The Guardsman looked down at his clothing. "What? It's not inappropriate or anything. Shorts, shirt, webbing, equipment-- what's wrong?" He idly twiddled with his laser screwdriver. "I have the right to do this, you know."

"I'll tell you what's wrong," replied Naya, fiddling with the RC's disguise generator. "You're working. On a beach. On your off time. That's what's wrong here."

"But we need to test the solar power umbilical power supply," said Terabyte, raising a finger. "A sunny beach would be the perfect place to fine-tune the system. Furthermore, you do know about my platform's recent battery problems..."

"Yes, fine, I get it," grumbled Naya. "I hope you two nerds have fun with your science experiments. Emiran, don't get sand everywhere or I will personally have you clean TB's micro-servos with a cotton swab."

The Guardsman fake saluted. "Whatever you say, ma'am. Say, what disguise did you pick this time?"

Naya shrugged. "Human. It's a pretty okay body, if a little unnerving. They have five fingers. Five! that's, like, two too many."

"Will you use your real face for this?" asked the Guardsman. "Come on. It's been a while since we're working together. Can I at least know what you look like beneath that visor?"

"Nope!" said Naya cheerfully as she applied the disguise to herself. A moment later, she was transformed into an Indian woman with wavy black hair. She wore a simple black one-piece bathing suit. The disguised quarian grabbed a beach towel from the RC table and said: "So, are we gonna go or what?"

"Let's go," said Terabyte and typed in a command on the console. A portal opened in the middle of the RC, leading to the beach. "Emiranlanoamar, I'll get the equipment ready on this end. Please take the solar panels and the wiring outside."

"Got it," said the Guardsman, grabbing a folded-up array of solar panels and moving through the portal. "I'll give you a shout when I'm ready."

Naya snorted and made a dash for the water. "Later, losers!" she yelled. As she ran across the beach, she looked up at the sun and felt the breeze across her skin. Ah, freedom. Thank goodness for disguise generators: apart from the clean room, they were the only way to escape her environmental suit. Up ahead, there was a blonde woman in a white t-shirt. Naya shifted her course slightly to avoid running into her and barrelled past the Reader. "'Scuse me, coming through!"

“Shakhar Shakhar Shakhar wake up there’s ice-cream,” Des said in his best small child voice. “Seriously, we’re in the beach (which I really hate but whatever), let’s go have fun! There’s time to doze off later on.”
For this once, he wasn’t wearing his coat; rather, he was wearing black boardshorts and a white tee-shirt showing four cellos on a staff. “Come on, Shakhar, let’s go get ice-cream!”

“It’s this tropical fruit-flavoured ice cream they sell in various places in Israel,” Des was telling Dawn. “You can find it practically everywhere. As to the Librarian, well, he’s obsessed with a riddle of sorts. He also never ever ever eats ice cream.”

...approached the ice cream van. The man was tall, blond, and dressed in black board shorts and flip-flops. A red towel was slung over his shoulder. The woman wore a long light blue sundress and sported round-rimmed sunglasses and a wide-brimmed hat.

"Hello!" she said cheerily, waving at Wobbles. "Do you sell ice cream sandwiches here? If so, I'll take two: one for Harris and one for me."

"I insist on paying, Sonia," said Harris, fishing his wallet out of his pocket. "You've been really nice to me lately and I feel that I should repay the favour..."

Sonia smiled and brushed one of her pigtails out of her face. "Such a gentleman. Go on..."

Harris stepped up to the window and started counting his coins. "Righty-o, then. Er, how much will that be, ma'am?"

-Sand Theme from Heroes of Might and Magic III.
-Water Theme from Heroes of Might and Magic III.
-Sand Theme from Heroes of Might and Magic V.
-Cove Town Theme from Heroes of Might and Magic III: Horn of the Abyss (if anybody here plays HoMM III — you should check this mod out. It's really good.)
-Kingdom of Nords travel music from Mount and Blade.

He hadn't exactly gotten a chance to play volleyball, but he knew he loved the beach, and no anime beach trip was complete without at least one game.

Chris, Ami, and Violet struggled to keep up behind him. "Slow down, will you? I can't run in these things!" Violet called. By "these things", of course, she meant her recently-acquired cheap white flip-flops. Instead of her tunic, she wore a form-fitting purple one-piece with holes cut out of the back for her wings.

"Well, why didn't you just wear your sandals?" Ami asked. Being a horse, she hadn't really seen the need to wear anything beach-related except sunglasses.

