we frolicked about in our summer skin

[straightupbitch]

That Santana doesn't hate every little thing about the island comes as a surprise even to herself. This, of course, is not to say that she is at all content: Most things still annoy the crap out of her, but Tabula Rasa manages to make up for not being Lima by - Well, not being Lima. A consequence of hating most everyone and everything is that she

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[liliesfromluce]

Luce remembers the girl. It's hard to forget such a powerful first meeting when you're practically accused of being the reason for kidnapping. She stops in her path, toting up the basket of bulb carefully and raising a brow. "I'm sure ten seconds won't hurt too much. Will they?"

[straightupbitch]

Were she the kind of girl to get embarrassed - she is not, but if she were - this would be Santana's cue. Her behavior upon arrival was nothing short of sensational, and not in the good way, but at least it's two months past now. Nevertheless, she recognizes the voice easily enough, and after edging upward to rest on her elbows finally opens her eyes. "It's been more than ten seconds already," she points out before nudging at the basket the woman has in hand. "What's the deal with all these flowers?"

[liliesfromluce]

"Hazards of being a florist," Luce says, lifting them up into the air. "I've been won in the auction to spruce up the Catscratch Club for a month. Easy enough, as it sounds, until you realize no one's done a thing to the outside in ages." She offers a smile as she digs through and searches for something a bit more unique than just a rose.

She pulls a flaming-orange orchid and holds it out. "Sorry about the dirt. I'm trying to transplant them, but..." She digs out scissors from her pocket to trim the stem before getting it over to Santana. "Beautiful flower for a beautiful woman."

[straightupbitch]

Brows furled suspiciously, Santana reaches for the flower with some hesitance, not entirely sure what to make of it. Still, she offers a smile of gratitude before responding with, "It's Santana, by the way." They didn't exactly get around to names the first time around, what with the freaking out and accusations, neither of which she can be blamed for, but still.

[teenagerenegade]

"I'm pretty sure it's everybody's sun," says Charlie, shading his eyes as he looks down at her. He's sporting sunburn across his nose, something that he always manages to end up with around this time of year and it never stops amusing Edmund.

He does step to one side, though. He's pretty sure that he doesn't recognise her.

[straightupbitch]

Oh, joy. She loves it when they get cheeky. Call her spoiled, but Santana is used to the flocks of simpleminded teens that fill the halls at McKinley, kids who wouldn't recognize the use of sarcasm or a good joke if it beat them silly with a baseball bat. It's taken some getting used to, that the kids here aren't quite as dense, and she still isn't sure whether this development is a welcome one.

Allowing her eyes to flutter open, she squints up against the sunlight for a better look, confirming her suspicion that he who spoke is somewhere around her age. "Yeah, well, looks like I'm the only one using it wisely," she snaps, pointing at his nose.

[teenagerenegade]

Charlie gives a good-natured shrug. He grazes his fingers against the reddened skin of his nose. He gives her a grin.

"Happens every year," he says. "I've stopped giving a fuck. Makes life a lot easier."

[straightupbitch]

"You've been here for over a year?" She doesn't as so much as demand, a sense of urgency to her voice, and notable to the careful ear, some panic as well. She knows, of course, that there are those who have been stuck here for close to five years, but there's a difference between rumor and firsthand account. To date, Santana isn't sure she's met anyone who's met the full year mark.

[arrownomore]

Despite all the begging and pleading, the clothes box was refusing to give Cissie a bathing suit in normal colors so she'd been forced to set out to get some sun wearing the red suit with the golden lightning bolt that had caused some of her friends so much amusement. She was dating Bart now so she supposed it was all right, but really, the whole thing was just ridiculous. All she wanted was a normal suit but apparently that was too much to ask.

"Only for a second," she said brightly to the girl and stepped over to the side. "Sorry, I was just trying to figure out if this was a good spot or not."

[straightupbitch]

The aforementioned lightning bolt is indeed the first thing to draw Santana's attention when her eyes flutter open, eyebrows furrowed in confusion bordering on sympathy. She's had her fair share of bad clothes box days, almost always treated to some variation of Brittany's 'Lebanese' t-shirt, but still nothing so bad as this. (Yet.) "I'm Santana," she offers with a nod to the blonde. "Nice suit."

