Great googly-moogly, it's all gone to shit

[exeggutorhead]

Who: Envy, Greed, Lust, Heather Mason, Henry Townshend, Alphonse Elric, Scar, Rin Okumura, Yukio Okumura
Where: Olivine Beach
When: July 31st
Summary: By day, a fun vacation at the ocean. By night, BEACH EPISODE 2: TOTAL DRAMA BEACH.
Rating: PG-13
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ARRIVAL/MEETUP

[exeggutorhead]

[GOOD GOING, EVERYONE. WE MADE IT IN ONE PIECE, minus Greed and Envy's egos. And hey, the sun's even out!]

[This will surely be a great day where nothing bad will happen.]

OCEAN

[exeggutorhead]

[PUT ON YOUR SWIMSUITS AND GET IN THE WATER, NERDS.]

[a_sin_for_him]

[Here they are again. Last year, Greed had managed to coax Lust out into the ocean. This year, she eyes the waves from the shoreline for a minute before going back to her towel and stretching out on it.]

[Too big, too deep, too much water. And despite the pleasant holiday, she's not exactly feeling like frolicking in the sea right now. She can sun and read and be social on the sand, not in the water.]

[Unless someone really wants to try and drag her in.]

[exeggutorhead]

[Envy has no such issues with going right into the ocean to swim.]

[But eventually, he emerges to go crouch down on the balls of his feet next to Lust, forearms resting loosely on his knees. He almost looks like he just crawled out of The Grudge.]

Really not interested in the water, huh?

[a_sin_for_him]

Too deep, too big, too wet.

[Lust turns to him and pushes her sunglasses on top of her head. He certainly looks as though he's been enjoying himself. Good.]

And I doubt salt water is very good for my skin.

VOLLEYBALL

[exeggutorhead]

[Some other group left a net and a ball out here. Will they be back to collect it or join in? Who knows.]

[Does anyone here even know how to even play this game? WHO KNOWS.]

[exeggutorhead]

[Envy's spotted this weird net arrangement, standing by itself further down from where they'd all set up. He just can't figure out what it's for. Fishing, maybe? Who leaves a fishing net stretched out between stakes on dry land, are they trying to catch Wingull?]

[Finally, he's curious enough to go over and look closer. That's when he sees the white ball, and the lines dug in a square around it. OH, IT'S A WEIRD SPORT. He turns back in the direction of everyone else and calls out.]

HEY! Anyone know how this thing works?

BONFIRE

[exeggutorhead]

[After a long day of messing around, it's about time to pile up some driftwood and start a fire. With luck, someone will have gotten the burgers and hotdogs to come out edible.]

[Ah yes, everything is great right now.]

#deadishbalans

[envy_the_sinners]

Scar had finally meandered his way to Olivine. He hadn't had any sort of direction, these past few weeks. He had just left Goldenrod and started walking. Miriam was at his heels. Her legs were too tiny to walk (jog) beside him all the time, but she wasn't in a shoulder ride kind of mood.

He'd come to the beach here, before. It was about a year ago, now.

Had it really already been that long?

An uncomfortable weight settled in his stomach as he stepped through the sand, not bothering to take off his shoes. Maybe he could stay here, tonight. At least two of the girls liked the water, and Miriam and Amit could keep themselves entertained. It was getting to be the time to settle in, anyway.

But the beach was apparently already occupied.

Scar's jaw tightened, and that weight in his stomach dropped when he recognized the voices of Lust and her housemates around the fire. God, why now...

He should just leave. Turn around and leave. He was in the process of doing so when Miriam tugged at his leg, mewing loudly. She wanted to stay. With a flutter of panic, Scar looked up to the group at the fire and prayed they hadn't been heard.

[a_sin_for_him]

Unfortunately for Scar, they'd most certainly been heard.

Lust had been thinking of him earlier. It had been so long since they'd spoken. She'd given up trying to contact him. She didn't know what had happened, or why. She was't even angry anymore, she was just distraught and worried and missing him horribly.

She was only half paying attention to the chatter around the fire. It was getting later, and her thoughts always went to Scar around this time. They used to always talk, in the late evening.

Maybe that was why she turned her head when she heard the faint sound of the Pokemon. It wasn't as though the type was unique to Scar, but....

