Your OC is at the Beach with the One Above You!

aaahh it looks fun~! I'll be the first one then xD

"I LOVE the beach!" Dudley laughed heartily as he stood on the sand, his pants rolled up to his knees and feet buried in the soft sand. He looked down and picked up a crab that scuttled towards him, lifting it high up and admiring the fidgety thing. Then, with as much power as he could muster, he hurled said crab roughly twenty leagues into the sea. A hand over his forehead and eyes narrowed, he watched the critter plop into the water before clapping the sand off his hands with a sense of accomplishment.
Turning around, her walked over to the person lounging on the picnic blanket, a Yeti cooler filled with beer besides her. "Thanks for coming with me!" Dudley beamed. "It's always fun here when there's someone else." Tanya didn't seem to reply, only focusing on her third bottle of beer and the "comic" book in her other hand. When she saw him tilt his head curiously, she handed him a bottle straight from the ice. Dudley blinked and gazed at it before taking a drink. He instantly stuck his tongue out and recoiled in disgust. "Eugh!! This tastes bad!" he huffed.
He glared at the bottle for a few minutes before taking another sip.

Why did she agree to even go to the beach? Out of niceness, perhaps. Not even she knew.

T.D. hated the beach like anarchists hate government- not only she hated it, it was one of her worst nightmares. She didn't hate the beach, per say. It was always nice to get a tan and sunbathe and even play volleyball. None of that bothered. What bothered her was the ocean. Setting up away from the ocean, she was dressed in her bikini (and most importantly, her floaties) with her clout goggles, drinking some chocolate milk. She laid down her towel and laid on it, resting.

Seeing Dudley walk over to her, she lowered her glasses and looked at him. "Can I help you, bruh?" Dudley was the reason why she was here in the first place. For hours long, he pleaded and begged and brownnosed her to come to the beach, and it paid off finally. Asking for a swim, T.D. instantly declined. Going back to her sunbathing, she felt his hand grip her foot before becoming petrified and terrified. Screaming out like a child scared to go to the dentist, she was pleading for her life when you dragged her towards the ocean. "Noooo!! I don't wanna swim!!! I don't give a sh*t if you were born here, I refuse to go anywhere near that water!" Trying to claw her way back to the towel against his resistance, it was only futile.

T.D. lost. As per her request, Dudley was holding her hands while swimming because god forbid she tried to do that herself. He was giving her a swimming lesson that she did not want at all, and though she wanted to get out of there and head back to the towel in the scorching sun where she belonged... she couldn't swim and he was a crab, so he had to know how to swim. Succumbing to her defeat, she stayed in the water as long as he made sure she didn't drown.

They had Joe's Crab Shack after. It was pretty darn good.

"Beach day! Beach day!"

she liked the beach. She could dig, build sand structures, eat empty bottles, swim, splash and eat fish. While digging she found a crab. It was a little yellow one. She smacked it around and sniffed it. The crab did not appreciate this and pinched her nose. She froze for a few seconds and let out a loud snarl. She snapped up the crab, crunching through the shell easily. She glanced back at the girl she smelled nice. She decided to get many sniffs in. She chased some beachgoers away from a barbeque, snapping up the burgers and chips. noticing a cooler she dragged it back to the girl. She spat acid on it. easy access to whatever was inside. Cool fruity snacks lay inside. She grabbed a few in her mouth and tossed one to the girl. A good day indeed.

Seashore, simply put, was excited to have someone at his sand castle-mansion-thing. He was running around, as hyper as he could get, trying to please his wyvern guest. "I heard you like fish?! I have some, I caught a bunch, here!" He gave Joey a MASSIVE plate of fish, then started running around trying to show her the interior of his castle. Seashore then ran outside with her in hot pursuit, and the two played in the water, digging holes in the mud and attacking each other with water. All the while, Seashore found some good tropical music to romp to and played it out of his speakers.

As the sun began to set, Seashore held out a small pendant: a piece of soft blue seaglass held to a string by some pure silver. He smiled and slipped it over her head and onto her neck. "Y'know, you're actually really cool! Keep this as a symbol of my respect, and feel free to drop by my sandcastle any time you like!"

"I hate the beach. :)" Smiley muttered as he rolled his pants up. Sand always got everywhere, even on his bag, and half of the time his bag was blown away by wind, the other half being it getting wet. It was clever for Connor to run off to the safety of the beach, but Smiley wouldn't let him get away without showing him a smile.
Or maybe that was the point? The beach was usually known to make people happy. Is that why Connor went there? The wind picked up and Smiley used one hand to hold the hem of his mask, resting his bloody pool cue against his shoulder as he looked for the corgi. Finally he found him, right in the water and surfing. Surfing. In the water. Smiley grumbled something, the smile on his bag betraying his actual feelings. Fine. That boy had to get out of the water sometime.

"Hm." Gem Silica was looking at Smiley with unease. "Ah... How, how nice." She was referring to his paper bag mask. She sat in the sand, and changed her appearance in a cloak of light, she was now wearing a bikini the same color as her old clothes, and her silver jewelry was replaced with a silver sunhat. She kicked off her flip-flops and put her feet in the water. "Ah~ Wonderful." She saw Smiley ignoring her and avoiding the beach waters. "You don't have to like it Smiley sir. Just pity me okay?" She stood up and brushed off, buying him some food and letting him be.

