[OTA] Day at the Beach

[falsepretences]

It wasn't, he supposed, really a beach yet, but the rhythmic movement of the tides were already starting to erode the the grace and soil and leave something sandier in it's place. Just at the edge for now, but in time it would become a mix of sand and stones, with only patches of the grass that was currently blanketing the ground in between patches of snow.

He kicked a pebble into the...well, sea, he supposed, and eyed it before looking out at the island with the door.

"Just when you thought things couldn't get weirder..."

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[heartvestment]

"And suddenly, a beach." She pouts, running a hand through her hair. "It's not even the right time of year. And not sandy enough."

[jokeswithknives]

"Mr. Spaaaade," came the sing-song voice from somewhere behind him. Then Juliette appeared, trailed--as always--by the large black horse that accompanied the Joker everywhere, but Dutch ambled off a ways to crop at a patch of oddly green grass, while the Joker stepped up to Jordan's left.

"Did the snow melt all at once? Did it rain so hard? Where'd it come from?"

[simondsareforever]

The man that arrived on the scene next seemed to be under the impression that this beach was far more elaborate than it actually was.

That much was evident by the fact that a large, white, fluffy beach towel was over his left shoulder, he was wearing a tight-fitting blue bathing suit, and his feet were adorned with flip-flops.

Simon Thompson sighed, and shook his head. "Geez, when they told me we had a beach, I thought they meant something more...fully-formed."

Notably, he was at least wearing a shirt, so he might not actually have been intending to jump into freezing cold water. Maybe.

[messire_messer]

"It'll always get weirder," mutters the young man lying face down into the grass. There's evidence around of his fists and feet having attacked the ground. "Why can't it get weirder in ways that don't interfere?"

[yourcupoftea]

The last tremor had dislodged something in Meera, or perhaps it had forced something that was off-kilter back into its proper place. She wasn't her usual, frantic mess as she stood at the edge of the water. Before, she might've run back and forth, throwing dirt clods at their new lake, trying to sop everything up. Now... nothing. Perhaps she was simply exhausted.

Rubbing the back of her neck, she glanced over at Jordan. "You're the one who thought that?" she joked, "Damn you. You jinxed us." Her voice lowered as she took in the island. "You should never have thoughts like that."