Vacation's where I wanna be

[exeggutorhead]

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.

Comments

[no_ufo_ending]

<sub>[PLOMPH!]

[Henry flails awkwardly underwater before bobbing up for air. He wraps his pasty legs as well as his arms around the Failpras's neck but...just continues to stay upside down.]

[This is the opposite of what he wanted.]</sub>

Blglglgb!

_{[It's best his head is underwater for that one.]}

[foolishwren]

<sub>[With a crow of triumph, Heather clambers up onto the capsized monstrosity, knees squeaking on the slick plastic.]

[There's a lot less to hang onto on this side, BUT SHE'S ON IT. SHE DID IT.]</sub>

HA!

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[Henry pawed at the water's surface but refused to let go of the Failpras. He managed to get his head above water and suck in a loud, dramatic gasp before trying to kick her.]}

Get your own!

[foolishwren]

It IS my own!

I've claimed it! It's MINE!

<sub>[THAT'S NOT FAIR HEATHER, HE PAID MONEY FOR THIS THING. .... FOR... SOME REASON...]

[She is impervious to his halfassed kick, which is mostly blocked by the air-filled bulk of Nessie.]</sub>

[no_ufo_ending]

<sub>[This enrages Henry.]

[Or at least makes him even more mildly upset because rage isn't really Henry's thing. He twists himself and awkwardly crawls along the top of the float toward the back. He reached for the stopper.]

[IF HE COULDN'T HAVE FAILPRAS, NO ONE COULD!]</sub>

[foolishwren]

--Oh no you don't!

We spent WAY too much time blowing this stupid thing up!

_{[She lets go with one hand and reaches out to snatch Henry's wrist. SHE WON'T LET YOU SINK THIS SHIP. >8(]}

[no_ufo_ending]

<sub>[The photographer gives Heather an almost injured look before something horrifying happens.]

[His brows dip and the corners of his mouth peel back to reveal a wicked smile--one Heather would probably recognize from the last mirror she looked in. He wraps his fingers around her wrist and lets his entire body go slack as he releases the pool toy in an attempt to take her down with him.]</sub>

[foolishwren]

<sub>[... Good fucking lord she has never seen Henry make that face before.]

[Despite her confidence, it instills a single droplet of terror in her heart.]

[And for good reason.]

[Heather lets out a strangled holler as she's tugged down into the water.]</sub>

NNN-GLBL-O!

_{[This time, she's the one throwing her free arm and legs around the floating abomination in an attempt to anchor herself to the surface. Henry might have gone up a level in craftiness, but he's not strong enough to yank the entire Lapras underneath as long as she's hanging onto it!]}

You'll never tghblake me alive!

[no_ufo_ending]

<sub>[Henry says no words. He does make noise though. At first it sounded like he was screaming. It soon became obvious that he was laughing. It was a horrible laugh.]

[Heather, you brought this on yourself.]

[He yanks on his Heather Arm while blindly paddling toward the end of the float, reaching for the stopper. He would not stop his quest until it was done and he was going to laugh like a Gastly the entire time.]</sub>

[foolishwren]

<sub>[... Jesus christ, Henry.]

[If there were a lifeguard at this beach, they'd have started blowing their whistle by now, because it sounds like someone is straight-up dying out there.]

[Heather grits her teeth, still clinging doggedly but determined not to let him deflate the only thing keeping her afloat.]

[Letting go of the float with her legs, she makes a last-ditch attempt to lock them around Henry's torso and keep him from reaching the stopper.]</sub>

[no_ufo_ending]

<sub>[The added weight of Heather distracts him from his goal. His laughter screams turn to anger screams as he wheels around and starts splashing her furiously.]

[He seems to forget that he's actually holding onto her and thus can't exactly swim away.]</sub>

[foolishwren]

<sub>[... Like splashing will do anything, Henry. THEY'RE ALREADY IN THE WATER.]

[Turning her head to the side, she grits her teeth and yanks downwards with her legs-- trying to pull Henry under the water.]</sub>

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[This was not part of Henry's plan. He finally lets go of Heather's arm in favor of paddling frantically at the surface to keep his chin up.]}

Heather!

_{[DADDY'S NOT HERE ANYMORE, HENRY. WHAT WILL YOU DO?]}

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Heather grins.]

[Uh oh, you're in trouble again, Simba. And this time, DADDY ISN'T HERE TO SAVE YOU.]</sub>

Long live the KING!

_{[Planting both feet on Henry's chest, she shoves him away from the floatie with all her might-- ... and then starts to paddle away with it, laughing like a loon.]}

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[Henry bobs helplessly in the surf as she makes her 'speedy' getaway.]}

Heather! Damn it! Hhblgg-- I'm going to-- hhgbbg-- get back here!

_{[And he sets off half doggy paddling half flailing after her. He is not a graceful swimmer.]}

[foolishwren]

<sub>[And so ends the most dignified conflict in Johto history.]

[... At least until Heather abandons the floatie out of boredom like twenty minutes later.]</sub>