After Raven's little revelation on Sunday that she didn't actually know her own birthday, Kathy had immediately started insisting that she should pick one. Because everyone apparently had to have a birthday. Raven could admit it was probably easier than just kind of deciding at some point that she was a year older. So she'd picked Coco Chanel's ( Read more... )

So, yesterday had been Hardison's birthday but as the crew had, umm, lost track of the date over the past week, they'd only realized that Hardison was twenty-eight today. Making the impressive decision to actually leave the house today, they'd all trooped down to the beach to have a small cookout. Well, as 'small' a cookout as Eliot could be ( Read more... )

It was not a bad day to be Mabel. She had been taking Waddles out for a walk along the beach today to look for shiny sea glass when she had blinked, sneezed, and suddenly realized that she was less girl-shaped and more magpie shaped than usual. Waddles had looked at her strangely, but only for a moment, before deciding that Mabel was Mabel no ( Read more... )

So, here was the thing about Jonothon: He was not made for hot summer weather ( Read more... )

You know how sometimes you just got a good flow on and focused like hell on one single thing? Yeah, that had eaten up all of Mike's holiday weekend despite his original plans to the contrary. He'd meant to have a barbecue on the fourth and invite people over - or at the very least go out on the beach and drink the day away ( Read more... )

Darkness found Allie on the beach, wading into the water and watching to see if any of the nearby towns were going to be setting off fireworks for the holiday.

All in all, it wasn't a bad way to spend the night.

Yesterday's class (the one with the bar fight, not the other one, which had been pure and joyous fun) had turned out okay, since Raven had helped her save Bubbles and Hardison had been really nice to her (he'd even given her chocolate milk!) so she'd slept okay, once she'd gathered up her toys and clung to them a bit back in the yurt ( Read more... )

Was it cliche to go for a nighttime swim? If it was, Jasper didn't care. His whole life probably slotted nicely into a few different cliches. There were tropes and cliches created specifically to fit someone like him. And he continued to not care ( Read more... )

It had been far too long since Bucky had last been on a beach. Far too damn long. So when the weather this morning seemed more than favorable to being outside, he packed his breakfast in a paper bag and took it with him outside, and all the way to the beach ( Read more... )

After a stop at the Perk for a coffee while she sent out a quick Guess who's visiting! text to folks she thought might be around or have time to visit, Karla made her way to the beach for a bit. It was winter back home, almost Winsol in fact, so visiting here in the beginning of summer was a lovely change. She vanished her jacket and shirt, kicked ( Read more... )