[cozymutt]

Your kalon goes beachcombing for spare parts, but they find something else in their search.
What do they uncover?


Trevor found a shark tooth!
(pose help from shadowinkwarrior)

[stan.]

Jacques - Octopi

What do they uncover?


"I think they're mad now because they were...disturbed?"

[Kyar]

Tʜᴇʏ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ sᴏᴍᴇ sᴛᴜꜰꜰ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ, ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴄʜ.

Twig lay flat on his back, sand swimming up to his ears in the hot summer sun. He could feel the heat trapped under his T-shirt and shorts, and really wished now he'd thought to change before coming down here. He was quite a ways away from his cabin on the ship now.

It had probably been a good hour or more he'd spent searching the sands. He wasn't sure what Shark thought they were going to find to fix an engine down here. Unless seashells, rocks, and the occasional clump of seaweed counted as engine parts. He really didn't know much about engines, but he really didn't think so.

A gull crying overhead caught his eye, and he squinted upward against the beating rays of the sun. "Oh brother. They think I'm dying!" he chuckled. It wasn't really true, those were vultures that did that. He'd seen plenty of westerns, so he knew all about the buzzards flying down to pick off the things that don't make it through the desert. Actually, the sand of the beach wasn't unlike it either.

Sitting up, he scanned the horizon. Hm... Why not spend a little time playing an imagination game?

As the gull glided above, the waves rolling in would stand in for the railroad tracks. The trees, those were posts in the building fronts in this little western town. And there, as the sun hit high noon, the great outlaw Crabby Cowhide was staring him down. Twig's legs bowed out in a cowboy sheriff stance, hand by his hip where his sunscreen bottle was shoved into his pocket (just in case). The standoff had begun.

"Make your move, Crabby," he whispered over the ocean--wait, the desert winds.

Suddenly, the crab bolted.

"Hey!" he shouted, pulling out the bottle, uncapping it and squeezing as hard as he could.

Wow.

The squirt of sunscreen rocketed through the air much farther than he'd anticipated. Soaring above the sand, it actually made it past the area the little crab had been standing, now scuttled off somewhere while Twig had fumbled with his "weapon" and marveled at his shot. This thing could count as a real weapon, if he used it right. Maybe that was worth keeping in mind.

Tucking it away, he started off after the crab again.

"You won't get away from me next time!" he cried. His eyes scoured the sand for any sign of the little creature, and just as he was considering turning back, he saw something. Definitely not a crab. But what was that?

Digging away the little bits of sand obscuring the shape, he was surprised to pull up... a shoe? It was a women's sandal, torn at the seams and waterlogged. Kind of gross, actually. But as he was about to throw it off into the water, he realized two things. One, that would be littering, and he knew better than to litter. Two, the clasp on the side of the sandal had a little golden starfish dangling from a thin cord. His eyes lit up, and he hollered for joy.

"Now I'm sheriff around these parts," he began again, his new sheriff's star pinned to his sandy T-shirt. "Crabby, I'm coming for you!" The sandal waved like a lasso above him as he raced off, mimicking his horseback adventure with a series of whoops and whinnies. Yeah, he was a little old for this. But he was on vacation, after all.

[Karmel]

Prompt Four:
Featuring Elishan & Ravi



It was pretty hot in the day already by the time Eli made his way down to the beach shore. Sweat was beading on his brow and normally well-kept hair was frizzing to levels horrifying to the head it was attached too. Despite best efforts to wear his largest sunhat, lightest clothes, and loads of sunscreen, it was the lack of breeze that had foiled him.

Ravi had done his best to fan his overheating boyfriend, him being not nearly as susceptible to the heat, but his meager makeshift fan could do no good.

Still, they were sent on a mission and Elishan was determined to succeed in it.

“Now, let’s see what we can find,” Eli hummed to himself.

It looked pretty bare on first sight, but further to shore around the rocks on the right he could see a glimmer. Perfect, they could get in and get out in under five minutes and go find some air conditioning.

He stumbled through the thick sand in his haste and almost flipped face first if not for Ravi’s protective catch on his elbow.

“Babe...” the taller man said exasperatedly.

Eli looked up at him and chuckled sheepishly. “Whoops.”

He quickly glanced around to see if Captain or their friend had noticed, but it seems they were (thankfully) occupied by their own find. He brushed off now sandy knees before carefully picking up whatever it was in front of them.

Hmm. Shiny, long, metal. Wait, is that a lever?

The ship. Lost a whole lever. Probably an important one! To something important! (Eli had big brains.) How dangerous was this trip to begin with if things of this scale just fall off?

He voiced all of this out loud to Ravi of course.

“I’m sure it is just something, small love. Like a lever to a window,” his boyfriend replied simply, the gravity of this finds not nearly as crucial in his mind.

“It’s not a car, Ravi. The windows don’t just roll down.”

“You don’t know that maybe the Captain has a special window in her cabin.”

“If that’s the ‘Suite Room Upgrade’ I’m glad we saved the money.”

[*Starshimmer*]

*Starshimmer* || Squids || Dahlia

“Um... Did someone lose these? ...”

