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[fortalkingback]

The Runaways' first beach cookout of the season is officially a go. I've got the hot-dogs, tofu-dogs, patties and black-bean-burgers all set and ready to go. Portable grills are god's work, man.

So who's down? I'm going to try to scrape up a game of beach volleyball, so hey, the more the merrier. We do have a cookout bouncer in the form of a

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[badancestry]

When do we start setting up?

[arsenical]

I won't be boring! I'm coming, am I not?

[tofuinthesky]

Yeah, but it's no fun without you playing with us, Gert. You won't burn if you put on enough sunscreen.

[arsenical]

I'll be playing. Through Old Lace.

[tofuinthesky]

That's not the same and you know it.

[arsenical]

What happened to 'won't force my beliefs on others'?

[tofuinthesky]

This is volleyball, not veganism.

[arsenical]

Same thing for me.

[tofuinthesky]

It is not! You're just saying that so I'll let you be boring under the umbrella.

[badancestry]

You're tanning?

[arsenical]

Absolutely not. I'll be under the umbrella. But if I do, it'll be hell.

[badancestry]

Did we stock up on sunblock?

[arsenical]

God, I hope we did.

[badancestry]

Adding it to the list. That's something I definitely don't want to be caught without.

[arsenical]

I knew you would understand.

[ooc; they probably turn into tomatoes anyway]

[badancestry]

I've got you covered.

Literally.

[ooc; tanning is against goth protocol~]