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When: 19th
Rating: TBC
Characters: You!
Summary: A shindig at the beach for the best navigator in Starfleet.
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[ OOC: Feel free to assume your character has received an invite to the party via their inbox or word of mouth for Chekov's birthday! Everyone is welcome ~~except you, Khan~~ and presents are mandatory for the Enterprise's young navigator. Please tag under either section to keep the party somewhat ordered, and have fun! ]

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[Ginny loves the beach, this is where she likes to go flying if she isn't on the pitch, and she loves spending time with her friends. She's spent most of her afternoon in and out of the water and despite her best efforts, Miss Weasley is obviously sunburned in her yellow bikini. But it's all for fun and frolicking!

And her gift of a self-inking quill is neatly wrapped and been set on the table.

But yes. Beach adventures. Maybe she's climbing rocks or rolling through the waves or eating her sixth serving of barbecue. Come say hi (since she's going to peace out for moonrise and check on a friend, most likely).]

Edited 2013-09-19 00:32 (UTC)

You're going to melt your skin off at this rate.

[ ah, yes, standard mccoy greeting, is it not? ]

Did you even bother to put on sunblock?

[Ginny looks up from where she was scrabbling in the shallows for shells at the sound of his voice then straightens when she sees who it is, hair damp and windblown and probably with bits of sand in it as well. She's beaming, despite the reddish tint to her cheeks and nose, her shoulders, and it's probably going to hurt tomorrow but it's obviously not put a damper on her enjoyment of the party right now.]

Hi, Dr McCoy. [And she extends the blue seashell as a peace offering.] I, erm... Yes?

[SHE ACTUALLY DID.]

[ he takes the blue seashell, but keeps on glaring at her, anyway. very dubious answer, ms. weasley. ]

Obviously not enough. You're pinker than Jim, and I didn't even know that was possible.

I'm ginger, I'll be pinker than anyone. You should've seen me and my family in Cairo.

[She grins at him, hands on her hips.]

How are you?

Fine enough.

[ as grumpy as ever, but yes, fine enough. ]

If you see Jim shoving seaweed down his throat for one reason or another that I probably wouldn't want to know, call for me. He's allergic. I'll be over there [ waves at some general direction in the sand ] basking in my sun or something. You overgrown children move about faster than I can keep up.

[She looks bewildered for a second before he explains why he's saying it at all, then Ginny rolls her eyes.]

Just because Jim's an overgrown child doesn't mean I am. [Ginny, pls.] And how do you know he's allergic to seaweed? Has he gone and rolled in it?

_{( sulu finds her on the rocks, climbing up after her and stopping a few feet away. he's taken to the beach readily, shirtless and fresh out of the ocean. the sea air seems to agree with him, and he grins. )}

I was thinking of diving, from up here.

Well, hello.

[He may stop a few feet away but that doesn't stop her from scrambling down a few to give him a hug in greeting, grinning back, looking out to the water at his words with an arm slung around him.]

I was thinking the same. What d'you reckon? How many people are we scaring to death if we go for it?

Well, that's the challenge, isn't it? _{( his tone is solemn, but there's a light in his eyes. he definitely wants to drown spock's sandcastles. )}

Don't think I haven't scouted the area. [She gestures with her free arm to the little drop into the water.] Clear landing. Just enough room to be a little fancy.