A day on the beach

[not_heavens_adam]

Who: Johnny and open!
When: 4/9, midday into evening
Where: On the island
What: Soaking in the sun
Style: Whichever!
Status: Open

It was almost twenty months since he'd arrived in the bubble. In those months, there had been three separate times where he had the opportunity to go into the sun without the fear of turning to ash. The first had been when he'd been turned into an angel, unfortunately it had been raining and with everything else going on, he hadn't had the chance. The second had been when he'd switched bodies with Rinoa, not something he was going to complain about since he did get a chance to walk on the beach, but it hadn't been him. The last had been when he'd reverted to a twenties and human version of himself, but it had never crossed his mind to take advantage of the sunlight since, for that 'Johnny' he hadn't lost it yet.

When he'd awoken on Monday, it was a little amusing to discover how unsurprising it was to find his senses dampened like someone had thrown a wet towel over his head, but after so many curses where he lost those senses, it was just the sign that coral was having it's fun.

It hadn't taken him too long to discover, this time, it was because he'd become human again. Of course, at the price that he couldn't actually touch anyone himself, but as unnerving as that was, they could still touch him and that meant he wasn't going to begrudge this curse too much. Especially since he could now do the impossible.

He'd already asked Sola to come up and meet him a bit later, and that was what the picnic basket he set on the beach was for, but he had some time for himself and he fully intended to use it. Calmly, he stripped and folded his shirt, followed by his pants, and set his shoes on top of the clothing so he was left in nothing but his underwear. Then he took off, intent on jumping right into the ocean for a mid-day swim.

After a while, he went back onto the beach to sprawl out on a towel (still without his clothes), to let the sun dry him off, not unlike the cat-demon when she wasn't doing her household chores.

((OOC: Running into Johnny when he's in the ocean or on the beach are both fine!))

Comments

[sorcery_fledgling]

Hope you don't mind your sun bathing being interrupted, Johnny. Because you're going to have two dogs interrupting it. One dog he'll recognize as Sacra. The other trails behind the cyborg dog, a furry brown and white dog who's a bit more hesitant.

"Angelo! Sacra! Get back here!"

Rinoa's voice echoes in the distance, trying to summon both dogs back.

[replicatedcourage]

[Sola does come up to meet him eventually, having had a few other things to do such as "lose" his fairy in a kitchen cabinet (won't Fai be surprised!), but by the time Johnny's done with his swim and splayed out under the sun, the replica is finally making his way up to the beach, though hardly dressed for such an excursion as he's still clad head to toe in his usual tunic and tights.

Johnny's state of undress sends Sola off balance for a moment, but the undeniably happy smile on the not-currently-vampire's face gives the Hylian pause and he smiles too, making his way over to plunk down in the sand next to his basking matesprit.

In lieu of a hello that he can't currently give, he taps Johnny on the arm gently.]

[behind_my_smile]

Fai tended to go up to the surface whenever it was nice. It was quiet usually and he was able to just sit and think and not worry about anyone wandering up to see the normally energetic vampire being a little more somber. Of course this time when he walked up, there was a familiar face jumping into the water. Fai smiled as he walked up to the water's edge.

This curse had given him back something he had lost, but it was a little different then he was expecting. It was strange being able to see out of both eyes again but it definitely wasn't unpleasant. He hadn't realized how much he had missed it. What he had lost in return? Wasn't much of a loss in his mind. It seemed he too was back to being human. He wondered if perhaps this was what it would be like if he ever did get his eye back on his world. The mismatched eyes..no powers..It was a nice future to hope for.

He placed his hands on his hips as he waited for Johnny to surface. Might as well harass the other not-sparklepire.