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[[ Sand N' Stuff ]]

Altair chuckled lightly, seeing a different side of his friend Zayne he'd never seen before. He'd seen him joke around and be somewhat silly and even flirty, but seeing the tough secret agent transform in a paternal role modelling mode gave him a good feeling and just simply made him smile. "I'm glad to hear I have a fan," he said, smiling and winking at Damien. "Maybe, just maybe, I'll make some special invention, just for you. But only if you ask me nicely, of course."

After being barraged with questions, Altair scratched the back of his head nervously and laughed. "Well, let's see here," he said, figuring out how to respond without giving away what was hidden under his hat. "I've...er...got a large collection of hats...because of...a special reason. And I maybe I'll tell you it, but you've got to earn my trust first, okay kiddo?" He smiled, relieved. He felt like he'd dodged the question skilfully. "And, well, I invent things...with my head, of course," he said with a laugh. "I mean, sometimes I have little brainstorming sessions, where I'll just sit and think of a good idea for an invention. They last for hours, sometimes. Crazy, eh?"

He realized he was being overly charismatic, without any intention of actually doing so. He felt like he was on some sort of celebrity interview, and was thoroughly enjoying every minute of it. "I live in a flat, directly above my mum, and it's situated not very far from where Zayne and I work. And I've got an accent -- that's what you called my 'weird tone' -- because I was born and raised in England and haven't bothered learning to speak like you lot over here. I do hope those answers will do it for you," he laughed.

After the introduction and interview, Altair snapped back to the task at hand; he'd been raving on and on to Damien and had ironically forgotten completely about the hole he was digging to bury him in. He leaned into the quickly-growing hole once again to scoop out more sand from the bottom, keeping it narrow and being careful not to fall in. He noticed the sand pile on his foot had accumulated in size to the point where he could no longer remove his entire leg from its current position; it had been competely buried. As he dug, he realized how shocked he was at Damien's submission to Zayne; the boy hadn;t even questioned why he was digging the hole, he just did what his guardian had asked of him. It almost made him feel bad about the fact that he was going to bury him up to his neck in a few minutes, but he laughed it off -- accidentally out loud, which earned him incredulous looks from Damien and Zayne -- and continued grabbing handfulls of sand out of the steadily-deepening hole.

((Sand n Stuff))

Wit Fluteriousllae was not lost. Wit never got lost, he simply got sidetracked, and today was one of those days that he'd been distracted from his course by something that he couldn't clearly remember. There seemed to be a large gathering of people down this way, however, and ditching his shoes, he paddered happily onto the sand, all aware that his clothes were already a disaster, as he'd long ago rolled up his pants and partially unbuttoned his shirt simply to be cooler. But it didn't matter! It was summer, and no one would care.

Green eyes lit up with pleasure as he observed his surroundings, noting all of the unusual folk. Now...the strange floating beings were things he was not entirely familiar with, but new and different didn't at all mean bad, it just inspired curiosity. Perhaps he might ask one what they were, though the dark-haired one closer to him didn't look particularly friendly.

There also seemed to be a bit of drama going on, of the soap opera variety. Well, that was half of what made humanity fun, after all. Stuffing hands in his pockets, he was content enough to watch for now.

{{Sand N' Stuff}}

Damiens eyes looked wide and his mouth formed a small 'o' "You'd make an invention just for me?! Reaalllly?! Oooh, would you really? pleeeaaase? That would be so cool! Wow... my very own invention!"

"whoa... you're really interesting, mister." Turning to Zayne he added, "aniki, you have to invite him over sometime! I wanna watch him invent things~!" Damien spoke excitedly, as if what Altair did was work magic and make things appear out of thin air. Interpreting what the inventor said in obviously the wrong way, the kid blurted out, "so the inventions just pop out of your head or your ears or something? I wanna do that too--that does sound crazy! and wow... can I see you sometime when your brain has a storm for hours? I've never seen anything like that before..."

"England is far away, right? Wow, I've never been there..." Damien had never really been as engrossed with someone as he was with Altair. He had quickly felt comfortable, and felt that the inventor was really interesting. He wondered why Zayne had never invited such a cool person over, if they were so friendly with each other, but shrugged it off, digging some more and eagerly waiting the inventor's next response.

