I open the door, hear the morning traffic [OPEN]

[valvamas]

WHO: All males
WHAT: Chillin'
WHERE: We're at the beach, baby~
WHEN: 1st day of the event
WARNING(S): TBA

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[lets_eat_leeks]

Or you could, you know, not do that. Mikuo sure isn't. Because that ice box? Has some of this stuff in it. This is the best thing that has happened to him since he found out that his cousins' lives have a soundtrack! He wrenches off the cap and throws it into the distance without caring about where it goes because the point is to open this manna from heaven and down about a third of it in ten seconds.

"Oh my god!" The hot sun reflects off of his grinning teeth. "I have no idea how we got here, but don't ask. If this is a dream I don't wanna wake up."

[rules_the_east]

"It is your dream?" Russia is suddenly standing behind him, peering over his shoulder at the bottle in the other male's hand. Since when had they two people with a hair colour like that in the asylum?

[lets_eat_leeks]

Mikuo manages to hide his surprise within another generous sip of the vegetable juice. How does Russia always sneak up on him like that? "Yeah, it pretty much is." He sighs happily, temporary fear satiated by his drink. "I missed this stuff from home so much, you have noooooo idea." To be honest, he hasn't really drunk much of anything so far in the asylum - it's all too tasteless to justify its high water content for him. Kind of like most of the food.

[rules_the_east]

"What is it?"

If it was that great, maybe he could try a bit. Maybe if he tried a bit, he could work on it and then make his own. He was getting better at making all kinds of things himself, after all.

Untampered memories!Ashura

[heavens_schism]

Ashura had been to rivers before, but never to a beach like this.

Sie rushed to the sea, ignoring the others and the strange objects sie'd appeared with in favor of splashing about in the surf, sending glittering droplets of water up into the azure sky, fascinated by the strange new place.

[theshabbypearl]

[This is John. This is John sitting under a parasol, peering out at the clean white beach with utmost distrust. This is the expression of someone who considers germs a lifeform that man should coexist with peacefully, and who would rather see today's menu on the barkeeper's apron than on some fancy hard-to-read sign. And sun is something for people that want to get a sunburn. As is nature. There is TOO MUCH of that here.

Yeah, just sitting here, using the parasol as a shield.]

[charinjo2]

''What the fuck...?'' Gokudera was just standing there, looking rather baffled for a moment. Where the hell were were they? And why were everyone acting completely natural about suddenly appearing on a unknown beach? Well, as normal as this bunch could get anyway. There even seemed to be some new people here!

Gokudera marched over to the closest one, a rather thin and shabby fellow, and squatted down to address him. For some reason, the guy seemed vaguely familiar..

''Who are you, and what's this place?''

[theshabbypearl]

If distrust has a personification, it probably has John's expression at this very moment.

"Who are you?"

[charinjo2]

''I asked you first!'' Gokudera replied, scowling at the stranger.

[uprisingphoenix]

Poland was, at least a first, too busy pushing his own agenda to notice Mikuo.

Moving his things far down the beach to avoid detection (his tracks were in the sand, but he'd have to deal with that), he took his shovel and began work on a sand castle.

Nay... a sand fortress.

With walls high enough to hide behind or throw things from, and a moat.

When he was satisfied, he spread out his towel next to his nice cooler of vodka, erected his red-and-white beach umbrella to serve as a flag, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "I claim this area in the name of the Kingdom of Poland!"

[gewehrundblut]

Ordinarily, he'd be refuting that declaration with how Poland isn't really on any maps anymore, and then possibly getting Russia to help him take over Poland's claim there, except for one minor issue: He is an albino and this is a beach. A very sunny beach.

Thus, he is grudgingly roasting with the hood of this weird new coat pulled over his head, sleeves down, hands stuffed in pockets, and generally looking miserable under his white umbrella with a black border. It's far too hot and sticky to wear this much clothing, but it's too damn sunny out for him to want to undress any. Sunburn hurts like a bitch and no one wants to hear him whinge about it.

"Yeah, well, this land belongs to the Kingdom of Prussia, and y'don't hear me yellin' about it."

[uprisingphoenix]

It was frankly somewhat shocking to Poland that Prussia wasn't coming over to kick his ass for having the nerve to act like he had the right to his own property... shocking, but not dismaying in the slightest. The blond grinned, wondering if there was some way he could make the sun at his place bright like this... Then again, it wouldn't be great for the rye.

"Just like, letting people know," he called back merrily.

[gewehrundblut]

"As soon as the sun sets, you're toast!"

He snarls, baring his teeth at Poland threateningly. Fuck the sun. Fuck the beach. Fuck his life. He leans out, peering in the general direction of the sky angrily. The sun doesn't even seem to have moved! Of course, he withdraws under his umbrella pretty rapidly. The brightness hurts his eyes without anything to provide shade.

...There has got to be a way to get over there without going out in the damn sunlight.

[heavens_schism]

Ashura, tiring for the moment of splashing in the water, was on hir way back to hir cooler to see if there was any food in it when sie tripped over a strange man.

"Ah!" The child stumbled into the sand, dropping briefly to hir hands and knees before regaining hir footing. Ryuu-chan and Yasha always encouraged hir not to be rude to strangers, to avoid making a fuss, so sie gave the man a smile. "Ashura didn't see you there! Are you hurt?"

[heavens_schism]

Ashura's smile grew less timid, and a little bit relieved. "That's good!" Shoes... most people in Carriero seemed to wear them for some reason. They kind of looked like they hurt. "Ashura doesn't wear shoes..."

And then, because sie hasn't been around people other than Yasha long enough to know that it's rude: "What's that on your face?" Sie pointed to his glasses.