Beach Boys [open]

[tongueamok]

Who: Glacius (glacius), Carlisle Longinmouth (tongueamok), and you!
What: Two dudes just chilling in the fun and the sun, minus the sun. Chilling likely literal. Fun debatable. Also, one of them is a giant snake.
Where: All islands, coastal areas
When: May 27th - Early June
Warnings: PG-13ish, probably?




"I still don't believe this is a good idea!"

For anyone who knows Carlisle, seeing him talking to himself -- or yelling, rather -- is probably nothing new; however, for anyone who may stumble upon this scene who isn't familiar with the anxiety-riddled clergyman, he's had better first impressions. He wouldn't want to make one right now, anyway: he's alone on the rocky beach that once led to the caves, his arms crossed as he picks at his sleeve nervously; his hair is a mess, tousled by the winds. Absent are his usual vestments, forgone for the beachwear he picked up last time the city saw so much water, and though it seems he intends to get wet at some point by virtue of his wearing them at all, the way he's standing a good distance from where the tides actually reach says otherwise. His previous encounter with the ocean had been just an illusion, a tranquil sea created by the gods; the waters then had been purposefully calm, a sharp contrast to the uneven waves before him now. The depths of this ocean are terrifyingly real, and likely home to equally terrifying creatures.

In the distance rises a serpentine figure with glowing, green eyes and spines along its head; it slithers through the waves with relative ease. Despite how frightening the monsters of the depths must be, Carlisle doesn't budge as this one looks his way before diving once more. Perhaps he doesn't consider this to be one of them -- he rubs at his arms, his eyes still upon the spot it vanished as he raises his voice once more.

"There could be anything out there!" he insists, his nose wrinkling as a gust of coastal wind pushes against him. His entire form stiffens, his fingers curling in reply, digging into his arm. "Or we could drown! I could drown! It would pull you under, and I would drown, and you'd be lost to the depths, and then we'd both wish we'd just stayed home!"

He is definitely yelling more to himself than anyone else at this point, but the serpent turns back toward the shore regardless, heading straight for him. It doesn't attack, as one might expect, doesn't lash out at the lanky, isolated clergyman from the shoreline -- instead, it snakes its way onto the sand, coils through the rocks, and stops once it reaches him, butting its forehead against his. Carlisle brings his hand up and lets it rest along his partner's mandible as they exchange a few, hushed words.

This might still be a strange sight for anyone who doesn't know either of them; however, some may recognize the sea creature as not a creature at all, but as Glacius, his icy form temporarily adapted to brave the waters of this new world. Though Carlisle remains nervous and reluctant to join him, he has nothing to fear -- no matter what lies beyond the safety of the land, they will face it together. Besides that, Glacius won't let anything happen to his human partner. Carlisle may not be as hardy when it comes to such elements, but anything that should try to attack them from the waters below will find they've challenged the wrong alien.

Giving Carlisle one more nudge for reassurance, Glacius makes his way back into the water, hoping to coax his partner into joining him -- if they aren't stopped by someone who happens up the coast, that is.

[[It's a joint log, folks! Feel free to tag either Carlisle, Glacius, or both as they hang around the coasts of all islands!]]

Comments

both, west island!

[dedikated]

"Gross, guys."

In sharp contrast to Carlisle, Kate looks more at home in this place than she may even have in the heat. The weather's less enjoyable for her, but damn if this isn't a lot like the place she grew up. Though that island was significantly larger than any of these. And she's avoiding any sort of beach or swimwear, back into her usual jeans and a hoodie combination, stretching her legs and getting used to their new geography with a casual stroll around the ends of the island.

And maybe, just maybe, poking a little fun at two of her friends. They're sweet, really. But it's still gross.

As she approaches, Kate picks up a rock from the shore, tossing it in the opposite direction from where Glacius was heading, casual as you please as though she didn't ask about immortality on the network only a few weeks ago.

