(o12)(video) ♐ sinking like a siren that can't swim anymore

[slayerdom]

[ Buffy is wearing beachwear as if it's the middle of summer. Which, on Mon Cal, it is. I just decided that. You're welcome. She's got sunglasses and bikini top straps hanging out of her tanktop. She's got a bag slung over her shoulder and is working on getting people checked in at the hotel on one of the Hakawa Islands. The towns are small

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[uberwitch]

Sunscreen. We have sun screen right? [Someone is just happy right now. Space and now the beach? Willow is in heaven.] I don't want to be all tomato-y.

[slayerdom]

Gallons. Well, not actual gallons, but the kind of overpack-y levels that resemble gallons. [ She digs through her tote bag which is doubling as a purse for this trip and pulls out a tube of sunscreen. ] Protect yourself accordingly.

[uberwitch]

You know us red heads, we're prone to burning bright red. [She says it in her fake haughty voice before she grins.]

[slayerdom]

Ooh, but hey, bright side? You'd match. [ She raises her eyebrows like 'huh? huh? good, right?' ]

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[ofinsurrectum]

I would be happy to make sure your apartment is locked.

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[slayerdom]

You can --? Ooh! That's right. And behold the handiness of a teleportable friend. Please and thank you. Do your stuff, angel-guy. [ It's locked, for the record. ]

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[ofinsurrectum]

[ there's a mess of static for a few minutes, then it abruptly cuts off. ]

Your door is locked.

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[slayerdom]

And you have officially won status as my hero for the day. You're the best, Castiel. You know, you should think about marketing that. Maybe try a courier service.

[imnot_likeyou]

[and Sam is wandering down to the beach because he wants to and he promised Jo he wound. He's actually in shorts, and a t-shirt and looks pretty relaxed all things considered.

Leaving drama on the ship? Yep. That's Sam.]

[slayerdom]

[ Buffy's heading over, hopping a little as she pulls off her flipflops because they're just flinging sand around and slowing her down. She stuffs them in her bag and catches up with Sam. ]

Look at you, relax-o-guy. I didn't know you had a non jeans-and-hoodie setting. [ There's a bright smile that accompanies that in order to make it clear it's all in good fun. ]

[imnot_likeyou]

[smiles back]

Hey, I lived in California for a while. I know how to go to the beach.

[he can tease right back, when given the opportunity.]

[slayerdom]

You beach? [ Genuine amazement. ] Who knew! [ Ribbing aside, she glances out at the water. ] So, right about now you must be sharing the major feel-good of homeyness. I know it's giving me a happy. [ She smiles back at him. ] I'm all-California all the time. Well, usually. In-land, but within beach-y distance.

[excessivehubris]

[Okay, that makes him laugh.]

You look like you're certainly roughing it there, Buffy.

[slayerdom]

Why rough when there's a hotel with a pool despite beach-y proximity?

[excessivehubris]

Well, I don't know. It sounds as if the ride there was a bit bumpy.

[slayerdom]

There were ... bumps. Large, crater-y bumps. But, we're past them. I hope.

[incaution]

[Oh look, here's Jo. Laying stretched out on the sand in the black bikini Buffy basically picked out for her and made her buy helped her find. She's not getting a tan, because that's something Jo Harvelle would never let herself lie out and do.

No, she's just taking an afternoon catnap in the sun, just enjoying all this time where she's not expected to do a single thing. There's no demons, no explosions, no war, and no drama. Just her, and...all those people she traveled here with.

Feel free to come and bother her, people she traveled here with.]

[slayerdom]

[ Buffy is here to interrupt your relaxing. She's dropping a volleyball on Jo's stomach. Where did she get it? No one knows. ] Come on, lazy bones. We're finally getting the chance to move around and you're sleeping?

[incaution]

I was too busy making sure none of you killed each other and keeping Dean occupied to get any sleep on the ship. [She sits up enough to stare at the volleyball like what is this girl sport ball doing on me?]

[slayerdom]

Sleep when you're dead like the rest of us. [ ... That is less casual when you factor in that Jo is actually dead back home. Oops. Oh well. She's moving on. ] Come on. There's a beach volleyball game with our names on it.