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[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

[The beach, the water, the blue sky...it's paradise. In theory. Because one man's paradise is another man's hell, and that man would be Matt. The only possible, logical reason for him to be sitting on the beach, his towel spread out between him and that cursed sand, is that he's under orders to do so.

He looks miserable.

And pissed.

And his nose is covered in sunscreen.

Matt takes a drag from his cigarette before letting it rest on a small plastic ashtray. He reaches for a neon green gun and points it at his head, closing his eyes before pulling the trigger. Squirt! The stream of cold water hits his cheek, and there's very very temporary relief from the heat.

Matt reaches for his cigarette, but it's not exactly where he left it. The ashtray has mysteriously 'grown' eight legs and is walking away.

Anyone for crab legs?]

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[in person}]

[jadedserpent.livejournal.com]

[Snape walks by, a book under his arm and his head bowed. He's wearing a t-shirt now, and a large palm frond floats over his head, shading him from the sun.

He stops for a moment as a crab with an ashtray on its back scuttles by. He watches it go, then studies its trail in the sand. On the other end is a miserable-looking boy on a beach towel.

Snape scrutinizes him momentarily, and says nothing.]

[in person}]

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

[Matt reaches for the crabtray, but pauses to stare back at the guy who's staring at him. It's an odd feeling. Normally Matt doesn't get noticed, he does the noticing.

Right now he notices the palm frond floating over his head.]

Think they'll ever legalize it?

[With that, he makes a grab for the crab.]

Re: [in person}]

[jadedserpent.livejournal.com]

[The boy gets a strange look from Snape, something that could be confusion or annoyance.]

What?

[in person}]

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

[Matt just shakes his head, taking another drag from his cigarette now that he's finally reclaimed it.]

See if you can spot any other crabs.

[He does the same. At least now Matt has something worth doing.]

Re: [in person}]

[jadedserpent.livejournal.com]

Need them for something?

[in person}]

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

Need some melted butter more though.

Re: [in person]

[jadedserpent.livejournal.com]

Planning on cooking them somewhere? I have yet to see a stove here.

[in person]

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

Man, you don't need a stove. Just roast 'em over a fire. Like hot dogs with shells.

[It's not like it would make Matt sick, not with his stomach.]

Re: [in person]

[jadedserpent.livejournal.com]

[Snape's expression twists into one of dislike.]

Appetizing.

[In Person]

[radical-edward0.livejournal.com]

Crabby is escaping!

[Where did that come from? Looking around Matt won't see her. Not unless he also looks up. About 30 feet away from Matt and ten feet up another palm tree sits Ed. She is straddling the rough bark wearing her bathing suit (http://www.swimoutlet.com/product_p/9099.htm), goggles, snorkel, and flippers. Her bright yellow inner tube is sitting on top of the tree, a few stiff palm leaves shoved through it. Ed clearly tried to put the rubber tube around the tree but discovered the hole was too small. Not to be discouraged she did as best she could]

Running away, running away, running-running away-away. Aunning rway!

[In Person]

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

[Matt blinks at the sound of Ed's voice and looks around until he spots her.]

Oh. It's you.

Help me catch it, would ya?

[In Person]

[radical-edward0.livejournal.com]

Aye-aye!!

[Ed slides over, hanging like a sloth by her arms and legs. She shimmies down the tree until she's sitting on the ground. She then rolls over and over and over until she's face to face with Matt's "ashtray."]

[In Person]

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

[Matt reaches over to reclaim it and puts the cigarette out.]

Now. What should we do with 'crabby'.

[In Person]

[radical-edward0.livejournal.com]

[Ed looks up from where the crab was, along the arm of its captor and into Matt's face. She blinks at him as if processing what he just said]

Do more with Crabby?

[In Person]

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

Too bad we don't have some potatoes and little ears of corn.

[And not to feed 'crabby', either.]

[In Person]

[radical-edward0.livejournal.com]

Crabs don't eat potatoes and corn, silly.

[In Person]

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

Nope. But Matts eat all three.

[In Person]

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[Mello chuckles as he approaches, dripping wet and wrapped in a zebra print towel]

You look happy.

[In Person]

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

Fuckin' orgasmic. Why do you think I have the cigarette?

[He does spare a moment to glance Mello up and down before reclaiming his ashtray.]

Have a nice swim?

[In Person]

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

Be careful about that, you don't want sand up your dick.

[He twists the towel around his hair in a sort of turban. Without a hairdryer he's been doing this, trying to avoid his hair frizzing.]

Water's perfect, as usual.

[In Person]

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

[Matt snorts at that.]

Ugh.

[He falls back against his towel. Nothing is 'perfect' here, not for him.]

Do me a favor. Bury me.

[In Person]

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[Mello laughs, standing over Matt]

Who's the Drama Queen now, Matt? Little sun and sand might be good for you. There's no way in Hell this is permanent, it's just another trial like the goddamn rabbit said. We'll be back in climate control before you--well, before I know it.

[He playfully kicks a little sand in Matt's direction]

Just keep your trunks on.

[In Person]

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

[He knows that what Mello is saying is true -- well, most of it. Namely about it all being temporary. As for the sun and sand being good for him?

Not bloody likely.

He blinks when Mello kicks sand in his direction. After a second he makes a grab for the blond's ankle.]

[In Person]

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[Mello is caught and chuckles at Matt]

And the next step is...?

[In Person]

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

[Matt grins, giving a sudden tug to try and pull Mello down onto the sand with him.]