date 1 - beach group a

[snackcakeordeath]

🍰 You're here at the beach🏖️ with some of the people YOU rated the 🔥hottest🔥 in town, so get ready for your chance to make a summer memory that'll last forever☀️!

🍰 It's up to you to create the 💖best date ever💖. Pick your special someone or someones and find an activity to really wow 'em!

🍰 If sun and surf🏄 doesn't float their boat, then make your move during that gorgeous sunset, or around a bonfire in the evening--timing and activities🦈 are up to you.

🍰 You'll need a public thread with all of your teammates where at least 1 thing is done as a group👫👬. Feel free to have any number of additional threads, public or private, with individual or groups of teammates; the extra effort should pay off with both your datemates and your hosts. Assume that everyone has opportunities to be 💑alone👩‍❤️‍👩🏽 with each other person.

🍰 At the end of the dates💕, you'll play Marry💍/Kiss💋/Kill☠️ on your datemates. Rate your dates✌️🖕 and you're free to go--but remember, they'll be rating you, too😨🤞. Hopefully you pulled out all the stops for all your dates!😎⚰️

🍰 Need some activity suggestions?
+ Swimming, snorkeling, or surfing🏄
+ Kite flying, beach volleyball, or burying someone into a sand castle🐚
+ Scary stories, sparklers, or s'mores over the bonfire🎆
+ Don't forget suntan lotion, you wouldn't want your poor datemates to burn!👒

🍰 At the end of the day, vote here.

Comments

[afailedmurder]

[Folds up his shirt neatly and puts it on a chair before wading into the water.]

First things first — can you float?

[clocked_out]

[Dave leaves both his shirt and shades on. His eyes kind of skitter and lock on to Akechi's face.]

Like, on my back? Probably, but only because I'm pretty sure that's science. Humans just be as buoyant as empty Dorito bags.

[afailedmurder]

Exactly. That's why we'll start with the elementary backstroke.

[Goes in further, until he's deep enough to lean back and float.]

It's not flashy, but it won't wear you out, either.

[clocked_out]

[Dave moves to copy him. It's awkward and it ain't cute but he manages, and glances over at Akechi for further direction.]

[afailedmurder]

Arms out, legs out.

[Demonstrates!]

And then snap them back together. Like so!

[off he goes]

[clocked_out]

[Dave manages to make a very ephemeral water angel, snorting at himself. His next attempt gets him a little bit more momentum.

Are you positive I should be going for a 'snap' here?

[afailedmurder]

[Switches to treading water so he can see better.]

Hmm, maybe more like a whip? It's a rest stroke as well, so you make one explosive motion, and then just float along until you feel like doing it again.

[clocked_out]

[Dave tries another couple strokes more successfully and then cranes his neck up a bit to look at him.]

We're you on the sport team version of this? Or is the meticulous technical detail just your natural type-a way of imparting knowledge?

[afailedmurder]

[Paddles on over.]

The latter. Is that so unusual?

[clocked_out]

Probably. Sorry, I wans't trying to be an asshole; It's not a bad quirk. I also use a lot of words to say things, but it's mostly a bunch of useless horseshit.

[afailedmurder]

You're fine. I'm not offended. It's a cultural difference, I think; we Japanese can only put a fine point on the things that we send anonymously through the internet.

It's a little refreshing, actually. Most people I meet simply pretend to be impressed.

[clocked_out]

How do you know they're pretending?

[afailedmurder]

I'm something of a minor celebrity back home. Nobody actually means anything that they say to me.

[clocked_out]

You singer, too?

[afailedmurder]

A detective.

[clocked_out]

[Well the only detective he knows is Jane, so.]

Cute. I mean, cool. How'd you get into it?

[afailedmurder]

I solved some crimes that were giving the police trouble. After the first few, they really had no choice but to take me seriously.

[clocked_out]

[Chuckles.]

If that ain't precocious as fuck.

[afailedmurder]

Of course. I wanted people to notice me.

[clocked_out]

Oh yeah?

[Prompting.]

[afailedmurder]

There are two versions of this story. One is nice and TV-friendly. The other is a real mood-killer. Which would you prefer?

[clocked_out]

You can give me the mood-killer, I'm good for it. I'm pretty much already as bummed out as possible about being kidnapped by a snack goods empire for a teen drama reality show.

[afailedmurder]

A child who doesn't have parents may as well not exist in the eyes of those around them. And my parents... well, they were content to die and kill respectively just to be rid of me. One ends up with something of a complex.

[clocked_out]

Fuck guardians sometimes, honestly.

[afailedmurder]

You're not wrong... but neither were my parents, in all honesty. I'm a pretty shitty kid.

[Rolls onto his back, floating and sulking his little heart out.]