fandomhigh | Beaching It [Week 5, Period 5, Wed. 8/4]

It seemed getting to the beach for class over an hour before class was supposed to meet and relaxing had led to John falling asleep while he tanned. Now, he was a smart man so there was no fear of resulting sunburn, however, a certain baby bobcat TA had found him and, being a very curious, cruel, and resourceful bobcat, had buried the teacher in the sand. Turned out her paws really liked the feel of digging!

The bobcat lounged in the sun on her victim's towel, stretching to lick a paw and give an ear a rub as the class began to arrive. John eyed her cautiously through his sunglasses, having already sent a barrage of foul language her way to encourage her to dig him out already. Alas. "Well guys, I think we're gonna skip the demonstration part of how to build a sandcastle today. I did bring some buckets, shovels, and sculpting tools for interested parties, but it seems our TA thought it would be more fun to bury people in the sand. So that's what we're gonna do!"

He kind of hoped this tactic would lead to someone kind un-burying him at some point. "So, why bury a person in the sand? Well, for a good answer, ask Rose. Hell, the last time I was buried in the sand up to my neck I'd been murdered callously by my best friend and, well, in that reality he'd been a little on the border of something else, uh, but we won't go there right now! Anyhow, it's more a joke you play on nice guys who fell asleep around people he thought he could trust. Much like the old 'write foul words in sunscreen' gag. While I don't recommend the second, the first is kind of entertaining....for a while." Not a long while.

"So, grab a bucket and a hand shovel and get to digging!" John paused. "Or, you know, you could dig me out." He didn't think he was that lucky, actually.

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Name, candle scent, and an animal(istic?) icon

Kitty Pryde, vanilla

~~What, she's already always Kitty.~~

Leia Organa, jasmine

Andy Gallagher, patuchuli

Effy Stonem, unscented.

Alex Karev, buttercream

阿祖拉
Azula, Princess of the Fire Nation; Firewood

Princess Ariel, Summer Breeze!

Helen, raspberry

Robin, evergreen

Yup, that's your teacher talking to you while buried up to his neck in sand.

Kitty was listening to the lecture. Really, she was. Sure, she had her hand up in front of her mouth to hide that she was trying and failing not to giggle, but she heard every word!

Alex...took out his phone and took a picture. Sorry, Professor Sheppard. It had to be done.

Azula blinked then frowned then smirked then resisted the very understandable urge to kick the head like a Kuai Ball.

Wait, wait, wait. Ariel only half listened to the teacher in this class, but, when he was buried in sand, it was hard to ignore the fact that they actually had to do something akin to work in today's lesson.

Ariel was not pleased by this.

Thankfully, he wasn't that tall, right, and there were plenty of other people who would dig him out, so she could just let them do it and she'd be over there, beaching it up, since there wasn't any more room. Right?

Only thing she as going to dig for was buried treasure, thanks.

There's plenty of sand and water to either bury someone or build a pretty sand castle.

Alex wasn't going to let himself get buried but he could try and slap some sand together to make some sort of leaning tower of sand castles.

There was no way Azula would let anyone bury her so pretty sand castle it is. She took the buckets and the assorted tools and proceeded to recreate the Fire Lord's palace (http://screenshots.avatarspiritmedia.net/301/312.jpg).

Helen was more than willing to unbury him, but she wasn't sure how the bobcat would react. So she settled nearby to make some sort of sand creation and looked for an opportunity to do a little digging out.

Again, there's always time to just relax on the beach. Call up a friend to join you, John won't mind.

Ariel, of course, skipped all the sand stuff today and went right to the hanging out.

What? She was starting to realize just how limited her time was, and it was kind of stressing her out. She needed the chill time.

Where the buried John seems to have a bobcat friend who is very, very pleased with herself.

The bobcat was, indeed, terribly pleased with herself. She guarded John carefully, eyeing anyone who got too close and might free him.

But since she was a cat, she was also lounging comfortably on his towel, cleaning herself sometimes and sometimes just basking in the sun.

It was good to be a cat.

Thanks to

guardianborn for letting me have kitty modding rights while she enjoys the real beach. *grumbles*

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