While her spirits were happily splashing around in a small tide pool, Colette sat a little ways away under the shade of an umbrella. Smoothing out the skirt of her floral sundress, the doll took her eyes off of the three for just a moment to look over at the new companion she had met while here. It was nice getting to have someone to chat with while Ojo, Bouche, and Pipi played in the waters, considering she didn't really know how to swim herself. And this Gem Silica that was relaxing in the shade with her seemed to be a wonderfully polite and pleasant person, if not very intriguing.

"So, I hope it is not rude of me to pry, but you mentioned earlier that you did not live faraway from this shore? Underwater? I do not believe that I have ever heard of someone living underwater before. I imagine that it must certainly be different than life up here, however. What exactly is that like--" Her question was quickly interrupted as she turned her head back to her spirits, giving a stern look. "Pipi! Please do not the crabs out of the water! They are not toys to play with...!" Once she had received an apologetic chirp in return, Colette turned her attention to the fusion once more. "My apologies about that...But I am still very interested in ocean life, if you still wish to tell me about it."

Taka was a proud man, especially when it came to his scars. He loved keeping a shirt off so that he could show them off, it was his way of saying you'd have to try a hell of a lot harder than you thought if you wanted to kill him. However, there was just something about needing his shirt off in areas where that was normal that his self-esteem became fragile. Beaches, where all these kids ran around and families, all of them wanting to relax, not kill him. Yet here he was, muscles, a scowl, and scars covering ever inch of him. He was used to people avoiding him out of fear and intimidation, but it always stung a little when a kid looked at him like he wasn't even human.
The mobster looked over as he saw Colette stepping out of the water. Where he was marred with past fights, she was perfection. She was angelic, pale skin radiating sunlight, with hair that clung to her dripping body. Such a timid expression despite a knockout body. Taka smirked to himself. That was only one of the reasons he married her, of course.
"Can't believe the honeymoon's already almost over, eh, Dollface?" Taka asked when he walked over to her, putting a strong arm around her waist and pulling her close for a kiss.

"Child,"
Standing behind Video was Smiley, his face completely covered yet the crudely drawn smiley face aimed down at xem. There was a different air about him than when Video has xyr mask on, it was like Smiley didn't recognize xem.
"Do you like the beach? :) Does it make you happy? :)" He tilted his head back to look at the crashing waves. And even a man at a distance kicking a crab. "I don't like the beach. :) The water gets on my bag. It's so messy. :)" He looked back down at Video. "You remind me of someone. :) Have you met them, I wonder? :)" He crouched down until they were eye level. "I don't think so. :) Surely you would have smiled if you had met such a good child. :) Why don't we go meet them right now? :)"

Part of your journey to achieve a positive outlook in life is doing activities outside of your comfort zone. Today you decided to go to the beach out of curiosity. You didn't mind the sea too much, apart from the creepy creatures lurking in the deep. The sun and sand were your main enemies. The usual black clothes you were always wearing didn't help all that much against the immense heat and the hot sand kept burning your naked soles. You desperately tried to keep your hair away from the ground because you KNEW how hard it would be to get sand out of there.

Now that you were actually present at the beach you realised that you haven't thought about what to do afterwards. Everyone was either sunbathing, playing mundane ball games or swimming in the water. You just kind of stood around, holding your hair in your hands like a lasso.

Suddenly, a very weird looking fellow headed your way. He wasn't dressed very appropriately for a beach either, wearing a flashy suit, boots and a top hat that looked like an apple. You immediately noticed that something was up with him. He was looking high as a kite. You've already met some fellas in your life that behaved similarly and you knew that he probably wasn't the safest person to be around. You turned around to casually shuffle away from the situation - and there he was again, staring down at you. "HelloOoOoOoO👋👋👋👋👋👋👋👋", he exclaimed with a voice that made your bones shudder. "How the fuck did you say that out loud..... - -", you mumbled, trying not to look him in the eye. Maybe he could steal your soul or something. "NO SWEARING 🔞 ON THIS CHRISTIAN SERVER ✝️" Johnny took off his hat and started smacking you with it repeatedly. You started regretting every single life choice that led to this moment.

(wow I hope I didn't mess up his character completely eheh)

wyrm glanced about the beach, her usual dopey smile and tired eyes concealing her thoughts. no monsters? not even a ludroth. The orange tabby felyne on her shoulder grinned.

"Pawtner you can finally get in a rest day!" the felyne hopped off her shoulder and dug in the sand.

Wyrm sat down. yeah, a rest day how boring. great dracophage bugs buzzed around her as she pulled a bottle of elder dragon blood out of seemingly nowhere. She sipped the blood while looking about. now that was interesting. would it make good armor? she stood up and walked towards this interseting creature. a rather grumpy looking grey humanoid with horns was mumbling to itself. Wyrm sighed, she doubted that it had eggs. it looked up at her, likley because it heard her. they stared into each others sleepy eyes and wyrm pulled out a gift, toughness meat. (80 health + gradual heal+defence raise)