Who: Gohan + you.
Where: Western bay of the island.
When: All day Wednesday.
Style: Your choice.
Status: Open.

Hours of swimming, cataloguing the small saltwater fish, and Gohan finally spies a prize. Living in the city -- a living, thriving city -- is interesting in that they have everything ready-made. No need to sew your own clothes, grow or catch your own food, no need to even entertain yourself, really.

All the same, being surrounded by water gave him a terrible craving for fresh fish, and the only way to really ensure the fish was fresh was to do it the way his father had taught him.
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Who: Sola and his creepy stalker Ghirahim
Where: Sola's bedroom window (sob)
When: After the mass exodus of Larmline
Style: Brackets, brackets as far as the eye can see
Status: Closed

[Settling into a new house is never easy and Sola's a little jumpier than most lately. While other aspects of his life are all kinds of wonderful, that white demon guy bothering him at every chance and the bombs going off that caused his and his Trolldads' move are more than enough to set him on edge.

So here's Sola, lying in bed and staring at the ceiling, trying to not jump at all the different sounds this new house makes in contrast to their old apartment.]

Who: Matrim Cauthon and you!
Where: Inside the Nostalgia Nook
When: Morning to Afternoon
Style: [Action!]
Status: Open~!

[Today, Mat's decided to look through all the selections of longbows, and if what he's muttering is any clue, he isn't finding what he's looking for. Only really seeing all the bows on his right doesn't help any.]

Blood and ashes...Too short. And that one feels about to crack... [He reaches for a couple more, lifting them individually before putting them back with a grumble, leaning on his ashandarei a bit.]

Too light. And that one was too heavy. [He turns left to better see the selection, lifting another possible choice before putting it back with a sigh.]

This one's too tall. And all of these probably wouldn't have enough flaming range. [Bother him?]

Who: Gorthan and you!
Where: A beach on the island.
When: Today, though there will probably be similar scenes happening every morning all week.
Style: Starting with prose, but I'll match yours.
Status: Open!

Gorthan is aware that this may not be Earth. Even so... the ocean is as blue as it was during that fateful summer. The summer he realized that the conquest of Earth would only be detrimental to Evron... and to himself.

There's a very peculiar bather this morning on the island, clad in nothing but a turquoise loincloth, and he doesn't seem to care about the really strange weather - Gorthan's amazement at this world knows no seasons. His head is a spot of violet and orange in the waves, and his blue eyes are widened in amazement at all the similar blue surrounding him.

Glimpses of his broad chest, large, muscular arms and comparatively flimsy, lithe legs can be seen as he swims ashore, and he swims fast. It happens, when you have large, webbed feet that render flippers completely unnecessary. He takes deep breaths once he's out of the water - this was something he had needed for a long time.

From a bag left lying on the sand, he takes out a notebook and begins writing, speaking his thoughts aloud as he does so. "Could it be... that our species... was originally an aquatic one? As a hypothesis, it seems deserving... of consideration."

You'd think a duck would have thought of that before...

Characters: FISH OLYMPICS PARTICIPANTS and whoever wants to watch
Location: ISLAND
Time: Allllll dayyyyy
Style: First
Status: OPEN. threadhop, threadjack, be competitors

[ And thus with the opening of the festivities came the poor harassed native who had to run his way up through the elevator (he jogged in place) and all the way around the island to the beach where the majority of the events would occur--

Carrying one of these beauties. Yes, that is a glowstick trident.

The natives are cheapskates, okay.

Regardless, there is quite the crowd there watching you all compete. May the...best (?) team win? ]

WEDNESDAY - WATER PAINT BALL

[ in the small, pleasant forested area near the elevator, there have been left what look like, well, bazooka launchers. Your ammo? Water balloons with colored water in them. It’s hard to say what the natives put into them, but that color sticks. You can throw the balloons or you can shoot them at each other or really, anything goes.

The team with the last person standing, not soaked and not colorful, wins!

This is a full team event, and friendly fire is a thing, so be careful! Or don’t. That’s cool too.]

THURSDAY - FLY FISH SKIING

[ viewable from a distance, there are 8 platforms set out in the ocean, each with a large banner hanging above them with each team’s respective betta printed on them. tied to the platforms and ready for racing are four of these per team (each about the size of ice skates); they appear to be in a set of two, if the way the harnesses connect two together is anything to go by. contestants are expected to strap them on their feet, and use bridles for steering. they’re a little tricky to maneuver and can be a bit temperamental, so good luck!!

the racing course is set to a marker about a half of a mile out at sea; retrieving the flag and bringing it back first makes you the winner! ]

FRIDAY - SAND CASTLE BUILDING

[ build a sandcastle.

Kicking other team’s sandcastles over is probably against the rules but it’s not like anyone is watching so. Don’t build it too close to the waves, either; you don’t want them washing away your work of art. Your tools are buckets, shovels and whatever you can find on the beach.

Go wild.]

FRIDAY - SWIMMING RACE

[ contestants will swim a pre-set track, spanning across the course both above water and underwater. the track is marked by buoys above, and hoops below. the underwater section appears about halfway through the course. the participant to reach the end of the course first wins! hopefully you’re a good swimmer. ]

MEDICAL TENT

[ the head nurse arranged for this citing that she knows you're all a bunch of idiots. ]

As an added note, we know some of this stuff isn’t the easiest to play out--but this is also a great space for team shenanigans before and after the events as well. Feel free to use this log for things like that as well!

Who: Vriska & Anyone
Where: The lake
When: Afternoon, July 11th
Style: Action or prose, doesn't matter.
Status: Open!

( fishing is a dumb sport anyways )