[Vacation! Open thread]

[livelyangel.livejournal.com]

Characters: Rinoa, OPEN
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: It's time to hit the beach! Get out your bikinis and swimming trunks, girls and boys. Yes, even you, Squall. Party style! Feel free to threadhop, start your own threads etc.
Location: Costa Faguita
Date: May, 1804
Warnings: None

This was the life. Rinoa relaxed on a sun lounger, soaking up the rays. Behind her sunglasses, her eyes were closed. She could hear the waves lapping gently against the beach in the background. It was as though the dragon invasion had never happened.

A group of holidaymakers passed by, laughing and joking as they headed for the sea. Rinoa sat up to take a look around. Hmm. Maybe it was time she went for a swim. But first she needed to reapply her sun cream. She smoothed back her hair and picked up her bottle of sun lotion. Now was there anyone around who might want to help? 

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[ladiesmanirvine.livejournal.com]

Irvine wasn't much for the scorching heat, more like a spring time grassy knoll or something. Peaceful scenes. However girls in bikinis and the sound of the ocean nearby had its on peace.

Sporting nothing but a pair of trunks and his hat, the cowboy relaxed in the sun, working on his tan. Obvious bruises and cuts were seen, but it wasn't anything he was going to let get the best of him.

[OOC: Irvine would apply lotion but Squall and Selphie would straight murder the crap outta him...sooo]

[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

Mjrn waded around along the shore, letting the water slip past her ankles. It was a better setting than Guadosalam, to be sure. Less traumatic, more tranquil...and yet, she was all too aware of that fact that she was unable to enjoy her surroundings as she would have, had her death not occurred. She wasn't as disoriented as she was upon first awakening, but the lack of Viera senses still haunted her.

Not wanting to cast a pall on the vacation, Mjrn refrained from speaking about it, though she was rather quiet, even for her. She lifted her face to the breeze, trying to find some measure of peace. Upon glancing around, she realized that she had wandered too far away from the rest and so reversed course, heading back to them.

[eidolon-soul.livejournal.com]

Rydia smiled as she took in the spectacular view around them. She shaded her eyes from the sun, enjoying the passing breeze as it wove through her hair. Bright blue water, pristine beaches and a cloudless sky was the perfect cure for a nightmarish week of seemingly neverending battle.

Well, almost. Yuna's fate was still cause for heartache, and had nearly diverted her from joining the beach crowd, though she had changed her mind at the last moment. At any rate, she wouldn't be so selfish as to bring down everyone's mood, even though she would continue to grieve in private. Perhaps her friend would return, as Rydia herself had earlier. For now, there was nothing to do but wait and hope.

Rydia re-emerged from the airship after changing. She remained in green, of course, but long sleeves and boots were for another place and time. Instead, she revealed even more than her usual outfits did and had slipped on a bikini. The green-haired woman headed toward the rest, but she took her time, savoring the moment.

[herownhero.livejournal.com]

Quistis knew that she would regret her decision to seek Selphie's help for choosing her beach attire when she heard the smaller girl's enthusiastic response. But considering her current sightless state, she could do little else but accept whatever Selphie had chosen out for her-- which happened to be a completely uncharacteristic black string bikini. After feeling just how little the scraps of fabric covered, Quistis had almost taken back her promise to head out to the beach with the rest of the gang, but she knew that Selphie and Rinoa would never let her get out of it; that, and she did feel bad about how the others had worried about her during her absence.

After securing the strings of her bathing suit, she let out a small sigh before calling out loudly enough for the male waiting outside her room to hear. "Noah? I'm done."

[danceawaypain.livejournal.com]

There was something familiar and comforting to the feel of sand under her bare feet. True, the beach's sand was far softer and lighter than the desert sands of Dalmasca, and yet Penelo found a satisfying peace in it. The setting reminded her greatly of the first time she'd laid eyes on the Phon Coast, with its shimmering blue waters and white sand, and her challenging Vaan to a race to the water. That had been the first time she'd seen the ocean and though she'd oft seen it since then usually from an airship, the sheer vastness of the waters still amazed her.

Along the shoreline she walked, with the waves lapping at her ankles, while she drank in the fragrance of the salty air and soaked up the sun on her skin. Such a miraculous sensation, the feeling of warmth. Penelo had missed it intensely during her illness, and even knowing the chill was brought on from the fever, she found herself grateful to be away from ice and snow and somewhere far more agreeable to her for weather. She was never meant to live in colder climes, as evidenced by how well her sky blue bikini showed off her sun-kissed skin and trim dancer's curves.

A pearlescent shell caught her attention, and Penelo bent to collect it, then studied it within the palm of her hand, while savoring the crash of the waves and the sound of laughter and sea birds in the air.

[arrogant-flirt.livejournal.com]

Edge took a moment to walk a little further down the beach and engage one of the vendors. He knew he couldn't avoid appreciating the view for much longer and sunglasses seemed the most prudent way to study the scenery.

Putting on the glasses, he began the short trek back to his friends taking note of the wonders surrounding him: Nice, Nice, Very Nice.

[gold-crested.livejournal.com]

"Hells yeah!" This was epic--No, no, it was more than epic. Unfortunately Zell lacked the vocabulary necessary to describe in full detail the more than epicness this little strip of sand embodied. So 'great amounts of epic' would just have to do for now. The young blond had never been much of a beach boy growing up, only ever going to the ocean a few times in the summers. Besides, Balamb beach wasn't all that fantastic. This was. This he could make could see himself making regular trips to in order to soak up this great sun.

