somebody's waaaatchin' you

[skelepun]

Who: Sans & Ratchet + YOU (kinda)
When: Middle of the month, pre-jumanji
Where: Around the various collectives.
What: People-watching log! Comment with what your character is getting up to on their day and let two chuckle heads riff on them from a distance
Warnings: None atm!



(( OOC: Okay, so this log is a little different than usual. If you would like your character to be discussed by two fellow crew members, comment describing what they're doing with their day at one of the various locations down below! Feel free to team up with your CR and have a few of them run past or something! Anything you want that gives us stuff to jump off of. Threads may be long or short, but they will probably be jokingly teasing so be forewarned.

You only have to comment once! This is kinda a non-traditional log, but I wanted to see how it would work. Come play with us if like your characters getting joked on as much as we do. ))

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COLLECTIVE ASH3

[skelepun]

[The sun, the sand, the ocean, the sheer yardage of naked skin. Nothing quite like the beach to put in perspective how long it's been since you went to the gym.

Up on the boardwalk, Sans and Ratchet look out over the others in peaceable silence. Ice cream drips down into Sans' hoodie sleeve, but he honestly doesn't seem to care. Cold is a problem for people with flesh, after all.

Lolling his head to the side, he scans the beach and boardwalk, waiting to see if anyone interesting passes by.]

[peridork]

[Peridot is trying to distract herself from her Jasper-Lapis related miseries by giving swimming another shot. This time she's actually doing it without her limb enhancers, but she's still wearing the same standard Yellow Diamond uniform, complete with socks.

At a shorter than normal size, she doesn't have to go out anywhere near as far out as usual before she starts toeing the line of her comfort zone. She's in up to her shoulders, with her arms awkwardly lifted above the surface as she walks slowly around, because, she can't decide if she wants to commit to putting that much of herself underwater.

At least once during this ordeal, she slips on a algae-slick rock and goes down, flailing and yelling and spluttering. Her hair looks really dumb when she resurfaces. Sometimes she screams about seaweed brushing up against her leg. When she dares to try and fish something interesting out from below the surface to investigate it properly, she recoils and whips her arm back out with a crab firmly latched onto her finger. NOTHING ABOUT THIS IS FUN.

She manages to tough it out for about 20 minutes before admitting defeat and retreating back to shore.]

[neveroutwrenched]

[Next to Sans, Ratchet takes a long, loud sip through the straw of his frozen drink. He watches Peridot's tentative foray into the ocean, and to his credit, doesn't so much as laugh when she slips. Does he want to? Oh yes. But he doesn't, keeping a just barely straight face.]

Oh man. I kind of feel bad for her.

Re: COLLECTIVE ASH3

[saveyourserpent]

[Liquid's on the sand, wearing only his nuclear-print swim trunks and his MID, playing with his new husky puppy. He seems to have purchased a number of novelty dog toys and he's been wiggling them and throwing them at the small dog.

The dog, meanwhile, seems to be content to bite his fingers half the time, or run off to find other people's things to bite. Liquid finds all of this incredibly endearing. Other people do not.

Right now he's running after the dog who's decided that someone's food should be his own, and Liquid's trying his absolute hardest not to laugh. And he's failing. Oh, is he failing.]

[skelepun]

[With a quick elbow to Ratchet's side, Sans points out the endearing scene. No judgment here. Sans is not trying whatsoever to hold back his laughter.]

Hey, Ratch, I ever tell you what it's called when a cat wins a dog show?

[allyisun]

[Approach preceded by the sound of high-pitched shrieks interspersed with laughter, Allison suddenly books it past Sans and Ratchet. Her oversized white t-shirt is soaked, revealing glimpses of the yellow polka-dot bikini underneath, and her cheeks are flushed with both exertion and alcohol intake. Bouncing on her back as if it weighs almost nothing is a large water-tank that looks more like a Ghostbusters proton pack that anything else, only done up in blue and white with hints of red and gold.

She pauses briefly to turn an fire a stream of water behind her before shrieking again as she takes a hit of water square on the belly button. Then she's off again, feet kicking up sand as she beats a hasty retreat.]

[beautifulspaceraptor]

[Nihlus comes loping by after Allison donned in nothing more than a tiny, red bikini brief like a scene out of some weird alien Baywatch. He's got a neon colored Super Soaker strapped to his shoulder and there's the occasional bout of surprisingly villainous sounding maniacal laughing.

Definitely very drunk too.]

