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The Last Days of Summer

The Twilight Zone has been super quiet. Some of the poor souls trapped here had managed to escape back to their respective worlds (or respective roleplays). But now, they will find themselves inexplicably drawn back.

And to what?

Well, to an end-of-summer celebration. The Twilight Zone has turned into a beach resort. The water is clear and blue and the sand is white. It's also completely deserted except for a few food vendors; not another vacationer on the beach.

On one stretch of the beach, the waves are huge and crash into the shore with all their strength. The wind blows and gusts, keeping the heat down. This area is perfect for surfing and windsurfing. Indeed, there's boards and sails of all shapes and sizes stuck in the sand, ready to hit the waves.

Just down the beach, the waves are much calmer, due to a reef about 200 yards out. The water is shallow and clear. This area is for the slightly less adventurous, or those who just want to bask or snorkel. Equipment for SCUBA diving, snorkeling and just relaxing are located in a little shop nestled into the dunes. And it's all for free.

And for those who would actually like to play football? An area of the beach has been roped off for beach football. There's also another, smaller "court" with a net through the middle for volleyball.

But watch out, there are a few jellyfish in the water! The sun is hot and bright, so be sure to wear sunscreen. Some say they even saw a shark out there...

Enjoy your Labor Day holiday, Twilight Zonies!


[[ooc: ok so this isn't a mod approved scene change, but it's only for this weekend and we haven't had any activity in a month of sundays and aklshdkjhaskjdad ;;]]

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[all is going well in the dressing room- until well, all the lights go out, leaving the DR in pitch black darkness, without a single speck of light to be seen]

[a muffled voice can be heard]
---what happened to all the lights?

[thud, crash] Oh, no---



[ooc: Okay, so I basically ganked this idea from the RP anon meme. Everyone posts under anon ICLY running around trying to figure out where they are and who they're talking too(aka using journal names or any terms they've used to dub the alternates--chibi Hiruma, Bat!Hiruma, that sort of thing). And yes, trying to mindfuck everyone into thinking you're someone else(i.e Hiruma could pretend to be Mamori and scare all the little Senas) is perfectly acceptable- however, it must be IC in the way you do it. This little game is just for this post xD SO GO CRAZY ANYONE. and uh, any questions, just ask in the ooc community.]
why yes i said chainsaw

blah.

[Another Hiruma has appeared. This one is taller, however, and in his early 30's. Whether that shows or not is in the eye of the beholder, really. He looks around for a moment, a displeased expression on his face. He stuffs his hands in his pockets and spits on the ground.]

Che. Watta striking fuckin' difference from before.


(OOC: I remember an Ed telling me this shouldn't be done, some months ago. Maybe she's right, but I thought since this place is so damn quiet, I might as well throw him in here in case anyone dares to talk to him.)

Objection!

Do you remember me, Mr. Don?  If you forgot, then I will make you remember no matter what. My name is Yamato Takeru! Two years ago, in America you made me disappear from the American football world. I was the man called Eyeshield 21.


I've come back in order to take my reve -...

Huh?

Where am I?

fierce, longing

<3

...Koutarou.
There's something I've been meaning to mention. The other day, our shoulders happened to brush -- and as I gazed into your eyes, it suddenly struck me that our rhythms are quite complementary.

[OOC: Note the romantic music. :D]