He hadn't really thought about sunscreen until it was a too late (if they even had sunscreen in this crazy place), but Zell didn't mind sacrificing some discomfort for a bright day clad in only his good ol' jean shorts and gloves (after that crazy dragon attack he wasn't going anywhere unprepared). And hey, if you had a bod to show off you might as well, right? He didn't train just to be an apt fighter, although he wasn't going to deny his excellent skills either.

With his usual goofy grin in place, the mercenary jogged quickly toward the waves, the sand a bit too hot on his poor bare feet, and walked along the coastline to enjoy the scenery. His big hands occasionally brushed obnoxious bangs out of his blue eyes, not having bothered to style his hair when he knew it would just get wet in the sea.

[melodiesoflute.livejournal.com]

Thinking that perhaps his departure from Troia may have been a tad hasty, Edward had to admit that he enjoyed venturing along the coastline of Costa Faguita. It was so sunny here, much sunnier than it had been within Troia or Narshe. The climate was warm enough to venture outside without a cloak or hat, while breezy enough to allow the body to cool. Smiling silently to himself as he walked along the beach, Edward merely listened to the rolling of the ocean waves nearby.

[bastard.livejournal.com]

Make way, bitches. Look who decided to tag along after all.

[dragoon-rising.livejournal.com]

As with most "fun" events, Kain had been pretty much forced along to this. He'd had some reasons to want a change of scenery, but unfortunately this time it had also come along with the beach trip. He felt guilty enough from some of his past behavior to let himself be dragged into it.

He had set aside his armor for the day, for more beach-appropriate attire. While anyone else in the world would be more comfortable to be rid of heavy armor, it left Kain feeling... much too exposed. Although, clad as he was in only shorts, one could definitely see just how much training- and fighting- he really did. Under all that armor which he usually encased himself in, he was fit and well-muscled, with a few battle scars both old and new.

Not that Kain was in a mood to be too social. While his newly found dragon was fast asleep back in his quarters at the moment, he wasn't fond of leaving her for too long. So he stayed on the fringe of the activity. At the moment, he was walking along the water's edge and brooding.

[xredthespianx.livejournal.com]

Blank had been in two minds about coming. He had really, really wanted to see Mjrn again, but he didn't want to be in the way. He had ditched his usual attire for something more beach friendly - shorts and t-shirt, but he was already scratching at the scarlines on his arms and chest - no doubt the t-shirt would soon be gone.

He stood still, shielding his eyes from the sun as he glanced around for any familiar faces. Just months ago he would've been in 'Honey Heaven' with the amount of cuties in bikinis and would've spent his day trying to bed as many as possible, but now he barely gave them a second glance.

[winhillstime.livejournal.com]

Since Raine and Uncle Laguna had practically thrown her out the door to the beach, and Elle hadn't had time to tell anyone she was coming, she arrived late and alone. Still, she was wearing a simple blue bikini top with matching bottom, though no one could really see it through the white ankle-length skirt she wore over it. The skirt had a slit up the side of her right leg and tied at her right hip. It was a little more showy than she was used to, but that was okay. She had a towel that would work if she didn't want to be seen.

Walking nervously through the sand, she tried to figure out where everyone was and who she wouldn't mind saying hello to.

[sandrubies.livejournal.com]

And here's Cecil looking just as fit as Kain and feeling just as exposed without his armor, dressed in only a pair of shorts. He kept to himself mostly, enjoying the scenery and beauty of the beach, listening to the waves crash against the rocks.

Cecil was seated away from everyone, an arm rested on a bent knee as he gazed out at the water. It felt wonderful to have the sun warming his bare skin, giving him some color rather than the pale complexion he usually sported. He could hear Rydia and Edge, the man as loud as ever. He could hear Selphie off to his left shouting at someone he didn't particularly know well and many others.

As long as they were all enjoying themselves.

/craaaaaawls in sloooowly

[brewing-storm.livejournal.com]

If there was anything harder to do in the world, it was getting Squall Leonhart outside. Much less into anything resembling swim wear. Of which there was no luck, this time. He didn't have any overwhelming urge for much of anything other than solid ground and... there's always something really familiar about the ocean. Something about it has always calmed him down.

Breathing in the scent of the brine, the contrast of the cooler sea breeze and the heat of the beach itself...

Squall was away from the commotion. Mind blissfully blank for once. Felt good to not have to think too much for once.

[shatterhearted.livejournal.com]

Talk about being fashionably late to the party... Fran stepped out onto the sand dressed in a forest green bikini - as if it was even possible for a Viera to reveal more flesh, somehow Fran seemed to manage it. Her hair was loose, spilling down her back and over her shoulders.

It was nice to be away from the eternal rains of Burmecia and nice to be off the Strahl. She adored the airship, she truly did, the wings provided her with a freedom she would otherwise lack, but sometimes it was nice to step from the metal confines into the wide world.

She set her towel down on the sand and sat down, looking around for any sign of her sister or Irvine - the two main reasons she was here.

[xbalthierx.livejournal.com]

He hadn't even really wanted to come. It was the last place he wanted to be, when he had several leads on treasures he could get his hands on, but Fran had been insistant for a rare change and he understood she was there to see her sister. He couldn't keep her from her sister, and he was concerned over Mjrn as well, so he'd decided to land.

Being the first person to think of his fashion sense, Balthier had chose to wear just a pair of black shorts, never removing his jewellery of course. Letting Fran leave first, he finished running diagnostics checks on the Strahl before leaving the airship, crossing his arms as he stepped out into the sun.