[gainedlove]

[Down along the edge of the water, two children are hunting around in the surf. Ginko is carrying a bucket, periodically glancing out in confusion and awe at the ocean, and bends down to pick up an intact spiral shell. Frisk looks up from where they had been kneeling and laughs, saying something that is lost in the general noise of the crowds. The boy blinks, frowning and saying something, but at Frisk's further encouragement he lifts the shell to his ear...]

[Then startles and pulls it away, which makes Frisk frown and hurry over to look at it as well--apparently they found a shell with a passenger.]

[skelepun]

[Sans is watching the scene with an odd sort of warmth in his bones, countered only slightly by the ice cream dripping down them. No matter how far they got from his old life and no matter how many times over he'd broken his promise to watch after Frisk, well. Old habits died hard.

Though no man is strong enough to not bust up laughing at the sight of Ginko's alarm.]

Holy shit. That kid just got wrecked. Way to go, Frisk.

[forwardmomentum]

[ miles and ivan are getting all up in some boardwalk entertainment. because carnival games are a great way for a couple of cousins to hang out, relax, and do a little bonding, right?

except that miles and ivan don't know how to bond without constant bickering. apparently they can't agree on the best way to win one of the totally rigged boardwalk games, or who should be playing -- ivan wants to win one of those hideous stuffed toys for elizabeth, and miles just wants to show him how to do it right. the bickering continues, and ivan wrests the bb gun from miles's grip to take careful aim. ]

[skelepun]

Psst. Check it out. [Sans elbows Ratchet in the side.] Nine o'clock. Don't turn your head, don't turn your head, they might come over, just look.

[Sans nods his head imperceptibly towards the scene before taking a long bite of his ice cream.]

What d'ya think they're fighting about? Inheritance?

[sparkwhisperer]

[The beach is decidedly Tarn's least favorite place that he's found himself on this excursion so far. There's sand. So much sand. He can feel it working it's way into almost every joint. And don't even get him started on the spray of salt water making his armor sticky...

In fact his feet are reminiscent of absurdly shaped metal sugar cookies with the sheer amount of sand that he's kicked up. Tarn futilely tries to shake some of the accumulated grit off of them as he walks, before stopping to brush at them with his absurd clawed hands.

...only for it to cake right back on as he begins walking again.

He's 32 feet of sticky, irritable, Cybertronian. He shakes his head as he makes a beeline for the boardwalk, hoping that there will be a place to rinse off.]

[skelepun]

Hey. Isn't that the guy who killed that dude?

[There's a mirth to Sans voice that does not match the message.]

Think he did it 'cuz he got sand in his actuator?

[inruins]

[Toriel is settled on the beach under a umbrella, spread out comfortably on a towel. Even from Sans & Ratchet's vantage point, it is hard to miss the irritated frown on her face. With an somewhat audible groan of annoyance she tosses the book in the air.

Unsurprisingly it hits the umbrella and comes right back down. Smacking her in the face. The book sits on her nose for a long moment before Toriel cracks up. She just laughs uproariously at her own silliness and flops back onto the towel, the book being lost in the shift. Thankfully not hitting her in the face again.]

[skelepun]

[Sans has nothing to say right off, merely staring out in her general direction. His grin is notably... goofier than usual. If such a thing can be quantified, anyway.]

lmk if this needs changing :|b

[knaval]

[riptide seems to be having fun. he starts off sitting cross legged on the sand, chin resting on his hands and doing what ratchet and sans are; people watching. he catches sight of some surfers and leans forward, obviously enjoying it. after a moment, he gets up and clomps over to the beach equipment area, coming away with... a human sized surfboard between his massive fingers. riptide rolls his eyes and drops it into the sand.

he goes back to his spot, not even sitting down carefully. the whump of ass hitting sand is no doubt audible from wherever sans and ratchet are sitting. it's there he stays for all of thirty seconds before... suddenly he bolds up ramrod straight like something had shocked him and hastily (and to the displeasure of the other beach go-ers) crawls on his hands and knees towards the sea - rolling into the water and transforming into his boat alt mode.

there he bobs for a few moments before jetting off out into the sea, transforming again when he gets a way out and disappearing under the water.

evidently something spooked him.]

YOU GOOD BRO

[skelepun]

Hey. Isn't that the guy that got killed by that dude?

[It's called a callback. Cornerstone of comedy. Look it up.]

Think that happened 'cuz he put sand in that guy's actuator?

COLLECTIVE BF3

[skelepun]

[Sporting some fresh kicks about four sizes too big for him, Sans swings his legs at the table of an outdoor cafe. His fries are nearly polished off, and it's with a wave of his hand that he motions for the waitress to bring another over. Sans let her know from the get go -- keep him in salty, fried death and she'd get a tip large enough to retire on.