"They're too warm for the beach."

"Miguel!" called Chris, wearing gold swim trunks and his usual hat. "Wait for us!"

...scattering more than a few bystanders as it erupted out of the waves. It looked like a two-headed sea monster at first, but on closer inspection, it was actually one creature riding on top of another one! Hanging six on the back of the Chinese dragon, the huge green T. rex opened its huge toothy maw and let out a thunderous roar that echoed across the coastline:

"SURF'S UP!!!"

The tidal wave rose up to eight feet high before hitting the shore. Rashida only had enough time to look up and cry, "Seriously?!" before she was drenched from head to tail.

Tianlong ended up belly-sliding onto the sand, dripping seawater from his mane, stopping so abruptly that Suta ended up cartwheeling over his head and onto the beach as well. Both of them sat up, looking at each other, and burst out into roaring laughter.

"Sorry about that," Suta said to the human she'd accidentally soaked. "But have you seen the waves out there? We couldn't help but give them a try!"

"Interesting prop setup you have there, madam," said Tianlong. "It looks as though you've set up a sporting competition of some kind. Volleyball, most likely. I will rather just observe your collective behavior, but I know a certain tyrannosaur who would be more than interested in cooperating."

"Assuming my little arms aren't a problem, that is!" Suta added, waving them and flashing a slightly mortified toothy smile.

In the middle distance, Rashida looked at the two of them and shook her head. It was going to take ages to dry out after this...

VJ declared to her partner, as she was pulling him towards the people who were gathering.

"Never thought of you playing volleybay," William said, slipping from the girl's grasp.

"Who said anything about playing?" VJ sat on the sand, near the players. "I wanna watch it from the ringside seats. Magic us some chairs and popcorn."

"No can do." William sat next to her partner. "Too much water nearby. No magic for a while."

He was still wearing only his breeches, though they'd been cut off below the knee. "What is this? Some form of ritual?"

((The only games Chakkik has played are of the video variety. League of Legends, for instance.))

Rina glanced around, her scowl changing to a grin when she spotted the two girls. "Hey, Zeb," she said, "I'm gonna go say hi to some people, alright?"

"Alright, I'll catch you later," he replied. "Might go see Tacitus in a few, I dunno."

Rina nodded, got up, and headed over to Ginger and Alloy. "Hey, guys, long time no see," she said, giving them a nervous smile.

...when he felt something move underneath his trunks-clad rear. The rustling of the tree overhead gave him a moment's warning, and with reflexes worthy of his canon counterpart, he raised a hand to catch the coconut that had been destined for his head.

"Okay, who in their right mind would want to put me in Medical for head trauma on such a good day as this?" he asked crossly, looking up at the leaves of the tree. "Well, for most people, anyway..."

A moment later, he yelped and jumped to his feet. Something had poked right between his "lower cheeks", and it wasn't a crab.

He glared at the tree, preparing to lob the coconut at it. A moment later, a girl with leathery wings, a scaly pointed tail, and dark matter for hair seemed to rise from the shadow of the tree where he'd been sitting, trying to bite back a fit of laughter.

"E.V.L., what in Wayne's name?! Not. Cool," he spat, baring his fangs at her.

"Sorry," she replied, still giggling. "But you were feeling so relaxed. I just couldn't resist."

They'd just returned from a little, uh, private sojourn in a more isolated stretch of the coast. The two groups had only met just today, but the Homs and the angel had already become fast friends. The Super had suggested to bury the two of them in the sand, to which the fitness trainer had agreed, and it was safe to say that things had escalated from there.

Cupid was still doing a little jig upon the hot sand, his oversized bare feet feeling especially tender. Backslash had at least put his summer shoes on (his only other clothing being his swimsuit and scarf), but Sarah had temporarily confiscated the angel's sandals, and was now watching her poor hopping partner in amusement.

"Ooh, ow! Sarah, was burying me and Monado Boy here really necessary?!"

"Yes, it was. Really, with feet as cute as yours, how could I resist?"

"Yeah, well, can we not repeat that here? There are people in the area," Backslash chimed in.

"Yeah, I suppose our antics would probably be distracting for some," added Whitney, glancing at a bushy-haired young woman with a pink frilly swimsuit and her oddly papery partner lounging in the middle distance.

"Yeah, but still, nothing like a little fun in the sun every once in a while, right?" asked Cupid. "All that's needed now is a piña colada! Or the Greek equivalent, anyway."