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Zayne laughed and patted Damien's hair. He noticed that the boy hadn't been this excited when meeting and wanting to get a person since he was adopted, and it felt nice, seeing the two bond. Damien also completely misinterpreted one of the answers and Zayne fell into a fit of laughter. Oh, it was so cute!

Also working on the hole, he brought in his bucket, and threw buckets of sand out at a time, piling it in with the shovel, and throwing it out--it was quick, easy and probably more efficient then using the hands. He poured all the sand on Altair, slowly burying him, too. "Maybe we should just bury you," Zayne voiced, after the inventor laughed out loud for no apparent reason. "I mean, the job is half done anyways... "

Glancing around, Zayne spotted a pointy eared person that had red streaks coming downwards from their eyes. The person just stood there, watching the Lab event that went on, not apparently interested in joining the on-goings that were going on. Zayne smiled deviously and lowered his voice. "Or... we could get that innocent bystander that's standing in the ocean..."

(( Beach bar // Pie eating contest ))

"Nah, sadly I don't know how to bake." Don't really know how to cook too, on top of that. "I'd very much prefer buy my paestry in bakeries."

Drinks though, is a different matter. They're much more easier to make than baking cake, for one. "Oh me? A bartender?" Kyou chuckled heartily as he lean back on the counter with his drink. "An amateurish one perhaps? I usually like to mix my own drinks at home, herbal tea, cappucino, mixed fruit juices and the like. This is actually my first time bartending. I hope I'm not doing too bad." he laughed lightly. Though mixing alcoholic drinks are actually a first for him, since he don't usually drink alcohol at home. "I do have a secret weapon for today though." Kyou smiled slyly as he said that, leaning forwards a little towards Alex. "Interested to know what it is?" he lowered his voice a little to a whisper only Alex could hear, raising an eyebrow teasingly.

With much difficulty, Lazarus managed to finish the strawberry pie. And perhaps he was closer to Dayo and experiencing the full blast of her sudden rejection of negative emotions, Laz felt an unpleasant feeling halfway down between his throat and his stomach. Having not eaten this much food before, of course the feeling was very alien to him. And he really really don't like it. But he must keep going on, unknowing that if he eat some more he would probably going to throw everything out soon.

Turning his head sideways, he took a glance at Dayo again, half hoping that he would be granted full view of her chest again to make him feel better. But he was surprised to see her edging away with an expression of... disgust? Did his actions of staring at her chest appalled her? Lazarus thought, stricken with worry. Instinctively he got up and floated a few inches towards Dayo when his hand brushed against the pie tray. As if not wanting to give up in the contest yet, his hand grabbed to the edge of the table, while his other reached out a little towards Dayo. Muttering something unintelligble in frustration, he settled down again and dig into the pie, wanting to get this contest done and over with. He decided the apple pie was not too bad as he munched on it a little slower than the last one, his body feeling more and more uncomfortable the more he ate.

(( Tally : 97 + 97 = 194, one more roll ))

Beach Bar

Aki groaned, squeezing her eyes shut as Laz purged. She opened one eye a few seconds later, still clutching her drink, to take a peek at Pasha.

The Sigel had missed it, thankfully, though she was looking around for the odd sound. Nothing but empty pie tins rested in front of her, and her swim top (which had fit so beautifully this morning) rested a bit high on the now youthful curve of her stomach.

Aki laughed to herself, despite Laz's discomfort. Even Melisande with a pot belly was cute! The girl certainly looked sleepy though...Aki watched as Meli buried a yawn in the crook of her elbow. It seemed most people were finished...all that was left (once the stragglers caught up) was the announcement!

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She shook her head at the boy whose name she didn’t even catch as he stormed off to comfort his friend. Not that it really mattered what his name was, though it would have been nice to know should she ever encounter the youth again. Which would be most likely if he and her remained bound to the Lab.

