, would you...

[He trails off, his small smile fading into an expression of quiet uncertainty. If he can't even tell Al, how can he say anything to her?]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Would I what, Ed?

[automailed]

[...And now she's watching him. That just makes it even harder, somehow, so he glances away, his gaze wandering down the beach. To where Al is.

He'd be so mad if he knew.]

...Would it be... admitting defeat, if I got Al's body back but not mine?

[It's... not like he doesn't want them both to be happy and whole again, but at the same time...

"Nothing good ever comes from asking too much."]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

I suppose that would depend on the situation.

[automailed]

[He does glance over at her for that, though it's brief.]

The situation?