Turning away from Ratchet, he looked up over the street and various tables, scanning for familiar (or unfamiliar) faces to occupy the time.]

[amourtician]

[ Jay's perched on one of the coffee tables, sipping a cocktail almost as obnoxiously bright as the day's outfit through a curly straw. Besides a low-cut cyan sundress and strappy sandals with five-inch heels, he's sporting a floppy straw hat with peacock feathers. And he's got the heart-shaped gold sunglasses on, though they've slid halfway down his nose. Around his shoulders, he's swung a bright pink feather boa.

He's reading a romance novel with a grizzled, rather menacing swordsman on the cover; he's clutching a much younger, gender-ambiguous, pouty blond. Jay seems absolutely riveted by the book. ]

[a_shadow]

[ After working up a migraine the first day she took her motorcycle out she has been a bit more careful this time. Still, when she pulls up to the parking outside she's coming in at quite a clip and has to halt the motorcycle pretty suddenly. She takes off her helmet, not bothering to fix her helmet hair, and puts on a pair of sunglasses. She's wearing a leather jacket and chaps with jeans—everything a rider would want to avoid getting a road rash should she need to bail. She's obviously on a mission—nothing will deter her from her goal of getting something to eat before she hops back on her bike for more riding around. She sits down at a table, putting the sunglasses she just put on her face onto the table, and looks at the menu for a scant few moments. She obviously knows what she wants. ]

[hatesimprovising]

[ Walking down along the sidewalk is probably one of the strangest sights some people might ever see. Wash, a full grown man sporting boring, casual clothes has a leash in his hand. He has a serious, hardened look to him. Normally, it's pretty easy to chance a guess at him being a soldier. Today, however, one might waver a little on that guess considering that on the other end of the leash he's holding is...a very small cat. To anyone unfamiliar with the bonsai cats on the Moira, it probably just looks like a kitten, but he's nearly seven months old.

Considering he's only just been able to pick up cat accessories on this planet, the whole 'going for a walk' thing is new to the little orange and white tabby, who often stops, lays down on the sidewalk, or tries wandering off in the wrong direction. This results in minor exasperation from Wash and either him gently turning the feline in the right direction again, or him scooping it up to carry for a few steps before setting him down to try the whole thing again.

What it boils down to is that this is a soldier being pushed around by the tiniest adult cat in existence. ]

[sketchycharacter]

[Who's a sad sack? Nate's a sad sack. Well, not really, he's doing more in space than mooning over his still-rocky relationship with his formerly estranged wife. Like sketching people! He takes a seat at a table and begins scanning his surroundings, looking for interesting people and things to draw.

...but after about ten minutes, he finds himself drawing Elena. Several times in a row.

What a loser.]

COLLECTIVE CLF5

[skelepun]

[Massages didn't really work for skeletons, but mud baths? Mud baths were just fine. Sinking down deeper into his own personal slop, Sans lifted the cucumbers off one of his eye sockets to peer at their fellow spa patrons.

Surely at least one of 'em would be doing something worth commenting on. Relaxation was its own reward, after all, but sitting in mud got a little boring without lively repartee.]

[ersatzeverything]

[Deacon sits on a comfy chair in a fluffy white bathrobe and fluffy white slippers and dark sunglasses, waiting for the final phase of the Ever Young Spa Special. His head is freshly shaved. Every once in a while he looks in a mirror and pokes at his cheek. It's not quite as good as surgery as far as drastic face changes go, but it's pretty good.]

1/2 dorks

[keelahselai]

[Tali is the one looking far more animated than Niko (not exactly difficult, granted) as the two walk up to the mud baths; from the snippets of conversation drifting over, this was entirely her idea - people must like doing something this bizarre for a reason, right? Right. (Niko is not so sure.)

Her getting in, though, is something like a cat dipping its paws in water: balanced on her hands, she dips her foot into the mud...and in a moment snatches it back out, shaking it as if to get the dirt off, face screwed up in way that clearly says 'this is the grossest thing I've ever done'. But they're already here, so, eyes screwed shut, nose wrinkled, she slides into the mud and lands on her backside...and the noise she makes doing it is rather like a disgruntled, slightly derpy cat as well...a noise that doesn't quite hide the wet sucking sound of her sliding into the mud.

...Maybe this isn't her best idea. But she's still going to beckon to Niko and tell him to get in, already.]