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The Beach, Thursday Evening

There was a bright blue workbench set up right there on the sand, along with several bundles each of tree branches and softwood, a couple of piles of stones and iron nuggets, a bunch of little red boxes that somehow managed to hold entire flimsy fishing rods and shovels, and ... about 200 bags of fish bait.

This was what happened when both Yasha and Beau discovered that you could, in fact, catch sharks: they'd immediately staked out a stretch of the beach and stocked up on whatever they needed to settle in for a nice, long bout of fishing.

Every so often Beau would start to get irritated by throwing a dozen pieces of bait into the water and only attracting -- judging from the size of the shadows visible from the surface, anyway -- small fish, so she'd swap out her fishing rod for one of the shovels, run up and down the beach digging up enough clams to fill her (still ridiculously voluminous) pockets, then spend time at the workbench furiously crafting them into more bait. And inevitably, every time she did that, Yasha would manage to catch at least two sharks, maybe a mahi mahi, and on one occasion an ocean sunfish.

"Dude, what the fuck," Beau blurted out, unable to keep from laughing at the ludicrous spectacle of Yasha standing behind a giant, confused-looking fish, only her feet visible. "Don't even tell me that shit fits in your --"

Yasha immediately shoved it into her pocket. Because why not.

"Yasha! Hey, Yasha!" yelled Beau, who had both hands on her fishing rod as whatever had taken the bait was putting up a hell of a fight. "Check it out, I got a -- THAR SHE BLOWS! I caught a whale shark! I'm tellin' ya, it was thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis big!"

It was going to be that kind of night, yeah.

[OOC: Thursday evening seems to be a good time for some Mighty Nein dumbass shenanigans. For some reason. Open, if you want to go shark fishing with the Sentinel Babes!

Also, I am not saying this is what I spent the entirety of last weekend doing. But. It was.]

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Liam had a loan to pay off. So naturally Liam had been spending the past few days scouring the island for stuff to sell. Why it had taken him this long to decide to try fishing was... well, it wasn't important.

"Beau!" he greeted with a grin. "Thought that was you I heard. Hey, Yasha," he added, tone decidedly less teasing as he nodded in her direction.

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Better get on that, Liam, before Tom Nook kneecaps you. Great whites sell really well, too.

"Hi," Yasha mumbled, nodding awkwardly at him. "Are you here to fish, too?"

He was making good progress! Still had a few thousand Bells to go though.

"Figured I'd give it a try," he confirmed. "You guys having any luck?"

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"Yasha's having more luck than I am," Beau announced, glaring at the sea bass in her hand. "I'm so over these fuckers. They're more of a C-minus at this point."

Liam groaned. "That was terrible." Were puns contagious? Because that seemed like the sort of thing one of the island's new "campers" might say.

Liam took out his star wand and waved it in the air, doing a twirl to change from his current black t-shirt and jeans to a white t-shirt under a black fishing vest... and black pleather shorts.

"... Damnit," he muttered, glancing downward. He'd just meant to change his shirt!

"That's a nice color scheme you have there," said Yasha, totally deadpan, although she couldn't quite hide the touch of amusement in her voice.

... given her own wardrobe, it was a safe guess that she actually meant it.

The overwhelmingly black wardrobe was a Look and one of the things Liam and Yasha had in common, actually, was that they could both definitely pull it off.

Though the shorts were just this side of ridiculous. "I forgot I needed to sell those," he sighed. Another twirl, and he was back in his standard black jeans, at least.

He was really going to miss being able to change his wardrobe so easily once this was all over.

So easily and maybe even out of a cooler on the beach, as Beau had discovered earlier. And then been annoyed about not actually being able to get drinks out of the cooler.

"We're going to have so much to sell in the morning," Yasha sighed, nodding toward the stack of fish tanks and giant tubs with sharks in them that was starting to accumulate on the sand. "I was going to just put it all in the drop box but Beau started grumbling about the convenience fee..."

And Yasha was an absolute pushover where certain monks were concerned.

“Did either of you do some renovations too?” Liam had to ask. “Or are you just earning Bells for the hell of it?”

"Renovations?" Beau asked, perking up a bit in interest. "No, I didn't know that was a thing? It was just, you know. How fucking badass is it catching sharks with a fishing pole? Plus doing it for payment, also a bonus."

