Fandom Beach, Saturday mid-morning

[fears_no_one]

If you'd been on the beach this morning, you might've thought that the man dressed in linen and wearing a Tahitian black pearl on a cord around his neck sitting quietly in the sand as he dried off had arrived right from the ocean.

But that would be extremely extra, wouldn't it? And Poseidon, god of the sea, was never anything but low key. Ignore hurricanes. And floods. And tsunamis.

He sat there, letting the wind blow his hair around, and stared out at the water. If the waves were bigger than they should be for a beach in Maryland, well, sometimes that happened.

[OOC: So open.]

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[hashtag_chocobro]

Being a shower and all, poor Johnny Splash didn't get to see much of the great wide world, usually just the four walls of a bathroom and everything that went along with it. So when he found himself on a bedroom that morning, well! It was like a revelation from God himself! Or herself! Johnny Splash wouldn't want to assume!

Needless to say, upon realizing that he might finally be able to go a rambling and a wandering far from the tiles he called home, he took a trepedatious and excited step forward into the great wide world!

And, well, being a shower and all, it was no surprise he found himself drawn to the water.

"Would you get a load of that!" he proclaimed in awe, leaning into his showerhead microphone. "Oh, wow! I reckon I ain't ever imagined so much water before in the world! And I'm a shower, so you better believe, that's saying a lot!"

There was a gutteral sort of 'uh-huh!' sound, accompanied with a little twist and shake of his hips, and he went back to marveling for a moment, before having to decide where to mosey on along to next.

[fears_no_one]

"You're a shower?" Poseidon asked, mentally reviewing if he'd cursed any mortals to suffer that fate.

[hashtag_chocobro]

"Straight shootin'," the bathmat-clad songster confirmed in his honky-tonk drawl, with two fingers pointing guns at the other fellow, "I sure am! Name's Johnny Splash! And don't you fret none, I'm just as bubblin' bewildered about being beyond a bathroom as you might be! Usually don't get around much, what with my head always fixed into the drywall..."

[fears_no_one]

Someone who didn't spend a great deal of time listening to Greek gods might find that entire introduction odd, but his sister Athena talked to an owl all the time, so. "Well, welcome outdoors, Johnny Splash," Poseidon said. "I am Poseidon."

[hashtag_chocobro]

"Well, thank ya kindly," Johnny Splash nodded, giving a little salute with the pink loofah in his hand, and giving him a winningly crooked grin. "I appreciate that warm welcome. Nice to meet ya, Poseidon. You from around here? I don't reckon you know if I might find myself a nice malt shop or a dance hall somewheres about these parts now, do ya?"

[fears_no_one]

"I'm not from here," Poseidon admitted. "I do like its beach, though."

[hashtag_chocobro]

"I can't say I've got much of a frame of reference, there," Johnny Splash admitted, with a sheepish sort of rub of his hand through his hair, which, of course, had that perfect fresh-out-of-the-shower tossed damp curl quality to it. "So I'll just have to take your word for it. What would you say might be your favorite parts about it?"

[fears_no_one]

"It's friendly," Poseidon said with a smile. "White sand, no riptides, enough waves to make it interesting to swim in."

[hashtag_chocobro]

"Oh, I'm not much of a swimmer," Johnny Splash admitted. "That's more of....well, that's more of a bathtub thing, if you catch my drift. But I can see why you might like that. Sounds like there could be a good song in there, if I worked it hard enough.

"Because, you know, that is something I like to do. Singin'."

If, you know, thr shower head mic wasn't enough to clue anyone in.

[fears_no_one]

Poseidon smiled. "I leave the singing to the sirens."

[stykera]

"You're new, too."

Still hadn't quite clued in to what sort of weekend this was but Stark was beginning to have his suspicions.

"Hello?"

[ifwebeworthy]

Was that an unusually large duck wearing a shirt and hat bustling down the beach, talking to himself semi-incomprehensibly in a high-pitched voice about how it was a great day for a swim? Yes, yes it was.

And, if one was capable of seeing ghosts, they might notice the spirit of a rather amused-looking, very large blond man in armor trailing behind said duck, asking anxiously, Are you related to Howard? Good sir, I beg you answer me.

Unfortunately, Donald Duck did not have the same connection to Thor as Donald Blake, and was not in the habit of seeing spirits, so he remained oblivious to Thor's pleas.

[hashtag_chocobro]

"Who-oah, there, little duck fellow," Johnny Splash called out when spotting the well-dressed water fowl bustling by, "don't suppose you know Rebel by any chance, do ya?"