It was him. Even in the dim beyond the glow of the fire, she knew him. She'd known he was alright physically, but seeing him was a relief all the same. It was like some switch was turned inside of her and the dour sort of weight that had settled inside of her was pushed out by giddy lightness.

She was on her feet in an instant, jogging briskly toward him and not bothering to excuse herself. She was relatively certain her companions would understand.

[envy_the_sinners]

A sick feeling of dread washed over Scar as soon as he saw Lust stand up. He had stewed on it, what he would do or say when he finally had no choice but to speak to her, again. His shoulders tightened and his eyes narrowed on a reflex to her that hadn't sprung up in... well... In about a year.

Scar only fixed her with a scowl as she approached. He didn't turn to her, but remained faced to the ocean. Seeing her face brought on that awful feeling of perverse nostalgia that hadn't bothered him in so long.

He didn't say anything. He just silently pleaded that she wouldn't touch him.

#elrics

[exeggutorhead]

[Envy's finished his food, and even if sitting around the fire with his friends and family is nice, he's feeling a little restless.]

[He's got a lot to think about, lately, a lot that he can't really avoid thinking about anymore.]

[And the more he does, the more he just feels like just...taking a walk, out into the twilight gloom beyond the flickering firelight. So he stands, brushing the sand off his legs and mentioning casually.]

Be back in a minute, don't eat everything before I get back, yeah?

[And off he goes, intending to get a decent distance away from everyone.]

[armoredsoul]

[Ever since he'd overheard Greed and Envy's conversation (just a snippet, Rin had been dragging him past but the words leaped out at him) Al had been casting Envy poisonous glares. He'd been pissed before, still stewing over Envy's attempt on Ed's life, but the threat against Wrath, knowing how Envy had treated the poor child back home? That's just too much for him to stand.]

[His eyes follow Envy's retreat into the darkness coldly, and waits just long enough to not be suspicious before excusing himself as well. He follows, bare feet not making much noise on the sand as he strides to catch up.]

[The sounds from the bonfire have become muted by the time Al is close enough to reach out for Envy's shoulder. He grabs and roughly turns his half-brother around before socking him right across the face.]

[exeggutorhead]

[It's hard to hear approaching footsteps over the surf, and so Envy is taken entirely by surprise when Al decks him. He staggers back with a shout, reaching one hand up to his face as he does so and narrowing his eyes, snapping.]

What the hell was that for?!

[no_ufo_ending]

Everything was great! The day had been nice and warm and there had been sandcastles and volleyball and NOBODY HAD THROWN HIM IN THE WATER. Because this day, Henry was being brave. So brave that he was even shirtless! The introvert strutted around the whole day in nothing but Growlithe-striped trunks.

When dusk fell, he set sail on the Bootleg Lapras with his Real Lapras in tow. With the fire lit, he was able to get some great shots of the Staryu stargazing in the high tide. After he's taken several photos, a scream catches his ear. He clumsily paddles the floaty around so that it faces the beach. Look at all those happy people! Running and yelling and angrily stomping. Henry almost wished he liked roughousing so he could join them. Almost.

But he'd really rather take sweet #aesthetic photos.

PROMPT A:
Join Henry in the surf!


PROMPT B:
Henry has just returned to the beach and is the living embodiment of the guy in that one gif with the pizza and all the fire.

[exeggutorhead]

Welcome back Henry! Everything is now terrible.

Envy is Unhappy and holding a makeshift ice bag--really just a towel with some ice from the drink cooler bunched up in the end--to half of his face, which appears to be bruised to all hell. So is the other half, but he needed his mouth free so he could have a serious muttered discussion with Al and Greed. A conversation that stops really suddenly when Henry arrives.

"I'm telling you, he's--oh."

HEEEY, HENRY. WELCOME TO HELL.

[no_ufo_ending]

Henry continued to stand there, slightly winded from the swim ashore. Flotsam peered around his knees and made an inquisitive whistle.

"I took photos of the Staryu."

A BAR BY THE BEACH

[a_sin_for_him]

[Lust is drunk.]

