[EVENT] alegria bubbles

This summer would be different! So different.

Much had changed since ☆ Millicent Magdelana Hodgins ☆ had the occasion to partake in a summer festival. Last time she'd drowned during the surfing contest and washed up like a jellyfish. A flat, topless jellyfish. Not this time! She vowed it to herself silently just before she began her pestering campaign on her boyfriend to put his chef duties aside for a beach vacation.

These days, even in these dark days, the magical girl was taking time to enjoy things. Even though her twin was now safe and their enemy was dead, there was a war to worry about. Who knew when life as they knew it would end. Carpe diem and all that. The world might be a burning dumpster, but it was hard to see it from her loved-up rose-colored glasses sometimes. She wanted to enjoy all that being in love with Cillian would bring, because even if neither of them could really die, there were fates far worse than death.

As they arrived at Hargeon's sprawling beach, the blonde hesitated, though. Even as she stood there at the edge of the wooden walkway in her itty bitty rainbow bikini clutching a beach bag and a cat-shaped ring floatie, she suddenly had half a mind to turn around and drag her man back onto the train.

"There's so many people," she huffed. Yes, that was the point of festivals like this, as it was hard to have contests with no people, but... she liked the idea of people more than the actual practice. It wasn't the first time she'd made plans and then regretted them once she realized how much energy it would cost her.

"God, it's like there are more bodies than grains of sand!" Dela continued to grouse, glossy lips pulling into a pout. She knew that wasn't the case, but still. Where were they supposed to put down their towels and canoodle? Bro, she had a boytoy and planned to get at least a little handsy while he was in his beach bum fit. When was she ever not at least a little handsy? Dela was making up for lost time.

Though she didn't say it, it wasn't just crowding that paused her jelly-sandaled tootsies. Dela didn't talk about it much but... water. She hadn't attempted a pool or beach since Aberneel. Her exposed eye was fixed not on the festival goers, but the waves crashing beyond. Bathing was hard enough. Her arm tightened around the kitty ring.

Like the waves crashing over the brightly colored swimmers, her trepidation passed due to sheer force of will and determination. Despite the tube, she had zero (0) intention of touching the water with a single cell of her flesh. It was the beach life for this couple. Well, he could go in the water if he wanted, if he was willing to pay the pouty price.

"Alright!" she psyched herself up, squaring her petite shoulders and taking that first monumental step into the grit. It was a beautiful day! It was hot and the sky was clear and way bluer than the gross water! The snacks smelled delicious and the drinks would no-doubt hit the spot! There was so much to do and see, it'd be a fun memory to have with Cillian.

"We're making sand castles," she declared, heading to stake their claim on a nearby sandy gap near that particular event. A towel was put down with her bag flopped on top of it. "It's up to you whether we're building the best one anyone's ever seen together or if you want to lose to me."

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Like a good little boyfriend, he offered unwavering support and willingness to fetch the supplies, since she'd promptly flopped the short distance to her knees to begin what was likely intended to be blueprints, but looked more like some sort of insane summoning circle that would call nothing but an inbred, malformed soul intent on eating sand. It hadn't occurred to her that she should've signed up and fetched the approved tools to compete, but that's what Cillian was for!

As her fingers dug into the hot, dry sand with hyperfocused, unmedicated whimsy, she heard the splashing of liquid nearby. Too nearby. It jerked her from her castle planning with a jolt, as if someone had smacked her. The magical beach girl knew it was stupid, but she hadn't considered that they'd need water to make the sandcastle. Luckily for her, the lumbering dolt that was her lover fetched it from the wretched waves, but as he poured it into a little reservoir, she still gave it a nasty look. It wasn't like she was letting herself rot in her own filth and forego showers and handwashing, but her new phobia was still quite crippling. Her jaw clenched so tightly she thought her teeth would grind to dust, but she said nothing. It was no wonder she emerged from the bathroom each morning or night with a headache.

Okay, so maybe this had been a very poor idea, but like heck she'd back down now. Unbeknownst to her, she had a similar line of thinking as Cillian, just from the perspective of the victim herself. Aberneel had taken so much from her; her youth, her home, her time, very nearly her life. Her body freely displayed the dark tattoos using her magic for all those years left, the visible remnants of the taint still swirling in the corrupted soul crystal now contained in her covered eye. She wasn't fond of them, but there was nothing she could do. Embrace the angsty goth aesthetic or be miserable. Dela was tired of being miserable... unless it was over losing a game or something. The blonde spitfire would rather do a million covert missions or spend one hundred nights with the Lusty Titans than lose the joys of a summery beach.