Ohmygod, Johnny, you couldn't just assume all ducks knew each other!

But, in his defense, this was his first time out of the bathroom.

[ifwebeworthy]

"Who're you callin' a rebel, pal?" Donald demanded, in his...rather unique voice.

[fears_no_one]

Poseidon again checked his memory to see if he'd turned anyone into waterfowl recently, then waved amiably. "I like your hat."

[ifwebeworthy]

"Thanks!" Donald exclaimed, doffing said hat at the human(?). "I like your ahhhh...pearl! It's very shiny."

Assuming Poseidon could understand a word he said.

[fears_no_one]

Poseidon was very good with languages! "Thank you," he said, reaching up to toy with it. "It's from Tahiti."

[ifwebeworthy]

"Is that near Schenectady?" Donald wanted to know.

Donald was from Orlando, himself.

[stykera]

Stark was in the habit of seeing spirits and his eyebrow raised at seeing one following a talking duck who wore a shirt but no pants. He watched for a moment before turning his attention back to said duck.

"You're new," he said. It was almost a question. He would have noticed a large, talking duck on the island before.

[ifwebeworthy]

Donald looked around to see who else Stark might have been talking to before asking, "Who, me?" He didn't feel new. He felt like he always had!

[stykera]

Did Donald feel pantsless though? Because he was.

"I'm Stark," Stark said slowly. "Hello?"

[ifwebeworthy]

What would he need pants for? He was a duck! "Hello," Donald said in return. Well. More like 'hewwo,' but he was doing his best here. "Are you going for a swim too? It's a great day for swimming!"

[stykera]

Stark had gone for a walk this morning because getting outdoors was good and exercising was good and doing something was good.

Even if that something was stopping on the beach to watch some waves that may or may not have been bigger than normal. He was hardly an expert on waves.

He nodded to the man who looked vaguely familiar (they'd seen each other before, at least, he was pretty sure, and he hadn't yet realized it was one of Those Weekends).

"Morning," he said quietly. He didn't want to disturb anyone.

[fears_no_one]

"Good morning," Poseidon said. "The water's nice if you were looking to swim."

[stykera]

"It's too cold for swimming," Stark said quickly, shaking his head. "I don't like being that cold."

Also those waves did not look pleasant for swimming in.

[fears_no_one]

"It's June," said the god of the sea who didn't notice water temperature. "Surely it's warmed up."

[stykera]

"Not enough for me to swim in it," Stark said. "I like warm water. Not like this."

He'd wade, maybe. But not right now.

"But it's good to watch. Soothing, sometimes."

[fears_no_one]

Poseidon's lips quirked up. "But only sometimes."

[stykera]

"Nothing works for that all the time," Stark pointed out. "And sometimes it's frightening. Too vast and too wild."

[fears_no_one]

Poseidon's smile grew. "It is not to be trifled with."

Remember that, other gods.

[stykera]

"I wouldn't try," Stark said. "Who would?"

Probably a number of people on this island might try to fight the sea itself, actually. It was that kind of place.

[fears_no_one]

"There are an endless supply of mortals wanting to try," Poseidon said. "It ends the way you'd think."

[stykera]

"People can be foolish," Stark said. "I'm sure it does. I'm not one of them. One of the ones who'd try to fight an ocean."

It was the sort of thing that he might end up involved in accidentally though.

[fears_no_one]

"You definitely don't strike me as someone who would fight a hurricane," Poseidon agreed. "More like one who lives a thousand miles from danger."

[stykera]

"I live here. Mostly. Sometimes it's far from danger and sometimes it isn't but I prefer when it is."

He'd had enough of wars and fighting to last several lifetimes.

"But I don't avoid it when it's necessary."

[fears_no_one]

"What counts as necessary?" Poseidon asked.

[stykera]

"That depends." Stark said in a very enlightening fashion.

"But if I can help I try to. I don't always succeed. But I try. Even when it's dangerous."

[fears_no_one]

"And what counts as dangerous?" Poseidon asked.

[stykera]

"Everything, sometimes," Stark said with a little snort.

"You ask a lot of questions."

[fears_no_one]

"I have a lot of time," Poseidon said.

[stykera]

"So do I," Stark said. "I'm Stark. I don't think we've met."

[fears_no_one]

"I'm Poseidon," Poseidon said.

[stykera]

Stark frowned a little, trying to place the name. He'd heard it before but not here.

"Good to meet you, then."

[fears_no_one]

"And you," Poseidon said.