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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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[logistical]

[Spock looks at him, attempting to recall if they've met or communicated, but nothing comes to mind.]

I am practicing. There is to be a competition, later.

[skintoskin]

Yeah? Cool.

[He runs his eyes over the sand castles.]

I'd say you've got 'em beat before you even start. This is fuckin' art.

[logistical]

Have you built many sandcastles?

[SLIGHT GLARE mind your language, little one.]

[skintoskin]

No. Don't live near a beach. At all. Is it hard?

[He sees the glare and raises you one eyebrow. Is this guy really going to worry about his swearing?]

[logistical]

[Spock has a bit of a Thing about propriety.]

With practice, nothing is hard.

[skintoskin]

[No shit? :)]

I guess, though you won't see me trying to fly a plane or anything.

Uh, got a bucket I can borrow?

[logistical]

[Silently, Spock hands him a bucket.]

[skintoskin]

[Neil silently accepts and tries to figure out where to start. He walks to the water, crouches down to let some in his bucket and returns to a space near Spock. He crouches again, pours the water onto the sand and starts pulling it into a pile. In a contest for artisitc merit, Spock has nothing to worry about.]

[logistical]

[Spock isn't really trying for something artistic, he just wants a castle that'll hold and look better than anything Janeway and Chakotay can come up with. He keeps soldiering on, occasionally glancing at Neil to see if he needs help.]

[skintoskin]

[Well, they'll have to work hard to beat Spock. As for Neil? He makes a sandcastle the shape of... the interior of the bucket. Then he finds a small stick and stabs the top of the 'castle'. He sits back on his heels and stares at his creation with a mixture of pride and disappointment.]