Let's pretend she didn't "hate" outings, doing stuff, and crap like this before The Aberneel Incident[TM], mmkay? It was amazing what a drowning loop could do for one's appreciation of life's little things. She would not be thanking the top-hatted, soul-eating dickhead for that.

"We're going for a six-turreted model with a grand archway entrance, courtyard, stables, and triple-decker castle. It will be populated with the cutest kitten denizens anyone has ever laid their fugly eyes on. None of these turds will be able to hold a candle to ours. We will crush these f*ckers under the weight of our Kitty Kingdom," she clarified, grinning way too evilly for what the activity entailed. It was probably her still gritting her teeth, but whatever. Overcompensation was still compensation, and the Rune Knight had always been insanely competitive. Dela would successfully beach harder and better than anyone else today if it killed her... not that that held much weight. She'd be back, but still. It was a huge time sink and pretty inconvenient most of the time.

Like lightning, the bikinied babe crammed every castle-shaped bucket they had access to with sand, leaving them on the edge of the trench as if that was a normal thing to do. "Wet these for me," she said, 100% pretending they both didn't know why she wasn't doing it herself.

Also, Dela had never made a sand castle before. Ever.

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Rolling to determine outcome of sand castle contest. 1-2 we lose horribly, 3-4 we lose respectively, 5-6 we kick ass and steal candy from children.

The member 'Cillian duCrosse' has done the following action : Dice Rolls

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'Normal Dice' :

Of course, she (they) won. This was a sliver of her cosmic karma coming home. Dela had lived so much bad, that surely she was being tossed little meaty treats of good to try and balance her accursed scales. Winning when neither of them had built one before felt good. Very good. Also, she hadn't been carving little potato cats for over a hundred years for nothing, clearly she'd had the skill all along.

In the ensuing celebrations of her victory, she'd definitely told some other competitor to 'suck it' and may or may not have "accidentally" godzillaed a bratty child's entry in the name of the Kitty Kingdom (he'd insulted her kittizens) as they passed by. Ultimately, she sashayed off under the biggest-prize-of-all's arm with a catty cackle. What a menace.

"You should call me 'boss' more often. Good things happen when you do, babe," she commented as they made their way along the beach. One arm was slung around her boyfriend's waist, while the other idly fiddled with the blue ribbon and token.

The dopamine from winning waned so quickly, as it seemed to do lately. Not that she'd ever had the best relationship with happy chemicals, hence her lazy desires to lay, cram down junk food, and play a constantly rotating assortment of games until they all eventually felt gray and dull and nothing but the fur of her cats could give her the last bump to get to sleep. Flashes of happy were nice, but so fleeting. The more she tried to enjoy the moment, the harder she had to fight to keep it. It seemed it'd take more than sunshine and crushed shell to scrub the shadowy funk from the little blonde. The taint in her crystal was more than just inclusions in the gem that held her soul. The magical girl's rainbows weren't as bright as they used to be.

Even so, being with her lover did wonders for her outlook and mood. Perhaps winning was little more than a quick hit, but Cillian's supportive presence was better than any other distraction or entertainment. She gave his waist a squeeze. What did she wanna do next? Their minds had wandered over the same things. No water sports. Dela was far quicker to give up on finding another task to dominate. Perhaps they'd return to the blanket and dig into all the yummy things her chef had packed... or not.

Apparently, it was limbo time. Indeed, that did not involve water.

"Mmm, I do love seeing you be awful at things~" Especially things she was competitive about. Which was anything that had a win/loss ratio... as long as it wasn't too physical. Given her dancer's physique and flexibility and her ruefully flat chest, she just so happened to be a whiz at limbo.

However, while Cillian might not be her competition, a cute little thing with bouncy black pigtails and an equally flat chest might be. They scented each other out like two virginal queen bees in a colony, except at least one of them wasn't a virgin anymore. That's not important for this analogy.

"LINE UP!" an attendant called, starting some zany music and setting the bar as high as it would go. The queen bees eyes were still firmly locked. Dela adjusted her bikini top.

"I'm gonna destroy her," the magical girl declared under her breath, jutting her tush out toward her elderly mate. "Smack it for good luck."

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Right. Beer belly. If beer bestowed rock-hard abs. She patted them with affectionate consolation, offering him a quick kiss before it was her turn once again.

