Who: Crow Hogan, Envy, Heather Mason, Henry Townshend, France, Greed, Lust, Scar
Where: Olivine beach
When: July 20th
Summary: It's not summer without a gratuitous trip to the beach!
Rating: PG, maybe PG-13?
Log:Rainy July getting people down? The best cure for that is a BEACH PARTY.
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[Ironhide had been a spectacular example of stubbornness in the face of change. Even when she'd made him aware of other food options, he spent a good couple more months refusing to try anything.]
But yeah, you've got the right idea.
It pretty much IS entirely made of sugar.
[It starts to brown appealingly, though, and Heather unwraps the crackers and chocolate bar.]
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Greed had caught on fairly quickly, all things considered. But he had also had a traveling partner for the first month. It had certainly made things easier for him.]
I take it you make a sandwich with the crackers and chocolate?
[It's not the sort of thing he'd think up on his own but damn if he doesn't like the sound of it.]
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[Heather's big on the sweet stuff. Always has been. In the Book of Heather, it is a sin to go for even a single summer without knowing what a s'more is.]
[Once the marshmallow's really gooey-looking, she gestures for him to pull it in, holding up a graham cracker in one hand and another one with the chunk of chocolate situated on it in the other.]
Put it right there.
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He sets the marshmallow down carefully, smirking a bit.
He feels a bit like a kid right now in entirely a good way.]
Might have been nice to have been born a few centuries later, to eat like this.
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[Heather reaches out to grab a stick of her own and pops a marshmallow onto it. She's not about to let him have all the fun.]
Yeah, I won't lie, it's pretty nice.
When I was a really young kid... I didn't get much nice food. It was all cheap, bland store-brand stuff. Growing up with that... kinda made me appreciate the good food all the more.
[Alessa had subsisted on canned vegetables and soggy, tasteless tuna sandwiches on Wonderbread-- and that was when she got to eat at all. Needless to say, little Cheryl had been eager to explore any and every new and exciting food that was put in front of her.]
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This is nice, and it's not something he could easily experience with some of the others he's met here.]
That would do it, wouldn't it? Makes you appreciate the little things.
[Like how every day since he arrived had become a reason for him to stay alive. Every day was a new experience for him, every day was something else he'd never heard of before.]
Sometimes I'm grateful to be able to see the sky.
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... Yeah.
I know the feeling.
[It's easy to take the sky for granted. It really is. She did, sometimes, before she fully remembered her previous life. ... But with the seven years spent staring at the cracked basement ceiling now sitting in her brain, unhidden by the layers of mental chains and Do Not Cross police-tape she'd previously had them wrapped up in... yeah. There's not a single day that goes by that she doesn't appreciate the sky.]
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Envy had probably found himself drawn to her for similar reasons.
And the s'more is delicious besides that.]
It's a pretty nice place here, all things considered.
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It is.
For all its flaws, it is.
... I know some people'd do anything to get home, but... well, I'm sure not one of them.
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The place I was before was never my home, anyway. I like it here.
[Envy has changed, but in a good way. There's no way the two of them would have been able to occupy the same space without it coming to a fight before everything that happened here.
He's still not sure what to make of their relationship, but whatever it is, it's better than calling the other homunculus a blood enemy.]
It's a strange place, but not bad.
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[... Of course, it's a fear that's been weighing on Heather a lot more than normal lately, and she falls silent for a moment and just looks at her marshmallow bubbling over the fire.]
[Today was a nice distraction from all that, but the worries always resurface after dark.]
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[Leaving this place isn't quite a fear for him, but if he were to leave... he wouldn't be able to stop things from happening.
He had been minutes away from the countdown to his own doom and that... that was something he didn't want to dwell on.]
It's... leaving this place would be bad for a lot of people, I think.
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[For a second, she sits there with her mouth open, as though about to say more, but after a time she closes it and just lets out a quiet "Hm."]
[Maybe it's just... a little too soon to talk about that.]
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It hasn't been that long, has it? Since her dad vanished. He reaches out as though to touch her shoulder, but retracts his hand at the last moment, instead opting to give her a sad smile.]
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[After a moment, she reaches down for the marshmallow bag and tugs out another one.]
Screw it, man. I'm gonna eat s'mores until I regret it.
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