Repel wore off! A wild Catch-All appeared!

[belligerentwarrior]

WHO: Freya and various others
WHERE: Also varies
WHEN: Late July and onward
WHAT: Vaaaries
WARNINGS: Violence in one thread when dragons get involved

A catch-all for several threads to keep the comm uncluttered. If you want to contact me for any reason, PM this journal or PP me at gsdragono

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[belligerentwarrior]

"You can. I won't. I'll buy you food if you do it."

[long_live_the_queen]

Lucy huffed out an agitated sigh, rubbing at her temple.

"...seriously."

[belligerentwarrior]

"I'm not any happier about this."

Freya really didn't sound like it, still standing there with a pillow dangling from her grasp.

"I can trust you to never mention this again."

[long_live_the_queen]

Lucy's shoulders were all huddled and unhappy, posture resembling a cat being dragged around in a harness it didn't like. She looked around, checking for observant employees or possible cameras.

That done, she snatched the pillowcase out of her roommate's hand.

"...give me that."

[belligerentwarrior]

"...Thanks," Freya muttered as she snatched another pillow off the shelf, shaking it out and stepping awkwardly into it.

"On three."

It was surprisingly difficult not to buckle under the weight of this regret.

timeskip etc

[long_live_the_queen]

Lucy didn't have much to say, this time.

"We're never talking about this again."

***

The sand crunching underfoot wasn't nearly as unpleasant this time. There were fewer seagulls, for example. It was hot, but there was a brisk breeze going; enough that they had to put the kite together in the car to keep the instructions and fabric from blowing away.

Most of the tourists were clustered further up the coastline, but there was a stretch of relatively uninhabited beach in front of them. The shells and driftwood may have had something to do with that. It was flattest towards the water, but Lucy was eying the waves suspiciously while holding the kite and its spool of string.

"Have you flown one of these things before?" Lucy called, slightly louder than usual.

[belligerentwarrior]

Lucy wasn't the only one watching the water. Freya hardly took her eyes off of the waves, considering what her last trip here was like.

"Never. How hard can it be?"

[long_live_the_queen]

"I don't know. Harder than throwing a paper airplane?" In fact, Lucy does so!

...the kite rather sadly nosedived into the sand. The teenager retrieved it with a mutter, brushing sand off of the fabric again.

[belligerentwarrior]

Freya couldn't stop the snrk from bubbling out of her throat. She didn't see it, but the sad little sffft of the kite biting into the sad was distinctive.

"Apparently. Try lettin' the wind carry it out of your hand, or something."

[long_live_the_queen]

Lucy glowered over her shoulder at her roommate, straightening up with the kite in hand and bristled shoulders.

"We could go back and get that stupid DVD if you want," she grumbled.

The teenager held the kite while facing the wind this time, turning away from Freya and the sea. The kite caught the breeze! ...for a hot second. Then the kite drooped, and Lucy scowled at it again.

The instructions said to run, didn't they? Something about lift? Lucy hesitated a moment, focusing on that little triangle of fabric under the keel. A shimmer curled over her shoulder, setting translucent fingers into the fabric. It hefted the kite with no issue, but Lucy kept glancing at it over her shoulder to make sure it was still there.

And then she broke into a sprint, suddenly and not checking where her friend was.

[belligerentwarrior]

"Why? We've got youtube." Freya's briefly distracted by wondering if any of them in the apartment owned a DVD player. Pen was surely bound to have something, littered as her place was with gadgets, but most laptops these days didn't have a disc drive.

And so, thinking about DVDs and the suspicious ocean before her, Freya was quite literally blindsided by her roommate.

And toppled into the edge of the waves with a startled sound.

[long_live_the_queen]

"Because it's—" Lucy didn't finish her sentence, glancing back over her shoulder too late. She smacked into her roommate's back face-first, and the kite didn't go anywhere but back into the sand. Let alone Lucy, who was lighter and smaller and still on the top of the pile, but not enough to get away from the waves or the damp sand.

[belligerentwarrior]

Freya simply laid there a moment in defeat, giving a frustrated sigh before she started lifting herself (and Lucy) up.

"Christ, Lucy. One concussion this month's enough." Not to say anything of frigid ocean water now soaking her front and the sand clinging to her face.

[long_live_the_queen]

"You weren't there when I last looked!" ...which was an afterthought. Lucy's protest might have had more of an impact if she wasn't shouting into her roommate's shirt and shoulderblades too. Instead it just sounded like another grumble. A tickly one.

She started to wriggle and lever herself back up when she felt the ground (mostly Freya) move, at least aware enough not to sputter. Lucy didn't get that much sand on her in comparison, and Freya was probably a bit pissed. Best not to keep rattling the cage.

The teenager dished the kite out of the way of the next wave; it was damp, but water-resistant enough that it didn't matter. Still no closer to being airborne, though.