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It’s a cold day in hell because Danny Williams is taking a surfing lesson. And not only that, but he’s actually asking Kono to help him further than just ‘here’s a board, go surf’ because there’s no way he’s about to take on one of those waves. He’s got sense. He’s a smart man. He has a bad knee and he’s not about to sacrifice the other to a wave just because the idiots here worship sea and sun.
“Maybe we could just work on the basics this much more,” Danny says, pinching his fingers together and revising his whole ‘let’s just get out there and surf’ thought. Maybe this is one of those situations where it’s better if they don’t just rip off the Band-Aid, so to speak.
And then all hell breaks loose. Worse than that, then Danny has to open his big fat goof mouth and ask stupid obvious questions. He doesn’t even know why he assumes he’s due for a break. He’s just trying to do something nice for his kid and he even bought a surfboard and endured an island-grown kid talking in pidgin behind his back and the word haole had come up way more than Danny likes.
So he’s doing a good thing and how does the universe reward him? It rewards him with warning bells and panicked people and tourists freaking their heads over the fact that the sky is falling and the alarms are ringing.
“What the hell is that?”
There’s no way he’s not going to ask. Later, he’ll slot it in with ‘Steve, did you really think this over?’ and ‘Do you really hate me that much today, Rachel?’ when it comes to Obvious 101. But right then, he’s kind of focused on the fact that alarm means bad.
“Tsunami warning,” Kono says sharply.
“It’s a tsunami…are you kidding me?”
“We have to evacuate the area, now,” Kono is still speaking, but Danny really isn’t paying attention. Danny looks off to the ocean and watches people paddling to shore, watches lifeguards herding people in, watches the goddamn calm waters, and of course in this place the water wants to kill you.
Danny misses New Jersey where the only thing the water ever did that was so wrong was maybe sometimes get involved with the wrong chemicals, but it never conspired to drag up the ocean and get as tall as ten-story buildings and then come crashing down and kill you, all because you were trying to be nice to your daughter.
He turns back when Kono starts calling his name, but it’s like everyone just bolted off at the first sound of an alarm. There’s not a soul in sight.
“Hey! Hey!” Danny shouts, top of his lungs when he can’t see Kono or the kids building the sandcastle or the lifeguards or anyone else. The sand is the same, the waves are the same, even the goddamn mountainous regions in the distance look the same, but the buildings are gone and the people are gone with it. Jesus Christ, he’s having a goddamn nervous breakdown just before a killer wave destroys everything he holds dear - which is not that much in Hawaii to start with, does he really need it taken away?
He knows he’d move fast if a tsunami was coming in, but he knows people and people do not move that fast.
“Okay, first person to explain where the hell everyone got evacuated to gets a gold star!” Danny snaps, sarcasm bleeding out of his tone. “What’s going on? Where’s the safe zone?”
[ST/LT welcome through Sunday. First tag can explain that there is no tsunami, all the rest can find him sulking beside a surfboard with some clothes on (as he is in nothing but denims)]
“Maybe we could just work on the basics this much more,” Danny says, pinching his fingers together and revising his whole ‘let’s just get out there and surf’ thought. Maybe this is one of those situations where it’s better if they don’t just rip off the Band-Aid, so to speak.
And then all hell breaks loose. Worse than that, then Danny has to open his big fat goof mouth and ask stupid obvious questions. He doesn’t even know why he assumes he’s due for a break. He’s just trying to do something nice for his kid and he even bought a surfboard and endured an island-grown kid talking in pidgin behind his back and the word haole had come up way more than Danny likes.
So he’s doing a good thing and how does the universe reward him? It rewards him with warning bells and panicked people and tourists freaking their heads over the fact that the sky is falling and the alarms are ringing.
“What the hell is that?”
There’s no way he’s not going to ask. Later, he’ll slot it in with ‘Steve, did you really think this over?’ and ‘Do you really hate me that much today, Rachel?’ when it comes to Obvious 101. But right then, he’s kind of focused on the fact that alarm means bad.
“Tsunami warning,” Kono says sharply.
“It’s a tsunami…are you kidding me?”
“We have to evacuate the area, now,” Kono is still speaking, but Danny really isn’t paying attention. Danny looks off to the ocean and watches people paddling to shore, watches lifeguards herding people in, watches the goddamn calm waters, and of course in this place the water wants to kill you.
Danny misses New Jersey where the only thing the water ever did that was so wrong was maybe sometimes get involved with the wrong chemicals, but it never conspired to drag up the ocean and get as tall as ten-story buildings and then come crashing down and kill you, all because you were trying to be nice to your daughter.
He turns back when Kono starts calling his name, but it’s like everyone just bolted off at the first sound of an alarm. There’s not a soul in sight.
“Hey! Hey!” Danny shouts, top of his lungs when he can’t see Kono or the kids building the sandcastle or the lifeguards or anyone else. The sand is the same, the waves are the same, even the goddamn mountainous regions in the distance look the same, but the buildings are gone and the people are gone with it. Jesus Christ, he’s having a goddamn nervous breakdown just before a killer wave destroys everything he holds dear - which is not that much in Hawaii to start with, does he really need it taken away?
He knows he’d move fast if a tsunami was coming in, but he knows people and people do not move that fast.
“Okay, first person to explain where the hell everyone got evacuated to gets a gold star!” Danny snaps, sarcasm bleeding out of his tone. “What’s going on? Where’s the safe zone?”
[ST/LT welcome through Sunday. First tag can explain that there is no tsunami, all the rest can find him sulking beside a surfboard with some clothes on (as he is in nothing but denims)]