[✦ nemuri]

nikolai hated being told what to do. that was why he detested his job, after all! however, no amount of complaining and groaning and sniveling could've gotten him out of his current situation.

searching for scraps? in the sand? in the blistering heat? who on earth thought this was a good idea? regardless of however he thought, nikolai definitely wasn't the only person to be hunched over the sand, trying to find anything that could possibly be salvaged for the cruise ship. the fact that he wasn't suffering alone made him feel a little better, but he was still bitter. the ghosts that were usually around him was aware of his shortening patience, and for possibly the first time in nikolai's life, they weren't around to bother him.

perhaps that's not so much of a blessing as nikolai had originally made it out to be. that meant he had to dig without anything distracting him, and sometimes, silence was louder and more stifling. was nikolai regretting his decision to go on the cruise? yes, 100%. was there anything he could do about it? not really, no. as such, he could only suck it up and try to get through the day.

much to his chagrin, he did end up finding something on the beach. however, everyone on the beach had probably encountered that something a few times by now. littered all around nikolai were assortments of shells and crabs, and it didn't seem like there was anything particularly useful here.

"if i never see a crab in my life ever again, it'll still be too soon," nikolai hissed to himself, wincing in pain as he tried to bat the crabs away from his body. why were they all swarming towards him...? okay, there was no way he was subjecting himself to this torture anymore.

standing up quickly, nikolai decided to run away. he could find an excuse as to why he couldn't bring anything back later.


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[veridian]

username: qpplepie / link to sign-up post: here / kalon used: esryn

"What did they find?"

[sentimental]

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"OUCH- gods damn it all.. "
A loud shriek of pain suddenly stirred the local birds in the surrounding trees into scattering.
A long pale figure could be seen below the trees, grouching out swears under his breath. Syrilli had been
meandering down the coastline, bemusing what he might find at the request of the old mechanic from the village.
He had half hoped he wouldn't find anything- as he was only helping the pointy old mechanic out of boredom, he
could not care less about saving the ship that had crashed them on such a pebble in the middle of the ocean any
money at all.
The thought of actually finding anything meant he had to lug his findings back with him, a job he found detestable to
say the very least.

Rubbing his injured toe through his boots, Syrilli looked down at the offending object that had eviscerated his pained
digits. Huh? It appeared to be the corner of something buried in the sand.
It didn't seem to be metal, or even remotely ship-colored, plus, Syrilli was perusing the beach at the very edge of
the trees to avoid the sun. He wasn't about to obtain skin cancer and wrinkles by thirty. He'd leave that to the more
weathered cruise-goers. Groaning in exaggerated pain, he turned to look behind him to check if Captain was nearby-
he knew she liked hanging around the beach. Seeing no one, Syrilli resigned himself to slowly digging away the sand
from the object's base.

As he dug, the sky began to darken and the sun lowered, gradually increasing the heat (and Syrilli's temper along
with it). By the time the sun was about two inches from the sea's surface, Syrilli was able to pull the massive, uh, item
from it's sandy grave.
Stepping backwards, Syrilli examined his find.

"A chicken statue?" he sounded out in surprise, patting off his hands on his now ruined skinny jeans.
It was just that- a wooden pillar, carved from what was probably oak, with an equally wooden chicken
sitting atop it.

"This is what I spent my day and my clothes digging up?"

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[WolfWinter]

"Your kalon goes beachcombing for spare parts, but they find something else in their search.
What do they uncover?"
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The beach was as littered with kruisers as it was with scrap. More parts and bits of metal from the breakdown has washed ashore and the others were combing through it. Wynter walked further down the beach where it was less crowded and started pawing through the sand. She found some trash, and scooped that up too. She kept walking further and further down the beach, no longer looking for parts, but picking up all the trash that was there. It was hard for her not to glare at some of the other visitors, wondering who had left so much trash on the beach.

They were guests here, and being on vacation didn't excuse just leaving trash everywhere! She grumbled, and eventually started tying some of the more solid bits together to carry with her, leaving her bag free for smaller stuff that could flit away in the breeze. Eventually, the ship was out of sight, and she was flabbergasted at the increasing number of garbage. She couldn't clean it all up by herself. It wasn't until she she found a bottle with a logo she knew was outdated by a decade that she became suspicious. She climbed over the sand dune, and was horrified but what she saw.

It looked like someone had tried to bury their mountain of trash in the sand dunes, and the recent weather shifted it enough for it to all come tumbling out. She didn't even know how they managed it. Wynter grabbed her camera, took a few pictures, and ran back to find someone to help. A few of the locals were just as shocked as she was at the discovery. Whoever did it was long gone, judging by how beaten up some of the pieces were and the logos on the more protected items. She also felt guilty for thinking anyone on the kruise had done it.

She managed to find a group who was willing to help her get it cleaned up. Some even swam out into the water to hunt for the pieces that were pulled out by the waves. Soon, the sun began to set. They barely made a dent in the trash pile itself, but the area around it was mostly clean. It would take awhile to clear it up, but now that they knew about it, it would. Wynter crashed into her bunk, not caring about the broken ship. Her mind was focused on cleaning up the trash, even as she fell asleep.

[Midnightkitkat]

Prompt 4