"Yeah," Liam nodded. "Fifty thousand Bells and they'll redo your store or add a room to your house or whatever. Overnight. I had them add a bedroom to the apartment."

For reasons.

Yes, please note how Beau was squinting intently at him now.

"I guess I should check with Karolina, huh, but I've been wanting like a personal training room or something. I keep shaking workout machines out of trees. Feels like that might be a hint, I don't know."

It was one of those things that Liam was simultaneously bursting at the seams to talk about but also afraid of jinxing the whole thing.

"The island's never been good at subtle even when things are 'normal' around here," Liam agreed.

"The fuck even is normal anyway," Beau snorted in amusement, one eyebrow twitching upward as Yasha turned and got very very focused on her fishing. "This is kind of a new level of what the fuck, though. I was like hitting a rock a bunch of times and it kept popping out Bells?"

She'd also dug up a bag of Bells from a glowing spot on the ground, then buried a bunch more in the still glowing hole just to see what would happen, but she wasn't mentioning that.

"People keep just handing me things," Liam said, bemused.

"I find this level of cuteness, en masse, extremely alarming, you know?" Beau replied. "Like, just ... wow."

"I already live with talking mice, I didn't think things got much cuter than that," Liam admitted.

"Clearly, I was wrong."

"I mean ..." A quick flash of a smirk crossed Beau's face. "You maybe kinda set yourself up for it, thinking things like that."

“Maybe,” Liam conceded. “You’re saying you would’ve been able to imagine all this alarming cuteness as existing even before it happened, though?” he asked, somewhat skeptical.

"Fuck no," Beau replied immediately ~~as opposed to the speed of this ping reply lolsob~~. "But Jester would -- oh, man, I should maybe get pictures for her ~~and earn Nook Miles for it~~. Then again, I don't know if I should give her ideas?"

“If you don’t, I will,” Liam ‘threatened’. Look, he was unlikely to have to deal with any major fallout due to Jester getting ideas so he had absolutely zero compunctions about giving her any.

"Don't fucking even," Beau retorted, glaring at him with no heat whatsoever. "Between her and Kar, I'm surrounded by cute shit all the time."

Because she minded that so much, really.

"Oh no," Liam said, lifting a hand to his heart. "Beauregard. That sounds terrible. I don't know how you could possibly survive such a fate."

For the record, Jester's unique style of communication had definitely taken some getting used to- either getting spammed with several messages in quick succession or receiving just a single message that cut off abruptly.

The latter was still confusing, used to it or not, but it was also hilarious.

Also hilarious: those rare instances where she actually didn't have much to say and the message trailed off with her singing "doot doot doot" or something just as vague and nonsensical.

"It's the fucking worst," Beau complained, vehemently because it was in fact the opposite. "Jes and Caduceus can both do this spell, right, Spirit Guardians or something like that? And Deuce's is all cool and morbid, with the angry biting fairies? Jester has these, like ... hamster unicorns. That was a collaboration with Karolina."

She sighed loudly. LOOK WHAT SHE HAD TO DEAL WITH.

Liam narrowed his eyes.

"You realize now that you need to film this the next time you're there so I can see it, right?" Liam demanded.

HE WAS MISSING OUT, CLEARLY.

"They are pretty amazing," Beau conceded. "Getting your ass kicked by something cute and harmless-looking ... yeah, you know what, that makes sense for those two. Also complements the giant spectral lollipop really well. It's like she committed to a theme."

"Giant spectral lollipop?" Liam echoed. "Is that anything like that giant floating head that one guy could make?"

"Who -- oh, Shakäste. Yeah, I've read -- heard a lot of shit about that being a pretty standard divine magic thing," Beau said, like there was a point in pretending she didn't like to read any more. "Some people just like to do it with style, I guess."

Yeah, there was a snort and an eyeroll at that attempted correction there. Come on, Beau. Liam knew you'd worked in a library before, you giant nerd.

"And here I am still boggling at how 'pretty standard divine magic' is even a thing," Liam shook his head.

Verity's world had magic, of course, but none of it was particularly in the Price's wheelhouse ~~at least insofar as he knew~~, and they tended to outsource things like charms or spells.

Watch Beau oh so casually manage to miss out, somehow, on the snort and eyeroll. DO NOT ACKNOWLEDGE THE NERDINESS.

