OPEN RP POST

[sparklemagpie.livejournal.com]

The sun in shining!

The waves are crashing!
The seagulls are taking your hotdogs like the cocky b*tches they are!



IT'S BEACH PARTY TIME!

There's volleyball, fire pits, surfing and sandcastles!

GO HAVE FUN ON YOUR SHORE LEAVE MEATSHIP DENZIENS! STACY LOVES YOU EXTRA TODAY!

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[andwellallgohome]

[The Chief is stretched out on his back on a beach towel in the sun. He's got sunscreen so his blindingly pale skin won't burn, his hands behind his head, eyes half shut... he seems pretty comfortable. So crew, have a big scarred up Spartan apparently chilling out. Feel free to poke him.]

[bostonbeatcop.livejournal.com]

_{[Plants a beach umbrella in the sand next co chief and sprawls out in one of those beach chairs. Also has a cooler full of beer and fancy drinks with little umbrellas.]}

Beer?

_{[He holds one out to the massive scarred fellow.]}

[prettycoolguy]

[The Chief cracks an eye open and looks up at Robert]

Thanks, but I don't drink.

[bostonbeatcop.livejournal.com]

_[Shrugs.]

Suit yourself.

_{[He takes a swig of beer.]}

Nice to get some downtime, huh? Or leave, if you wanna call it that.

[andwellallgohome]

[He relaxes again]

Nice to get some air that hasn't already been breathed by something else.

[unsc-rabbit.livejournal.com]

Here Chief, have your not-sister walking up. Firstly fact to notice would be, she's in a bikini. Second fact to notice would be that she seems very bemused by this whole situation. She's just sort of wandering along the beach until she spots him.

Next instant, here. Have two big, scarred up Spartans just chillin'. Kelly's not so much big as she is tall, but, you get the picture.

She nods to her C.O. "Sir."

[prettycoolguy]

The Chief opens one eye fully. "Kelly," he says, acknowledging but not moving.

It's nice to have her around when they're not busy trying not to die. The Spartans don't get much time like this.

[governmentninja]

Oh, you Spartans, letting your guards down.

Have some waterballoons.

[andwellallgohome]

Oho really now?

The Chief's UP, kicking up sand, and he's after Leon. He makes a quick, stabbing hand gesture to Kelly that cleanly translates to "I've got his legs."

[unsc-rabbit.livejournal.com]

Kelly's up in an eyeblink, and oh, were you trying to get away, Leon? Cause she's pretty much got your exit route covered already. She nods at John and blurs around Leon to cut him off.

[governmentninja]

Get away? No. He knows that's impossible. Buuuuut. Hitting a Spartan that's relaxed? That easy.

Hitting a Spartan that's on their game? That was more difficult, but he was going to try anyway. So have some more waterballoons you two. If he could peg one of them again, it'll be well worth it.

[prettycoolguy]

Chief's a big target, and he's not really worried about dodging so he takes one full in the chest.

Doesn't slow him down though, he's still diving to grab ahold of Leon's legs. Once Kelly has his arms they can decide what they're going to do with him.

[unsc-rabbit.livejournal.com]

Kelly on the other hand is not so large a target, and she's fast. Fast enough to grab one of the balloons right out of the air and sling it right back at the dead man's face.

Then she'll go for his arms.

[governmentninja]

Ok, that is fast. He really wasn't expecting the balloon to be coming back at him, and it caught him cleanly. But while Leon may be crazy for doing this, he's not stupid enough to stand still. He tried to dodge out of the way of the Chief and Kelly, but actually ducking a pair of Spartans was probably even out of his league.

[prettycoolguy]

Chief helps Kelly heft Leon up. He smirks.

"What do you propose we do with this fine specimen of dead man, Kelly?"

[unsc-rabbit.livejournal.com]

Easily lifting the dead weight over her head, Kelly smirks back at her not-brother.

"Since we aren't in space, sir. In holding with Old Earth Navy tradition, I recommend a burial at sea."

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

You can relax?

[Hiiiiint of a smirk]

[andwellallgohome]

Sometimes.

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

I was starting to think it was impossible.

[Hypocritical? Never!]

[prettycoolguy]

You should talk.

[He notices.]

[flunkingspanish.livejournal.com]

"Wow. I know I'm Captain Obviousing it here, but you're almost reflective."

Paco possibly smelled faintly of alcohol. Maybe he just got in the way of Leon and Claire's beer fight (http://community.livejournal.com/insertmeathere/11950.html?thread=1059502#t1059502). Maybe he'd stolen some, or weaseled it out of the beer-guard with puppy-eyes and his arm stump.

What he didn't smell of was sunscreen, because Paco was one of those people who didn't sunburn. Ever. Nyah-nyah.

He flopped down next to Chief and took a sip of coke out of his red plastic cup.

[prettycoolguy]

"You wear a suit of armor like mine day in day out for a few years, Guzman, and see what color you are when you're done."

He opens one eye fully to watch Paco, but otherwise doesn't move. He's just teasing, really. There's no real severity in it.

"What are you up to?"

[flunkingspanish.livejournal.com]

"Probably not as white as you are," Paco returned with a chuckle. "I got the melanin explanation waaaaay back in elementary school when Brenda kept turning lobster-colored."

He yawned and set his drink down so he could push his sunglasses back up on his nose.

"Nothing much. Brenda's inflicting fun on Brainy, and I think Jaime's been eaten by sand." A beat. "Not literally."

[prettycoolguy]

"Good, if he were I'd have to get up."

It takes conscious effort for him to relax like this. He generally doesn't like being so vulnerable.

"We still going to have a Brainy when Brenda's done with him?"

[flunkingspanish.livejournal.com]

"And that would suck," Paco agreed. He liked to think of being relaxed as his natural state of being, and beaches were a good place to enjoy that.

"Probably. Unless he melts like the Wicked Witch of the West when she chucks him into the ocean. But he'd have mentioned that if it were a problem."