[She isn't tipsy, or inebriated, or pleasantly toasted. She's drunk and tucked into a corner booth, eyes red and swollen and face flushed. Guttle is on the floor anxiously watching her, distressed and confused over the night's events. Lust just doesn't want to feel anymore. Nothing's alright and she can't imagine it ever being alright. She hadn't even bothered to tell anyone when she left or where she was going. She'd just needed to leave. She'd left the beach and been sick in a dumpster and stumbled into the closest open bar. And here she's stayed, still in her bathing suit top and beach sandals.]

Why can't we just be happy?

[In between drinks and quiet hitching sobs, she addresses Guttle. How had it all gone so horrible? She still feels sick. Sicker, somehow. More miserable and shattered. She just wants to keep drinking until she can't feel anything at all anymore.]

I was never going to be good enough for him.

[ossifragant]

[Greed hadn't seen what had to lead up to it, not really-- he'd seen Lust and Scar speak, but to be honest, he hadn't thought much of it. Maybe he should have done something about it, but the Ishballan doesn't trust him and Greed has very little reason to befriend the man other than the needed be polite to him for Lust.

He sits down next to his friend, not ordering anything because one of them should be sober right now. He reaches out, awkwardly, before he puts a hand on her shoulder.]

Hey.

[Just like last time, Martel follows him on the beach, though instead of sticking by Greed, she pads over to Guttle with a worried Owth?.]

[a_sin_for_him]

[When Greed sits next to her and puts his hand on her shoulder, Lust breaks down all over again. She sinks down onto the table, shoulders shaking, not even caring that she's weeping like a child in front of anyone who cares to look. She feels like all she can do is weep. She can't even form words to offer any sort of explanation.]

[Guttle nuzzles the Meowth, far more subdued than he normally is.]

[ossifragant]

[He doesn't think he could do much for her. He has a feeling what happened, and... it makes him sad, even if he doesn't know how to express it. Greed's expression is serious, and he doesn't remove his hand. He won't until Lust pulls away.]

Lust...

[Even if Greed can't actually do anything, he'll be here for her. This is how emotional support works, doesn't it?

Martel leans up against Guttle beside them, though she doesn't actually say anything to her fellow Pokemon.]

[exeggutorhead]

[Envy doesn't know exactly what happened, besides that it was something with Scar, something bad, but he knows for sure that Lust needs help.]

[And he knows her, knows exactly where she's likely to have gone.]

[He's prepared to go into every bar in the city if he has to find her, but he only winds up having to go to one. The nearest one to where they'd been. His gut clenches, looking at her; he's not looking so great himself, with bruises forming where Al had punched him, but he's not even thinking of that fight right now.]

[At first his steps are hurried as he walks over to her, but in the last few feet they get more hesitant. She's a mess, what if he just makes it worse?]

Lust...

[He wants her to know that he's here at least. He scoots into the booth beside her.]

[a_sin_for_him]

[She looks up at him forlornly, blinking through her tears and the fall of her hair. She doesn't know what to say. She swallows thickly and tries to take a deep breath.]

I threw up outside.

[It was the first thing that came to mind.]

I hate throwing up.

[foolishwren]

<sub>[SO LIKE... HEATHER HAD WOUND UP TORN BETWEEN MAKING SURE ENVY AND ALPHONSE DIDN'T MURDER EACH OTHER.... AND GOING AFTER LUST TO MAKE SURE SHE DIDN'T END UP MURDERING HERSELF.]

[It had all seemed to happen so suddenly-- what had previously been a pretty pleasant evening had turned into angry screaming further down the beach, Lust hurrying off through the dunes, and then Envy and his half-brother rolling around in the surf and punching each other. IT'S ALL GONE TO SHIT, MAN!]

[But in the end, it's Lust that wins out. As much as Heather would like to stick around the beach to make sure the two of them don't immediately go for each other's throats again, she doesn't really hesitate all that much before making that choice.]

[It doesn't take her long to find the right bar.]</sub>

Lust? Lust, hey. Hey.

_{[The stool next to Lust scrapes loudly across the floor as Heather slams down into it.]}

What happened? Are you hurt? Who do I have to beat the shit out of?

[a_sin_for_him]

It's only my heart that's hurt.

[Lust just waves her hand vaguely as Heather joins her.]

And my stomach.

[She adds that after a moment. She's felt sick to her stomach since the beach. Throwing up hadn't helped any.]

It's all my own fault.