They stopped under the shade of several palm trees, and the two assassins decided to rest under them.

"Suit yourself," said Backslash, before chuckling grimly. "The rest of us aren't alcoholic. I mean, I'd like to take a shot or two, but Whitney would probably put me in traction."

The fitness trainer laughed and patted his shoulder. "Why would I hurt my own student? I don't see a reason to do so... yet." She knocked twice on the palm tree as she said this.

Backslash gave his mentor a Not Amused look, while the two other teens erupted into laughter.

"I'm feeling great!" the blue-haired girl replied in excitement, before looking down at her sea-blue one-piece bathing suit. "This looks good on me, does it?"

"You're really cute in that," he replied, ruffling her hair. "Nice prosthetic, by the way."

"Thanks! A vampire gave it to me. Said it came from a Furiosa replacement, whoever that is."

"Ah, from Mad Max: Fury Road, huh? E.V.L., Salvo, and I all got to see that movie a while back, and it was really an emotional ride, literally! For what amounts to a two-hour car chase, that says something."

"I'd like to see it, but I'm still too young," she admitted, rubbing the back of her hair. "But I'll take your word for it for now!"

...baring a sharp-toothed grimace. But the subadult Deinonychus wasn't ferocious at all today. Actually, he was more afraid than anything.

Beyond the dune that Ripper was using as a hiding place, a white Sphinx was lounging under a large, hieroglyphics-patterned umbrella. She was using her front claws on a clay tablet as calligraphy practice, on the grounds that it would keep her calm.

And further still, a Skarmory was practically hovering over the ocean waves, using the wind blowing in from the sea to keep himself steady. Nothing like pretending to be a Wingull on a fine summer's day!

Falchion was having so much fun that he barely registered when Ripper called out to him. Or maybe that was just the crashing of the surf.

"Have you lost your instinct for self-defense, brother?! You are practically asking to be eaten out there!"

"Really?" Falchion cried back. "You honestly think that's the case? There's no Sharpedo or Gyarados out here! It's just an anime-style beach, that's all! And you're just afraid of the ocean, aren't you?"

"I-I'm not afraid of the sea, thank you! I fear the beasts that lurk within!"

"Please stop arguing, you two," Rashida growled, rubbing a sandy front paw against her forehead. "You're breaking my concentration!"

"Hey, Riaa! Long time no see!"

Valon looked in the direction she was. "Wait, aren't those the two..."

"... that I was with during the Rose cleanup, yes. Riaa's the one who taught me how to walk."

A tall, obviously Elven woman strode out of a portal. As is usual for most Elves, her face had high cheekbones, an aquiline nose, a pointed chin and thin eyebrows that seemed perfectly shaped for being raised. Unlike most other Elves, though, her sclerae were red, her irises were black and her skin was ash-grey, clearly marking her as a Dunmer. Surprisingly for a scion of a fantasy ‘verse, she wore a black longcoat that wouldn’t have stood out in the grimiest post-Cyberpunk continuum; her bare feet peeked from under its ankle-length hem.
Turning on the spot, she walked around, seemingly at random, until she stopped about a metre away from Stephanie and Chakkik. She took her coat off, gently spreading it on the sand and lying down on it. Underneath it she wore a bikini.
“You! Yes, you in the leather armour set! Can you please move aside? You are blocking the sun!”

William growled, trying to prevent her partner from laughing her ass off. He then noticed two people, sitting near the water.

"Hey, VJ," he said, nudging the girl with his foot, "are they..."

VJ stopped laughing, although she was still clutching her stomach, and looked towards where Bill was looking. Her eyes widen a little and she put her Fangirl Smile #4 on. "Oh yes, they are..." She quickly got up, sweeped some sand from her body and motioned William to follow her. They both walked up to the pair.

"Hey, 'scuse me, hi," she said, leaning towards them and waving her fingers. "Are you guys by any chance, agents Dives and Zeb?"

Zeb, who tried and failed to skid to a stop, accidentally collided head-on with Gaspard.

"OhmygoodnessI'msosorryIwasn'ttryingtogosofastareyouokay?" Zeb said frantically, scrambling backwards and nosing at the unfortunate Spy.

Aaron too had wandered away from the main area of the beach, though more out of a desire to explore than anything else. As he approach Gaspard's beach chair, the familiar Nuka-Cola bottle caught his eye. "You're not from the Fallout continuum, are you?" he asked hopefully.