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

Okay, what in the fresh flock is that thing down on the beach?

Claus grimaced as he lowered the camera, rubbing his right eye. It was way too big to be a bird, but a 'heavily armed individual' hardly seemed plausible. He raised the camera to his face again and attempted to zoom in.

From the bluffs he could barely tell that the plated butterfly armor was inorganic for the most part. He didn't want to get into trouble with someone so... intimidating. He remained out of sight, filming Joey Wyrm for some time. Eventually he scooted about in hoping to get a better angle. Does she...have a cat? Is that a cat? Maybe this is just some homeless guy wearing fancy washed up garbage. Claus wouldn't know fancy armors if they dropped on his head.

He didn't dare to join the dragon...person at any point. And she didn't seem to be scaring off the birds that he needed to keep watching for the sake of a payroll. He alternated from filming her and the petrels.

Claus sees the monstrous Thanatos in the water.  "Oh now this is interesting! I have to get a closer look!"

He runs up to Thanatos and sees that he has many legs and wings.

"Wow! What is this thing?! It looks like a bird or a dragon or a dinosaur or something!".

Claus photographs Thanatos for a while.

Thanatos seemed distracted by various shells and pieces of seaglass in the sand.

The beach was a nice place. It was comfortable, there was nice food around, people were relaxed enough for Jackson to easily steal from. A nice place. But the best part? All the beauties there. Sure people loved looking at the young women in bikinis or the lifeguards showing their tanned abs, but Jackson? He came for the big fish. In the midst of taking money from a wallet, he gazed over at a middle aged dad sleeping on his chair, his large belly already getting sunburned. Now THAT was a real beauty. He wasn't sure what people found so attractive in those his age when there was a stunning man right in front of him! Look at the way his mustache moved with his snoring.
Drool dripped off his chin when he noticed someone further away. A small girl with red hair seeming to yell at a... a gorgeous specimen of a man. He was so tall with long, flowing hair that moved with every breeze, a strong yet innocent face complimented with facial hair that hugged his chin, and poppies adding beautiful colors to his hair. It was love at first sight. Hearts practically replacing his pupils, Jackson locked onto his target and ran over to Lepido, nearly tempted to push Doo out of the way to get his attention.
"He- Hey there!" he greeted breathlessly. "Come here often, Beautiful? I-I was just on my way to get some drinks if you wanted to join me? And might I add that you look absolutely stunning with those-" Were those weeds? "-flowers in your hair?"

Lophius hears about the pretty rocks that Kyokan is talking about.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! I want some pretty rocks! Can u show me where they are plz? I know where u can find the biggest, fattest, cutest sea slugs."

"Just how big are these sea slugs you mention? If you show me, maybe I can show you where the prettiest rocks are."

"Take a deep breath!" Lophius grabs Kyokan and dives into the water, until she finds a group of very fat, very cute sea slugs.

Kyokan points out some pretty rocks near the sea slugs and Lophius grabs some.

fizzelston u described lophius perfectly im crying

Roswell did like the beach. He liked the sun, the summer vibe, the cocktails, anything really. He couldn't even be bothered by the (rough and everywhere sticking) sand. One thing, that worked on his nerfs, however, was his companion. His gaintical acquaintance. 

Roswell had never seen a dragon before. They were mentioned in folklore and hushed whispers. Lophius seemed not to know what a whisper meant. Everytime that Ros was almost falling a sleep, finished a chapter in his romance novel (Roswell claimed to 'found' somewhere), Lophius had discovered a seaslug, or another kind of nasty crawlers, and proudly fetched them to him! Roswell! The bughating human!

"Man, oh man, do I love the beach!" Cameron laughed as he leisurely strolled through the sand, whistling while spinning his handcuffs around on his finger. Despite being there, he wasn't dressed in any swimming clothes. No, he was in his cop uniform, looking around until he finally found the person he'd been searching for.
"Lazy days at the beach sure are nice, aren't they?" laughed the officer as he crouched down besides Roswell. "Especially when you get to steal from people, huh?" His grin widened slightly. "Got a few calls about missing wallets and something tells me it's you behind it all." He gazed at the book in the thief's hand. "Huh. Didn't take you for the type. Now up and at 'em! Gotta take you in for questioning!" 

Whether there were actually any reports about a theft or not was irrelevant.
Cameron wanted to have fun on the beach too! And he couldn't do that alone.

Thanatos is sleeping in the water, seemingly dead because he does not need to breathe due to being undead.

Cameron sees him and can sense he is an immortal.

"Oh no, someone else killed this immortal before I even had the chance.  Wait how do I know this weird monster is an immortal anyways?"

Cameron pokes Thanatos with a stick for a few moments.

Thanatos is woken up by the poking and jumps out at Cameron, startling him.

Fiala walked down the sand listening to the waves and spotted a bird-like creature. He was quiet as he examined the shells scattered throughout the sand. "Hello," Fiala greeted him with a small smile. "I've seen you before... Thank you for the hug. I hope you're okay."

She sat next to him, and he finally acknowledged her. "You're a god right? That's cool. I can't imagine being immortal." 

She dug her hand into the sand and found a tiny crab. Fiala held out her hand and showed him. "You're pretty grim right. Perhaps, appreciate things like this. You know below you there are thousands of crabs digging in the sand." She smiled. "Things like that make me happy."

Fiala knew that her statement wouldn't make Thanatos happy, but still, everyone needed company every once in a while. She sat next to him and they discussed the odd life in the sea.

There was nothing better on a hot, Texas summer day than being on the beach! That sea breeze, the crashing waves, the cry of the seagulls. It was so soothing and comfortable! He could lounge here all day!
Ethan grinned from ear-to-ear as he got his ice cream from the concession stand at the center of the beach. In his hand was a large ice cream cone filled with orange sherbet. It looked so delicious, he was practically drooling! Ethan leaned in to take a lick, but before he could get a taste of that glorious ice cream he tripped on a scuttling crab! He stumbled in his step but waved his arms frantically enough to catch his balance instead of falling. After a stressful second he let out a relieved sigh and wiped the nervous sweat from his forehead...
...
... until he realized he wasn't holding his ice cream anymore.
Looking at both of his empty hands, Ethan quickly looked up, growing paler as he saw his ice cream stuck on Murdoc's hairy chest.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" yelped the smaller man as he sheepishly removed the ice cream cone. He cringed at the hair stuck on the remains of his ice cream, the one not stuck on the doctor's chest. Looking back at him, Ethan gave him a scared smile. "I-I'll go get napkins and help clean you up! I'm so sorry! ... What? You need help cleaning up behind those rocks? O-Okay! Whatever you say!"