Cillian's dopy enjoyment and ultimate L aside-- not that she wasn't terribly endeared how such an old soul could be so blissfully, almost ignorantly happy after all he'd seen and endured-- Dela was in a death match with her limbo nemesis. One by one the other contestants met with failure, either similar to her lanky lover or by eating sand. Of course, the two unboobed shorties were left standing-- or bending, in this case-- so long that the two-person rotation was getting boring to watch aside from the freakish contorting going on that might offer some interesting glimpses of buttcheek. It was approaching body horror. Knees weren't supposed to bend like that. Feet weren't supposed to shuffle when they were at that angle. The laws of physics seemed to take a break as their backs were held mere inches from the sand and they inched their ways carefully forward, mindful of their back arching and sucking in their bellies. At some point, Dela had put her hair on top of her head so not even her flaxen locks would touch the sand, lest pigtails call for another rule challenge.

Then that b*tch Carole Baskin cheated.

All it took was a strategically tossed shell, a movement she caught out of the corner of her eye but was concentrating too hard on her body and the bar to pay much mind. The judges missed it as it landed just in front of Dela's barefoot while she painstakingly slid under an impossibly low bar like a possessed attic woman in a horror movie. The shell was one of those with the pointy little horns, so as she rotated her right foot forward, it stabbed into her tender tootsie, causing her to jolt up into the bar, twist her ankle, and thus collapse the whole three inches to the ground.

Now, Dela wasn't a sore loser, but she was a rage gamer. It was all GG until she'd been griefed. Hopefully, Cillian was ready to get his girl.

"YOU CHEESED ME, A**HOLE!" she roared, hopping up and favoring the afflicted ankle. She limped right at her rival, cute face pinched in pain and fury. "Couldn't beat me without a shell assist? What is this, Jario Cart? F*ckin' scrub!"

The smug girl denied the dirty move with a sh*teating grin and a shrug. "Delulu much? Sucks to suck," Pigtails hmphed.

The right thing was to go to the judges first and plead her case, but "delulu" Dela wasn't always known for doing things by the book. No, all she could think was pigtails begged to be used as handlebars, but not in the sexy way this time. There was no controller to throw, so hands would have to do.

It was that blood-boiling snooty laugh that anime girls did, hand in front of her mouth and all as she walked around Dela to claim her ill-gotten prize, that readied player one for the fighting game. In addition to her newfound phobia of water, Dela's temper was on a much shorter fuse recently. It had never been an extremely long fuse, but normally she was just foul-mouthy because fighting was too much effort. Not today! The magical girl grabbed those pigtails and gave them a hearty yank.

"Admit you cheated! Rematch, fair and square! You won't!"

In what was probably a hornier person's moist dream, the two bikinied girls ended up rolling around in the sand, yanking hair and slapping.


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"Hehehe~"

Not only did they walk away with both of their limbo participation tokens, but a blushing Dela had a blue ribbon for each boob. She'd proudly clipped one on each bikini patch, shaking them around as a jiggle physics substitute.

"Y'know," she began, swinging the hand that dwarfed hers between them happily, "I love that I can always count on you to be on my side. Babe, you're gonna make a brat outta me... but did you see how I owned her a**?" the blonde positively chirped, feeling much better about this whole beach experience. Perhaps it had been the perfect way to blow off her rather impressive build-up of steam. "I'm sure you're enormously turned on, but you'll have to contain yourself until we get back to your place..."

She did indeed own Pigtail's a**, both in the fight and the rematch. Though they were both scratched up with busted noses and lips and what would surely bloom into beautiful black eyes, both girls gave their all in the sand, fair and square this time. They'd both contorted and flattened while still moving more than any human should be capable of, but Dela's impeccable balance ability to seemingly collapse her torso won the day! Judges were watching them, the sand, the audience, and especially Cillian the whole time. They'd even recruited extra judges just for the occasion, which in hindsight, was just funny. It was a beach limbo contest. It wasn't that deep or dramatic like the Grand Magic Games. They could've also told Cillian and Dela 'sucks to suck' like Pigtail's mistakenly had and had them removed, but they chose to honor the spirit of the game... or maybe just got carried away. Dela could appreciate it, but it was a little silly... except that she'd won in the end with a "GG EZ" and some rather lewd celebrations, telling the girl what she could suck and waggling her clapping cheeks and drumming on them with her middle fingers. No one could go as low as ☆ Millicent Magdelana Hodgins ☆!

"Oooh! Or a changing tent! I think there's one over there!"

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