Everything's A Weapon, Wednesday, Period One

[raspberryturk]

Notices had been sent out to all the students, informing them to dress for a day at the beach. In the Danger Shop. Anyway, students were met with a typical beach scene when they got to class, complete with burgers and hot dogs on a grill, and a cooler full of sodas and snacks beside it. Several large beach umbrellas offered shade to brightly colored towels leading off to the left, where a beach volleyball net was set up. There were even a few kayaks pulled up out of the water in case anyone wanted to go for a quick ride. There were also several baskets of flip-flops and suntan lotions, just in case anyone was worried about getting burned. In the Danger Shop. Even if that totally wasn't a thing.

“Yo, rookies,” Reno, who was clad in a pair of black swim trunks with happy yellow chocobos all over them, announced with a grin, “you guys have been livin' off in Fort Creepy across the water for the past weeks, so I figured maybe you'd like a break from all that. Beach party day today, yo. I know, I know, how are you ever gonna cope? I say deal, kids. Deal.”

Such a difficult request.

“The food's all real, even if the waves and sun ain't. Get yourselves comfortable and settle in. We got all class here, after all.”

Right. Because this couldn't possibly be a setup.

[Open!]

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Re: Sahagin Attack!

[justwantedfriends]

Kira went over as well, and grabbed one of the poles, trying not to make a strangled noise. "This counts as my exercise for like, the next three days."

Re: Sahagin Attack!

[spin_kick_snap]

"Ugh," Kathy agreed, yanking on hers. "I really need to, like, weight train or something. But it's better than trying to play tug-of-war with one of those thingies for their tridents, right?"