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Willow was standing there listening to Merope. She'd actually dressed for the beach, this wasn't a place for dresses or anything that'd really get in the way so a bathing suit with a pair of pants had been settled for, as well as a nice hat. Her tail swayed as she watched the water letting her toes flex in the warm sand. "Pretty much."

She nodded her head looking down at the sand and then towards the water again. "Generally it's suppose to be fun." She added with a small nod of her head, there was a pause. "I guess you don't have sand castles where you're from?" She'd done something similar when she was little so the concept wasn't completely lost.

Her tail flickered as she thought. "We're going to need some stuff considering they're talking about decoration. Water'll be a big help too." She was looking towards the rest of the group her eyes were shielded from the sun by the large hat she'd chosen to wear. "What do you guys think we should get?" She had been looking around at the stuff available icy eyes having spotted a clam shell, along with some other things like pools of water, coconuts, sand dollars, and sea urchins.

Though she wasn't sure what everyone else saw or liked for decoration, and she wasn't sure if she should bring up what she'd been eying.

He was going to burn. No, fry was more of the exact word Joachim thought as he held his hand above his squinting eyes as he tried to make out his teammates. In his other hand his favorite pair of white boots were as his feet dug into the warm sand. His jacket was slung over his arm and his shirt fluttered in the breeze, even his hair that looked as if it was a brush fire consuming his face as the sun caught it. He loathed this place, Merel and the others however were rather enjoying it. The black mouse waved to the three other white mice that scurried along the edge of the water taking turns shaking their fist at it and then running as the tide threaten to soak them.

Neatly folding his jacket into a square and placing it on the ground, Joachim wrinkled his nose as he continued to squint at who he assumed was Willow considering she was majority orangish. "Fun?........ .......... I think this is more of the opposite of fun....mmhhhh.......... more like....errr torture...."

Torture was putting in politely personally, but he like the rest of his teammates tried to look around from sort of objects to decorate the sandcastle but most of them just looked like junk and partially blurry items in the sand. Too bad his sister wasn't around she would have put Merel in a dress and she could have been the queen of the castle, though he wasn't sure if that counted really as a decoration just an inhabitance.

Willow tried not to laugh at Joachim as she took off her hat and handed it too him before taking out one of her hair ties. "Here let me help."

She took his hair and twisted it slightly so she could get the tie on it. and fixed it so it was off his neck. "There, now you can wear the hat too, it'll help some." She'd worn a rather large hat for a reason after all. She wasn't sure who'd be ready for the beach and whom wouldn't.

"Clams are always nice I think. They can be a nice little topper to a tower." She said as she made sure Joachim's hair was off his neck. She paused looking at them, "I'm not going be the only one to enjoy this am I?"

It was warm out but that's why she wore a lack of clothing and if she had to, she could take off her pants since she did wear a bikini she wasn't afraid to show skin if it was going to keep her from dying of heat exhaustion.

After she finished the tiger settled into the sand and started doodling a simple plan. "Yes I'm sure Merope can find some really nice items in the ocean to help decorate. I'm not a fan of salt water or I'd offer to help." It was the only thing she didn't like, the salt taste was horrid and impossible to get out one's mouth. The ghoul pondered as she sat there with the doodles. "Since there's five of us do each of us want to make a tower, there can be one in the middle and four around it and we could maybe build walls after that?" She asked looking up at them.

"If the mice want to help, I'm sure we could let them aid with the windows and doors. I'm sure the little details count." She looked at the rest of them for their opinions not to mention she was edger to start playing in the sand.

"Hello Merel!" Muka greeted the mouse first, "Hello Joachim." He giggled as the reaper donned a hat from the sun. He definitely looked miserable to be out there. The strix wasn't sure what sort of castle to build or really how to start but he was fine collecting things to put on the castle once it was finished!

"I will find things. Merope can search the water and I will search the beach." His taloned toes idly dug into the sand while he scanned their patch of beach. There were palm trees a way back with beach grasses growing beneath. He figured it was a good place as any to look since it was less boring then plain old stretches of sand.

The bird-boil shuffled over and began poking around with a long dune reed. He didn't need to poke much before he squawked triumphantly.

"I found something!!" With a flap he'd lifted himself and landed swiftly amongst his team mates. "A coconut!"

Don't eat it, Muka!

A clam was fine with Joachim, he wasn't sure really what clams were really.... something with a shell by the looks of it but at least it looked pretty. "Sounds good to me as well at least it will be a nice topping for a tower."

Sitting down in the sand he started to follow along with Amarus in building a base for the castle, or at least what he thought what a base of a sandcastle would look like. The edge of the floppy hat made it difficult to look up Amarus's face (or the redness of his own) and he was no longer blind it was a win win situation. Meanwhile the group of mice that had been playing along the shore ran over in a group squeaking loudly as Merel remained perched in the middle. She held up a round white thing, something referred to as a sand dollar.

"Thank you Merel..... we could put this on it right?" He replied taking it from Merel and holding it up to the others. "If...no one minds..."

Merel squeaked happily to Willow before turning her attention back to the rest of the mice and directing them to the shore to look for more.

Joachim nodded at Willow and started to form some walls by smooshing the sand in between the palms of his hands. He wasn't sure if he was doing it right or if the towers should be up first but he was trying to follow along with what was said.

Merope shook his head negatively towards Willow. "Nuh-uh. This is going to be my first time." He paused awkwardly, trying to think. If what he read on the Interwebs was true, wasn't it a bad thing to admit that it was your first time when you were male? It was true that he sometimes did become a she, and a female admitting that it was her first time was perfectly acceptable in situations. Did the same thing apply to sand castles? He tapped his exposed teeth thoughtfully, tearing his gaze away from the water to watch his teammates thoughtfully.

As Muka volunteered to search the beach, Merope took his cue from him and turned, running towards the ocean with a whoop. He splashed around in the waves before diving under, vanishing from sight.

While Merope spent a majority of his undead and pre-undead life in the ocean, there was one large drawback to this plan that he neglected to tell his teammates: he was an awful swimmer in his humanoid form. The long length of his arms and legs never failed to get in his way. In his natural form his limbs were short and powerful, streamlined for the least resistance underwater. Humanoid? He had no idea what to do with his arms and legs.

Merope flailed about underwater for a time, making little progress before going Jack this and letting himself sink. Once he was on the bottom, Merope began to walk around and search.

A little while later, Merope triumphantly returned to his team. "Guys! Guys! Look at this!" He called, holding up what looked to be a lobster. "We can have a guard and everyth-" The undead boil was cut off as a seagull cried out and swooped down, plucking the lobster from his fingers. The boil unsuccessfully jumped up and tried to swipe at the seagull, but by then it was long gone.

"...Whelp," he began, shifting his talons awkwardly in the sand. "At least I managed to find some more things?"

From his pockets, Merope produced a couple more sea urchins along with a few more sand dollars. He had even found bits of broken clear glass which he began to carefully snap apart and press up against the walls that were already put up, giving them a bright and rather delightful glint.

With that complete and with a bit of direction, Merope began scooping out sand around the castle to form the moat.