wade into the water with me, wash my body down

[waiting]

WHO: Rick Bradbeary Bradbury and all you poor fucks who signed up for this or anyone who wants to gatecrash!
WHERE: Coney Island Boardwalk and around the City!
WHEN: December 29, 1PM until January 1st, midnight.
WARNINGS: Naked people, animals, probably a lot of cursing.
SUMMARY: It's all fun and games until someone turns into a polar bear.
FORMAT: Poster's choice!

this post is meant to cover the day of the swim itself and subsequent days after! there will be threads for the swimming/mingling; feel free to start closed/open threads for the following days, or start logs on the main comm, whatever floats your boat! indicate if threads are closed or open and i'll keep them organized on the main post. o/

REFERENCES
OOC PLANNING POST | F. A. Q. AND GUIDELINES

PRE-SWIMMING
Bradbury | Kate | The Shade
"Wild Tiger" | Rikku | Feferi
KITT

IN THE WATER
Bradbury

ON THE SHORE
Bradbury | Kate | The Shade
Jane Vasko | Roy Harper | Spike
James Bond | Bight

Comments

[waiting]

Who knows? Maybe she likes celebrities. [ He shrugs. ]

Though you'd think she could've brought some of the big heroes in while she was at it. I mean, come on. Where's Batman when you need him?

[gevurah]

[ Hahaha. ]

I wouldn't call Nygma or Poison Ivy a celebrity. [ Nygma might be the most visibly "sane" of the bunch, but she knows how it goes with those Arkhamites; they snap eventually. Dent did, Nygma could someday, too. ]

[waiting]

[ Ugh, Poison Ivy. Considering he indirectly owes his recent death to her poisoning him, that's one Gothamite he's in no hurry to encounter again. ]

Right. [ And that's all he'll say on that. His opinions about the Deputy Mayor... well, he figures they're not a secret, but he didn't come out here to talk about the job. In fact, he came here to get away from it. ]

So. New Year's resolutions?

[gevurah]

[ He had gotten under her skin again in Venezuela. After Dent, Nygma was pretty good at doing that. It's too bad she couldn't sock him again like she did a long time ago. ]

Hm, I hadn't really thought of any this time.

[ She pauses to think. ]

Stay away from insane people. I think that works.

[waiting]

[ "Great," he huffs. He almost reaches out to punch Kotetsu in the shoulder, only to pause when he sees his own blunt, wicked-looking claws.

"We probably look like we got out of a zoo. Maybe we should get out of here before someone calls them in."

[wild_roar]

[Oh that isn't a very pleasant thought. Getting rounded up by cops, maybe even tranquilized? It's enough to make a tiger's fur bristle. But then Kotetsu spots Bight near the shoreline, recognizing him from earlier.

"Huh. I think that guy might be one of us - I mean Imports. Maybe he knows something." He looks back and forth between Bradbury and the others around the area. "I think I'm gonna sniff around, just in case."]

[redlooksgood]

[She fakes a pout before taking another drink of his hot chocolate. Really, what an old man]

I should do your shopping. Not that it's my favorite thing, but even I can do better than that.

[redlooksgood]

[She can only raise an eyebrow at him]

I don't make public speeches.

[Jane emphasizes this by walking back into the water to try and gather any stragglers]

[dragonlordbight]

[He gives her an amused look at that.]

I'll talk with them then, being a Lord Governor does give one some experience in the matters.

[With that he steps over to the crowd, talking with the gathered people briefly before he turned away and strode easily back towards the waters edge, the crowd soon dispersing for the most part.]

[waiting]

That shouldn't be a resolution, that should be a fucking motto. [ He makes a face as he says it. But really, neither of them want to discuss crazy people, do they? ]

Either way, sounds like a good plan to me.

[waiting]

[ Hey, he's got no objections against going shirtless, normally. But there are just some things he's a little self-conscious of, at the moment.

Scars from dying being one of 'em. ]

Oh, come on, it's not that bad.

[waiting]

[ It's almost a tempting idea, but Bradbury shakes his head as firmly as he can.

"No fucking way." A beat. "So, how are you getting home?" ]

[waiting]

[ Fucking great. Bradbury doesn't say that out loud, but even as an animal, the way one paw drapes over his face in a vain attempt to pretend that none of this is happening is hard to miss.

"Guess that means I better get comfortable shitting in the woods for now," he quipped, then sighed. Humor probably wasn't the best way to deal with the situation.

"I'd offer to help, but I don't think there's much I can do like this, so..." ]

[acclimatized]

It's going to be pretty cold in there.

[acclimatized]

I was about to ask you the same thing.

[ john lifts his eyebrows at bradbury. ]

Are you going swimming today, or are you just masquerading as a nineteen-fifties detective?

[acclimatized]

[ the legs are definitely a nice pull and his eyes do flicker down there for a moment, but it's obvious his attention is fixed elsewhere. typical john watson. but he is wracking his brain trying to remember where he's heard her voice before and raises his finger. ]

We've talked before, haven't we?

[necronomicod]

It sure is! It'll be even worse once you get down below where the sun can reach! But you get used to it pretty fast.

[shotup]

[How is this his life? Fuck everything. "Not to mention I'll be dead. A fucking dead, obese sea lion."]

[shotup]

["Then maybe it's something in the air." That could explain it, right?]

[gevurah]

[ She can tolerate wandering eyes only for a short amount of time before purposely leans in with her head first. "I'm up here," is what that gesture is saying. ]

Spoken to the D.O.I. yet? [ AKA: yes, we have. ]

[gevurah]

Have you spoken to Matt?

[gevurah]

[ It's hard to tell, honestly. She doesn't have a sixth sense for magic or the supernatural. This seems all too silly to be Vulcanus' handiwork, so it's possible the Porter did something.

Or Klarion?

She sniffs the air, her nose more sensitive to smells now.

"I'm not catching anything." ]

[shotup]

[Roy sniffs the air, too, grunting and snorting with his great black nose.

"I got nothing." It's not an easy admission, but it's better than lying. Sometimes, you just don't know.]

[redlooksgood]

[She looked him over once again]

Pantaloons. That's what they called those swimming outfits back in the day, right?

[gevurah]

[ "Now what?" she mutters, though it comes out as a low, gruff whine. She's trying to stay calm, but it's terrifying to be in a different body-- an animal's body. She didn't have any memories when she was turned into a kid a while back, so she didn't have that sense of panic.

"God... we smell." She finally realizes how dirty that water was after all. The scent is strong in her nostrils and she flinches. ]