It's been a long month, and with the outcome registered as all but entirely undesireable, she's pushed it out of her mind in favour of trying to do something else.

open to both of them, together or separate, anything's good; south island

[6weeksmax]

"Dude, you really need to chill out. That green-eyed sea serpent dude you're talking to doesn't look scared."

It's easy for her to say, given she's not exactly the cautious type, and that if she has indeed witnessed some sort of tragedy relating to choppy seas, she's long since forgotten it -- but that doesn't make it bad advice. Say what you will about Kat's recklessness, but if she knew anything about that whole mindfulness fad, she'd be the perfect example of the liberation that living in the moment brings.

Sure, she's cheating -- she doesn't get the choice of dwelling on the past -- but still, okay.

Sbe gives Carlisle an easy grin, dressed in shorts and a hoodie that's two sizes too big, and comes to stand next to him. With a quick glance at where the sea serpent dude known as Glacius was last seen, she nods and asks, "You two friends?"

She has n o i d e a, sorry, dudes.

Either or both! North Island

[so_dark_a_road]

Curufin is down by the waterside, fishing off a cliff on the south coast of North Island. There has been a temporary break in the clouds, and this planet's sun shines on the leaping waves. The whitecaps sparkle and the wind blows the spume towards shore. The Elf is singing softly to himself, in his melodious tenor, and occasionally hauling up a fish.

And then he hears a splashing that doesn't sound like fish.

"Hey!" he waves both arms.

west island, hit me with ANYTHING FAM

[sciencelizard]

Alphys has been spending a lot of time on the coastline; she's been around bodies of water before, of course, but never ones this big and this fascinating. It's one thing to see an expanse like this in media or tv shows, and another thing entirely to be standing on the rocks while the waves crash against the shore. She's idly sort of walking, not paying much attention-- until she spies Glacius' new form, and unknowing, lets out a squeak before clamping her hands on her snout. After a few blinks, though, she's putting two and two together.

"G-Glacius? Is that you??" She gapes a bit, not unkindly, but certainly surprised.

North island, either or both!

[claritatis]

He's spending far too much time here, mentally judging the distance between this shore and the one belonging to the island tentatively designated 'east'. Kate managed to persuade him, for the time being, that actually trying to swim over there would not be a good idea and given that he is no use to Noctis if he's dead, he has taken that point under advisement.

That does not, however, mean that he is not still thinking about it.

But his thoughts are at least momentarily put aside at the sight of a strange shape moving through the water. Ignis crouches at the tide line, a dagger appearing in his hand as he watches the movement, only to disappear in the same gentle shower of blue-white sparks that it appeared in when he judges there to be no immediate threat.

There's something familiar about the colouration, he realises, remaining where he is and not rising, but watching. If there's something to be done about this, he won't be caught unawares by it.

east island, take your pick!

[odinbolt]

Serah agrees to split shifts with Rome in patrolling and monitoring the island. However, it seems as though the island is as safe as the city was after Hope cleaned everything up. Nothing tries to attack, though the water likely holds secrets of its own. Serah hasn't tried to dive into the waters around the island yet, but nothing rises up from the deep to attack.

Which is a relief.

Halfway through her patrol of the shores, Serah's mind drifts off, eyes follow the empty ocean to try and scope out the other islands as she hops up onto a rock for better vantage-

And promptly sees a flash of unnatural blue among the waves.

"What the--"

Her bow's in hand, and her grip tightens around it, just in case.

North Island, either, or both, whatever you like!

[stealyoursoul]

"I'm with you on this," Leo addresses Carlisle, his hands shoved into his pockets. He looks unhappy being this close to the water as it is, and if one of them is especially perceptive, they might be able to catch the fact that Leo actually looks a little scared as he looks out at the waves. He doesn't seem at all ruffled by the appearance of Glacius. He's seen stranger. Heck, he is stranger in his true form.

"Looks like if you fell in, you'd just go straight on down to the bottom like a rock." Or maybe that's just him. He's a monster mostly made of fire and smoke under the human guise, so it stands to reason he wouldn't like the opposite element very much. Leo's also extremely dense in his human form, so he's really talking about himself with the gloomy predictions he's making.