[arrownomore]

"I'm Cissie," she said with a rueful smile as she spread out her towel. At least the towel was normal, if a boring white. Maybe that wasn't much, but she was going to take it after all the other weird stuff the box gave her.

She made a face and leaned back with a sigh. "Oh, this suit. I've been trying for weeks to get something that's not so superhero-y but no, none of that for me. Maybe I should really shoot the stupid thing. It'd probably make it worse but I'd feel better."

[straightupbitch]

"Violence is never the answer," Santana chides sarcastically, wagging a finger at the other girl. "Except for when it totally is," she quickly adds, smirking, because she is herself guilty of resorting to hair-pulling and clawing at her problems on more than one occasion (and proud of it). "Anyway, shooting might be a little drastic. Plus, I don't think guns are as readily available here as they are back in the US of A."

[notfaking_it]

"Sorry, there's always someone in your light here," Lily answered, a towel over her own shoulder, dressed in the bright purple bikini she'd been lucky enough to find before the box began to insist on giving her feathers and sparkles on every single piece of clothing. She took a step to the side, shifting her shadow off the girl on the ground. "With a population this small, you'd think it would happen less, but that doesn't seem to be the case."

But maybe that was just what happened when a hot girl put on a cute bathing suit anywhere in the world. Even on this island.

[straightupbitch]

Years of being perceived as a heartless mega-bitch - that is, when she isn't being called a slut or some variation thereof - have taught Santana never to rely on the opinions of others. She doesn't always do a great job of it, but the intention is there, and she can at least pretend convincingly enough. But no one likes to be the only person dancing at a bar or the first to raise their hand in class, and it's almost a welcome relief to open her eyes and find that she isn't the only one out here sunbathing today. Those who actually manage to be productive around here must be immune to the siren's call of the ocean; there's no other explanation for why the entire island isn't out here all day, every day.

"Yeah, I think if this place met any of the usual expectations, it would just up and implode," she jokes in return.

[notfaking_it]

"True enough," Lily agreed, spreading her towel down on the sand as she inclined her head toward the place she'd chosen. "Do you mind?" There was plenty of space up and down the beach, of course, and there was no reason to settle in right next to a stranger, but even here -- maybe especially here -- she liked meeting people. It was what made it so easy for her to get along on the island, there was always someone new, someone she'd never met.

"I'm Lily," she added. "I like the suit."

[straightupbitch]

"Ditto," says Santana with a nod. Already working in Lily's favor is the fact that she seems to be well aware that purple is all kinds of in this season, something she can definitely appreciate. So accustomed is she to the likes of Rachel Berry, who dresses like an overeager schoolgirl slash stripper, it's refreshing to be reminded that there are indeed fashionable people still living. "I'm Santana. You don't happen to teach ballet, do you?"

[itellthetaleof]

"Oh, I'm sorry! I just got struck by the view." Gabrielle had been heading to her usual thinking spot at the base of the statue of Hera but had been struck by the particularly beautiful section of beach. It was rare she could think of anything other then her revelations about Xena since the chakram had appeared out of now where so she'd stopped to enjoy it. But now, she quickly sidestepped to move out of the other girl's way.

[straightupbitch]

At least there's an apology in there somewhere. Just because she rarely makes apologies for herself doesn't mean that Santana can't appreciate when others beg her forgiveness - not that she is likely to give it, but it's the thought that counts. "It's the same beach as everywhere else on this island," she points out sharply, eyes rolling back into her head just as they flutter open.

[itellthetaleof]

"It doesn't make it any less beautiful." Gabrielle pointed out, not at all deterred by the other girl's sharp tone as she glances down with a smile. She didn't expect everyone one to think like she did but she hoped most of the inhabitants appreciated the beauty of the island.

It was easier to think about then objects suddenly appearing from home or revelations about people that weren't here.

[straightupbitch]

Just her luck, thinks Santana as the realization dawns on her. Not only is her tanning time being interrupted, it's being interrupted someone who wouldn't recognize a hint if it pulled her hair and punched her in the nose. Still, as far as ditzy blondes go - Well, she can't deny sensing some similarity, she she's not desperate or anything, but maybe it's enough reason to let her stick around.

For now, anyway.

"I guess, if you're, like, a sap or some hippie tree hugger. Wait, you are, aren't you? I'm totally getting that hippie vibe."