"Magic in my world is a special kind of weird, I'm gathering," she said wryly.
"What Jester and Caduceus and Shakäste do is -- their magic comes from their deities. Or the strength of their faith in their deities. Or whatever. Druid nature magic, that's something else completely but it has like some similarities with divine magic. And the shit that Caleb and Nott do is the nerdy shit, blah blah and you sort of get it, right? Okay."

"I'm telling Jester to tell Caleb and Nott you called it 'nerdy shit, blah blah'," Liam singsonged.

It was probably a good thing that Caleb and Liam weren't interdimensional pen-pals. The universe(s) didn't need that much collective angst.

It was bad enough that Liam and Yasha were on the same island, anyway.

Speaking of whom, Yasha turned around holding a very large blue marlin that was dripping sea water all over her boots and gave him a curious look. "Well, that's what it is, isn't it?"

Not trying to defend Beau from getting picked on or anything, however playfully. Nope.

"It's a little dismissive, though, don't you think?" Liam said gently. "Especially when someone might take a great deal of pride in being able to do some of that 'nerdy shit'."

"I never said there was anything wrong with it!" Beau objected, somewhat sulkily. "It's just true. It's not like an innate ability or a gift from a god, that shit takes work."

She paused.

"And a fuckton of expensive paper."

"Now that I don't doubt," Liam said drily.

The inaccessibility of education to people without financial means was another rant entirely.

Yeah, best not to get Beau started on that one. She'd had her face rubbed in the expensive education that was supposed to give her an advantage for too many years as a kid.

"Anyway, yeah, magic is a whole complicated thing," she concluded.

"Definitely above my pay grade, anyway," Liam said with a nod.

"Dude." Beau aimed a light punch at, or rather just past, his shoulder. "What you can do is badass too. You saved my life, remember?"

Yasha glanced between them. "Wait, what?" That was supposed to be her job, Liam!

Pfft, Yasha, Beau almost-died enough for there to be plenty of opportunities to save her to go around.

"I dunno if I'd call it badass," Liam scoffed, running a hand through his hair, looking suddenly embarrassed.

"While we were coming to rescue you guys," Beau clarified to Yasha, then said to Liam, more seriously, "Without you and Karolina and Rey there, I don't know if we would have pulled that off, man."

"We did make a pretty good team," Liam had to admit. Because it was one thing to downplay his own skills, but he wouldn't- couldn't- do that to Rey and Karolina.

"Not to speak for Jester and Fjord but I appreciate it," Yasha said softly. "I've probably said that before, I know, but -- I appreciate it a lot."

Including picking up the slack and saving Beau's unconscious ass yet again while she was incapacitated.

Was Liam going to start keeping a tally once he found out that was kind of a thing? Absolutely, yes.

He shrugged again, a little uncomfortable at being thanked for just doing what was right.

Oh, wow, look at this neat rock over here on the ground! Super interesting!

Oh, look, Beau was also uncomfortable!

"I mean, sure, right?" she mumbled, grabbing her shovel to dig out a hapless clam that just had to show itself at a convenient time. "We're not that much of a bunch of assholes that -- yeah."

It was only a matter of time before Jester informed Liam of Beau's unconsciousness habit, so a tally was going to happen.

"Seriously, Yasha. Anytime," Liam managed, finally. "You need my help, I'll be there." It was just what he did.

"You ... and Beau and her friends, and the Mighty Nein --" it was still hard to think of herself as part of that group, rather than just an adjacent they tolerated for Molly's sake -- "have been very kind in risking your lives for us," Yasha said, almost in a whisper, halting and hesitant. "I don't deserve all that but ... I do appreciate it."

Yeah, you know what, this was also a lot of guilt and angst to combine with Liam's.

Between that, their propensity for black clothing, the height, and the whole looks-human-but-isn't-really thing... Liam and Yasha really were peas in a pod.

"I think you do. Deserve it, I mean." Liam countered. He knew what it was like, to feel like one didn't. Still struggled with it himself, honestly.

Also the healing! Granted, Yasha's ability in that respect was meager at best, just barely enough to get someone (like certain headstrong monks, not to name names) back up on their feet, but regardless, it was a common thing.

She could have argued with that, about whether she deserved it, but that involved more talking than she wanted to do, especially about herself. So instead it was her turn to shrug and shuffle her feet.

Which was probably a fairly clear contradiction in itself.

There was also a mutual fondness for a certain headstrong monk, though that fondness definitely manifested in very, very different ways.

"So," Liam said, after a beat. "Sharks?"

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