Turning back to David with a sigh, “Not exactly the brightest crayon in the box, but at least he knows when to walk away. Well…sort of.” She chuckled lightly before gently inspecting David’s face, careful not to apply any pressure where the man had received his earlier injury. “Though I’m rather surprised that he’s the one comforting your sister. I would have thought it would be you, seeing how protective you are of her. Most especially from him.” The woman pulled away when she was satisfied that the other’s cheek showed no signs of swelling, just a little red.

((Sand n' Stuff))

David immediately relaxed as he watched the flustered teen rush after his sister. A playful pout danced along his lips as he listened to Ebony's intriguing words, "What does my sister see in him? Wouldn't you agree that I'm much more attractive than him?"

He turned to his previous enchantments, hoping to erase any trace of violence from Ebony's mind. As she reached a curious hand to his face, most likely inspecting the wound rather than to show a sympathetic affection, David reflexively took hold of her wrist. And then, like some kind of overly romantic shojo, he kissed the palm of her hand, smirking now.

"My sister doesn't want to see me right now.. I'll make it up to her later. But who knows how much time I have left with you?" he cooed lovingly, finally releasing Ebony's slender wrist. There was a pinch of uncertainty as he explained, as if his sister's rejection had left him shaken.
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One would think that the curly haired brunette would be filled to the brim with bitter tears after a scene like that. But Namini swallowed her frustration as she stacked another armful of sand into the shape of god knows what. After a moment of relief, taking in a chestful of calming salt air, Namini felt her cheeks turn up again. Who knew building sandcastles was so stress-relieving? As she reached for another helping of the cool dirt , Josh appeared, somewhat magically beside her...scaring the living daylights of the distracted girl.

Releasing an obviously frightened scream, Namini toppled sideways a bit and felt her upper torso sink into a dark hole, putting her body in an awfully painful position. Spitting sand out of mouth and then wiggling her way back out of the hole, Namini stared at the boy wide-eyed and pitiful looking as she did before while they had been playing with the water balloons, "What are you doing here?"

She quickly caught herself and started a new statement as she looked away, a bit embarrassed by what she was now saying, "I mean, I'm thankful..that you avoided a fight with my brother...David's got quite the temper.."

Allowing her eyes to flicker back to the boy awkwardly, finally she raised her sapphire gaze and broke out into a soft smile. Extending a motherly hand to Josh's face, she poked one of his cheeks and commented playfully, "You need some sunscreen. Your face is all pink now."

God, she was so oblivious.

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Zayne laughed at Altair's judgment and punched him lightly on the arm, grinning "yeah, you're quite the cautiously negative person, aren't you?" He then looked at Damien with a devilish grin. "What do you think about that person?"

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"Hooray! I'll... uhm brainstorm about it?" Damien blushed with embarrassment, using the newly learned word, but a smile was still on his face and his eyes were still sparkling. "Oh...! I see. You must be really smart to just think of things and bring them to life!"

"Would you be able to take me to England right now? I mean, I'll fall asleep first..." Turning to Zayne, he answered the question that was prompted to him. He smiled back, equally devilish, "I think that person needs a little more fun out of this party! ...But I think mister Altair should be buried too; maybe with the other guy?" He giggled, and the two 'brothers' looked frighteningly mischievous, as if both of them pranksters with countless tricks up their sleeves.

At the question about himself, Damien looked away and poked his sand with the driftwood stick. "Er, well, I'm not so interesting. I was an orphan. And no one knows what happened in my past since I only get nightmares about it and forget what the nightmares are. And, so the orphanage I was in hated me, and I guess, abused me. But then Zayne started helping me and hanging out with me, and finally adopted me." At the last part, he smiled and fiddled with the skin on Zayne's elbow. He stretched it out and squished it, lightly kneading the weird, grooved skin. "I'm happy now, though, cause Zayne treats me like someone!" He hugged his brother's arm before retrieving his bucket and filling it up with sand. With some difficulty, he hoisted it up on his shoulder and then Zayne took over, lifting his own bucket as well as Damien's and dumping it out.

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He blushed at Damien's response about himself, and ruffled the kids hair. "So anyways... Damien is the reason for the group that I suggested where orphans can get an internship after a certain age, or join different groups..." He mumbled, not finishing the description, and moved on to helping with the hole. He took his bucket and Damien's, who was struggling with his, and emptied out the sand from the two.