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The Beach, Wednesday Evening

It was the end of the term. A bunch of people Dante knew were leaving. Others were staying, but they still deserved a decent send-off to the summer. Besides, screw it, they'd all earned a distraction. So after sending text messages to a whole bunch of people on the island, Dante pulled on a pair of black and red swim trunks (hey, Isabela had asked), bought a cheap one-use barbecue... thing and a ton of meat, and made his way down to the beach.

Picked up a lost volleyball on the way, too.

And okay, if he could rope someone else into manning the barbecue, he would. But right now, he'd set it up, get a nice fire going, and then fantasize about Iz and Ada playing beach volleyball.

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up! dante's ICly invited only those who know who they are, but it's a public party on a public beach, the more the merrier! eta: some use of weed in the comments. ]]

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'Arriving' and 'mingling' isn't something you do on a beach. Bring a towel, sit your ass down, or run into the water. You do you.

A respectable distance away from the water (but still no the sand), there's the barbecue set and the meat and a ton of cheap plastic plates and cutlery. Grab some ~~handwavey~~ meatstuffs and find somewhere to sit down! Hang out. That sort of thing.

There's a beach (with a horizontal line in it). There's a volleyball.

It'd be a shame to not play a round, right?

After dinner, Dante's found another way to set things on fire. Some driftwood and a bunch of rocks makes for a firepit for everyone to hang out around, now that the sky is going dark and the sun is gone.

Wrap yourself in one of those towels. Gather around the fire. Have a little communal hangout time.

If you haven't caught him anywhere else, he's wandering around.

If you want to avoid the party, but still make use of the beach.

First one's red, second one's blue, third one's red...

It's kind of like the Olympics, but less impressive.

If you just really want to watch other people getting sweaty on a beach.

I made it through my anxiety-thing. Party time.

Dante - Red

Dante grinned as he picked up the ball, giving it an experimental toss up in the air.

"Anyone game?"

Dante snagged a bottle of beer from the cooler he'd brought with him. Usually not his drink of choice, but it would do for tonight.

He sat down by the fire and stretched his legs out.

Of course Isabela was there, she'd been promised swim-trunks, and while she hadn't yet ~~weaponised her breasts~~ ~~more~~ gone for the bikini, it wasn't like her normal clothes left much to the imagination.

Isabela - Blue

"You know I am, sweet thing," Isabela told him cheerfully. "And for the volleyball too."

Dante shot her an amused look. "You know how this works?" he called.

Hey, she'd been paying attention during those Olympic things.

"We hit the ball and everyone gets a good show as we chase after it?"

Sitting on the sidelines was kind of Xanthippe's jam. Not that she would've put it like that because ew, what was that phrase, like so three years ago?

Anyway. She hadn't actually been invited to this thing, but somehow she'd ended up here anyway. Sitting and watching (probably also judging), with a cup in her hand. She'd swear up and down it was booze of some sort, but nah.

"Close enough," Dante decided. "You bring your bikini?"

BECAUSE THAT WAS IMPORTANT.

Oh hey. More sitting.

Xanthippe was wrapped up in her oversized flannel shirt, not a towel, but it was still a pretty perfect by-the-firepit look.

Her cup was still non-alcoholic. She'd still say it wasn't.

Roscoe - Red

The best thing about beach parties was the view of everyone in their beach attire, and so Roscoe had chosen to make everyone's party a little nicer by showing up in a pair of bright pink swim trunks with the word "BEST" written across the butt. He didn't really care what it said, the point was that it said something and people would be reading his ass.

Naturally, he sprawled out face-down on a towel to show off. And get a good look at everyone else, duh.

"I might have," Isabela replied, smirking. Because she was kind of terrible occasionally.

Dante fake-pouted at her. "C'moooon, Iz. It's no fun when the ball is the only big round thing in the game."

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The Beach, Wednesday Evening

Hang Out on the Beach

Barbecue!

Beach Volleyball!

Firepit

Talk to Dante

Rest of the Beach

Beach Volleyball! - Tag In!

Beach Volleyball! - Play!

Beach Volleyball! - Watch!

OOC

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Re: Beach Volleyball! - Watch!

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