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Somehow the people running the beach party had gotten ahold of a fair group. It would cost money to play, but not very much.

Along the beach there was a long strip of game stalls that were built out of plywood. There was even a small circle lined out with a watermelon in the middle and kids all around waiting for their chances to be blindfolded and try to hit it with a stick.

There was another stall set up for beebee guns to try and shoot the red spot off of the paper so the shooter could win a prize. Next to that there was one for dart throwing, in an attempt to break a balloon. Various other fair games could be found just like those. There was even a dunk the clown booth, for those with a good throwing arm.

A table stood to the right of these things, with piles of sandwiches, bags of chips, and bowls of fruit for the taking. There was a gigantic tower of plates, as well, waiting to be used. There was no silverware, though. It was all finger food. The food was free, provided by the Deakons and a few other teachers from the Liberty Center. Christian Deakon was already helping himself, his sister sitting on his shoulders, holding on by his horns.

"Maybe," Chris said. "But seriously, I remember the food table being a LOT bigger."

"Is a big table to me," Carmel said. "But I don't see the choc'late. Rayne, do you see choc'late here? Because I don't see it!"

A day off was exactly what Rook nodded, the grey skinned boy didn't have a job per say; or well he did but he couldn't do it yet. Either way tall boy had been rather stressed lately and needed to find some way to have fun again. Having been unable to find Gall in his dreams he;s opted for swimming which tended to sooth him as well. With the beach bigger than the local pool and free he'd headed there.

On his way down to the water though Rook was distracted by spotting Chris at a table piled high with food. He hadn't seen the larger boy in quite some time and last time he had the other male had been babysitting a cabbage. From his currently angle the crimson eyed boy couldn't see much of anything behind the food and Chris so he ventured closer waving a little.

"There's not chocolate because they knew you'd be here," Chris told his sister, handing her a plate of food and moving on to his own. "I don't remember much either," he told the females. "I think I spent the entire time playing with the karaoke machine. What's there to do this time, anyway?"

He saw Rayne waving at someone from the corner of his eye and turned, grinning as he saw Rook. "Hey, Rook! Come meet my sister, Carmel. You saw her when she was a cabbage, right?"

Ah, so the boy's sibling cabbage had hatched since last tine they'd met. Rook smiled wondering if the girl would be anything at all like her brother. As he got closer Rook realized Chris actually had the girl on his shoulders and had not in fact grown even bigger like he'd previously thought. " She's really cute" he congratulated the other boy as he looked up at the dark skinned girl.

It almost made him wish both his sisters were still that young, though he'd never known Andrea at that age.

It was only expected to be called cute, Carmel thought arrogantly. "I am," she agreed with a nod.

"Modest, too," Chris drawled. "Carmel, this is Rook, he's a friend of mine. Rook, I don't know if you've met everyone else here, but the redhead's Aurora, or Rory, the little fluffy fox girl is her little sister Rayne, the brunette is Ophelia, and the sparkly one is... Orli, right?" He glanced over at the fish scaled boy. "And I've got no idea who that is," he admitted as he went back to piling food on his plate.

The beach. It was the one place during the summer that Joshua actually liked. He was more of a winter kid--he liked making snowmen, throwing snowballs--nothing else was quite the same. Nothing held together quite like snow. And whoever heard of making a sandman? His younger cousin Miles was trailing behind him, as usual it seemed. The older boy wasn't quite up to teasing Miles today.

His aunt had given him an official job. Watch Miles. It wasn't quite babysitting--Joshua wasn't that much older. Risa had asked him, all the same, to keep an eye on him. And that was exactly what he was doing.

"Mom didn't mean it so literally." Miles complained, after the sixth time of noticing that his cousin was watching him. "You're allowed to blink, you know. It won't be any fun if you're going to watch me the entire time." The oracle shot his cousin a glare.

"Yeah, you're right." Josh agreed. "But still. When we get home, tell Risa I watched you." Anyway, the older boy prefered hanging with friends rather than with Mr. Tactless.

Miles grinned. "That is--if you can see me."

Rory had turned so that her front and little sister wouldn't get too much of a spray. It might wash off easily, but it was still annoying to eat and be sticky at the same time. "Hi-ya Rook," she greeted, handing Rayne a plate. She couldn't say much about the growing-all-at-once thing, because her sister was still little. And that was fine by her.

Rayne already started to much one some of the finger food. "Carmel loves choco'lte," she told the gray boy.