[Alicia is a bit out of her element; she has a habit of being busy during the rally - things were wrapping up in production of At the End of a Song this time last year - so this is the first time in a while she's actually been down to roam. She's trying (and not having much luck) to control her intake, but there are so many things that look super good that she's kind of sampling a little of everything. While she eats she's wearing Ray-Bans, a loose T-shirt and denim shorts, her hair in a single tail behind her to keep it out of her way, having evidently dressed down in the spirit of the event; under it she's got a mildly conservative two-piece swimsuit, in a pale yellow that isn't too bright to look at. When she's walking around, she's also got something new: a parasol, white with yellow accents. Her things go into a small knapsack when not worn: a little threadbare, white with a single green embroidered clover on the side, just big enough to wear like a backpack but too small to hold a lot.]
[A | om nom nom] [It is, of course, customary to start one's day at a food-related event by stuffing one's face. To that end, Alicia's hanging around the trucks, looking for things to try that she hasn't seen before. There are at least a few such items, and for the morning she can largely be found with something or other. Notably she's careful about the fried stuff and anything with too much ice cream. But even she has weaknesses. The occasional dopey smile from something tasty likely isn't helping. Ice cream will happen at least once.]
[B | sand and sun] [Once she's had her fill - for the moment, at least - Alicia turns her attention to the beach and the entertainment. She saves the stage as a thought for later, instead preferring to just keep to herself and go for a little jaunt down the waterfront with the sand between her toes. It's relaxing, despite the crowds, and she's happy to greet anyone she knows as she goes by. Eventually she'll settle somewhere, a big, thin towel coming out to set down on the sand and her things being set there before she plops down herself, fishing for sunscreen because she doesn't trust her skin not to burn. That done, she can be found taking in the sunshine for a little while, occasionally with a book in hand and her parasol open and wedged into the sand just so. Admittedly, the towel is big enough to fit more than just her on purpose: if she sees someone she knows, she'll wave them over to join her - it's too nice a day to spend alone, right?
She'll hit the water at least once before the sun starts to set, proving athletic enough as she swims a distance out from shore and tries to keep herself out of trouble, and at some point she'll wander over to the volleyball nets, but largely she's just taking it easy today. She will make a point of keeping her distance from the DJ and music stage - while the local acts are decent enough, she wants nothing to do with hearing a certain sitcom theme for a tenth time.]
[C | a horrible mistake] [At some point late in the afternoon, Alicia must have dozed off. It's the only explanation for why, some time after the sun has set, she comes back to herself a bit chilled and with the salty feeling of a day beachside on her skin. Her things are all still here, and her parasol has kept the sun off her face, but somehow she has a feeling that something is off still-?
That is answered for her as the titanic roar of two food trucks fills her awareness, and she slowly shakes off the sleepiness to find the ice cream truck barreling past her, having just swerved aside to avoid something that hadn't been cleared yet. It missed her cleanly without issue, but as it hits the water and sinks to its engine block, it kicks up a huge surge of water back in the direction it came from.
Which is where Alicia is drowsily watching the ocean come to meet her. At the last, she gets her parasol shifted just enough to keep her bag and book safe, a towel going over them as a last-second and barely-conscious thought, before the wave slams into her, the force of the water pushing her into the ground back-first, where it's a couple seconds before she lets out a pained groan.]
Ugh... that'll teach me to fall asleep. I was having a nice nap, too...
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[A | om nom nom]
[It is, of course, customary to start one's day at a food-related event by stuffing one's face. To that end, Alicia's hanging around the trucks, looking for things to try that she hasn't seen before. There are at least a few such items, and for the morning she can largely be found with something or other. Notably she's careful about the fried stuff and anything with too much ice cream. But even she has weaknesses. The occasional dopey smile from something tasty likely isn't helping. Ice cream will happen at least once.]
[B | sand and sun]
[Once she's had her fill - for the moment, at least - Alicia turns her attention to the beach and the entertainment. She saves the stage as a thought for later, instead preferring to just keep to herself and go for a little jaunt down the waterfront with the sand between her toes. It's relaxing, despite the crowds, and she's happy to greet anyone she knows as she goes by. Eventually she'll settle somewhere, a big, thin towel coming out to set down on the sand and her things being set there before she plops down herself, fishing for sunscreen because she doesn't trust her skin not to burn. That done, she can be found taking in the sunshine for a little while, occasionally with a book in hand and her parasol open and wedged into the sand just so. Admittedly, the towel is big enough to fit more than just her on purpose: if she sees someone she knows, she'll wave them over to join her - it's too nice a day to spend alone, right?
She'll hit the water at least once before the sun starts to set, proving athletic enough as she swims a distance out from shore and tries to keep herself out of trouble, and at some point she'll wander over to the volleyball nets, but largely she's just taking it easy today. She will make a point of keeping her distance from the DJ and music stage - while the local acts are decent enough, she wants nothing to do with hearing a certain sitcom theme for a tenth time.]
[C | a horrible mistake]
[At some point late in the afternoon, Alicia must have dozed off. It's the only explanation for why, some time after the sun has set, she comes back to herself a bit chilled and with the salty feeling of a day beachside on her skin. Her things are all still here, and her parasol has kept the sun off her face, but somehow she has a feeling that something is off still-?
That is answered for her as the titanic roar of two food trucks fills her awareness, and she slowly shakes off the sleepiness to find the ice cream truck barreling past her, having just swerved aside to avoid something that hadn't been cleared yet. It missed her cleanly without issue, but as it hits the water and sinks to its engine block, it kicks up a huge surge of water back in the direction it came from.
Which is where Alicia is drowsily watching the ocean come to meet her. At the last, she gets her parasol shifted just enough to keep her bag and book safe, a towel going over them as a last-second and barely-conscious thought, before the wave slams into her, the force of the water pushing her into the ground back-first, where it's a couple seconds before she lets out a pained groan.]
Ugh... that'll teach me to fall asleep. I was having a nice nap, too...