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

[hypnosymphony]

[ With the pace they're going, it takes them a little while to get to their destination. Once they are at Shade's house, though, he doesn't bother attempting to pick the lock on the door; instead, he simply uses the same window he did last time to get inside.

A moment later, he's opening the door so Shade can get in. ]

[gevurah]

[ "Can you move?"

Is she the only one who came out in a smaller form? She glances back at the water and doesn't see anything else coming out from it. Hopefully no one got pulled too far out or underwater.

She makes a call herself for the people who haven't been transformed, but it also comes out as an aggressive, wild bark. She stops immediately.

"I don't think they can understand us." ]

[centralsgreatest]

[ "It was easier in the water." He moves with a sort of undulating motion that doesn't look particularly efficient. Maybe he just needs to figure out how whatever-the-heck-he-is move.

"So what the heck are we supposed to do then?" ]

[dragonlordbight]

Don't be, it looks like your form came with some instincts of its own.

[He can't help but give a chuckle at that, it would take a good deal more than that to knock him over. Giving reassuring pat to atop the tiger's head.]

I don't believe we had the chance of being properly introduced, I am Hogan Bight, Lord Governor of Sanction, although Bight will do, the latter appears to mean little here.

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[turbo_boost]

[ KITT didn't come to swim - nothing on Earth, any Earth, could convince him that swimming outdoors in winter was anything but a terrible idea. However, watching was something entirely different, and after some thinking he managed to justify his presence by bringing a first aid kit.

However, at a point between 'arriving' and 'being there just to watch', he had somehow become the person passing thermos of hot chocolate around. Surprisingly enough, so far he has managed to avoid talking about the dangers of hypothermia every time he hands one. ]

[redlooksgood]

You speak barnyard?

[What the hell, stranger powers were out there, and in this case his ability would be entirely needed]

Okay, lets figure out which ones are our people and which ones are random tourist animals.

[dragonlordbight]

Among others.

[He cast a wry smile across to her at that before nodding and taking on a slightly more serious look.]

Indeed, the tiger there is one of ours at the very least. The rest I'd wager as well.

[gevurah]

[ "I..." she falters, trying to find the words. "God, I don't know. Has this ever happened before?" ]

[redlooksgood]

Ready and willing.

[And with that she takes off her trench because Rick need a preview. Her free hand reached out for his hot drink.]

[waiting]

[ He looks down at himself, muzzle peeling back to expose long teeth. On a human, it would be a grimace; on a bear, it makes him look ready to bite someone's face off.

"Bradbury." In other words, the one who organized the whole thing. The one who's... probably going to have to figure out what the fuck just happened, not that he has any clue where to start. He doesn't shrink back when the tiger leans forward, doing some sniffing of his own, even if all it does is set off every flight or fight instinct he has. His brain says one thing, but his body says another. ]

Mind if I have Bight duck in here?

[dragonlordbight]

[It took a moment for him to get over to them but the reply did come as Bight stepped over toward the two who had called, he'd understood them perfectly.]

Most can't, I however, can. My apologies for the delay, chaos still abounds.

[He comments with a wry look to the others about before looking to the two at hand.]

Remaining calm would be a start, I've not seen such an occurrence in my time here, however I have known of magic that has the ability to shift ones form back home.

[waiting]

[ It's a good thing, too, because he nearly drops it when she takes it off, and his eyes -- he's just a guy, okay? -- automatically drop to give her the once-over, though he laughs it off, letting her take the cup.

She'll probably be disappointed to find out it's just regular hot chocolate. ]

You weren't kidding about the two-piece, huh?

[foreshadower]

[ At the very least, he's opening the door for him, so he saunters right in, like this is no thing. It's absolutely nothing for him to walk into his own home as a fox.

He even holds his tail relatively high, strolling right on in, heating straight for his own kitchen like it's the most important thing to him.

Unfortunately, and not surprisingly, once he's in there, he has to stare up at his cupboards in dismay. ]

[acclimatized]

[ john can see you loitering over there, bradbury. he turned up just like he said he would, dressed more suitably for the weather than the people participating, in a hideous christmas jumper and large coat. ]

Hey.

[acclimatized]

[ john is hanging around on the edge of the pier after talking to bradbury and sipping from his tea. he has no intention of swimming with the rest of the people who gathered here today. he's just here to provide moral support – or take the piss out of the man who organized all this. ]

Getting cold feet?

[gevurah]

[ The voice registers immediately and she turns to face John, surprised to see him here. She's grateful it's been weeks since their first run-in, giving her leg time to heal up so she no longer requires bandages. That's the last thing she wants John to notice upon their first unmasked face-to-face meeting. ]

Checking for hazardous waste. [ She jokes. ]

[waiting]

Hey yourself.

[ the pensive expression on his face breaks when he sees john, and he has a grin and a wave to spare for the other man. ]

Aren't you overdressed?

[waiting]

[ He notices her when she arrives -- she's hard to miss -- but can't seem to decide on whether or not to approach. Eventually, with a conciliatory cup of hot chocolate, he makes his way over, offering it to her. ]

Glad you made it. [ He'd almost thought she wouldn't, in short. ]

[wild_roar]

[He's still got his coat and scarf on - and hat and mask - and is looking at her like she's already beaten the rest of them to crazytown]

Are you really going to swim, too? In that?

[wild_roar]

[The fur along his back bristles. Wet Tiger not happy. "Bradbury!" comes out in a roar. "What did you do? How did we get like this?"

His posture isn't one of attack, just irritation, but he can't help but show his teeth and claws at that.]

[wild_roar]

[Ooooh scritches. He likes those, and almost unashamedly butts his head against that hand to get more.

"Bight? Okay, I'll remember. I'm...I'm..." His head wags a little, as he tries to decide how to explain. Do secret identities matter when you're an actual tiger? But the spectators did see Wild Tiger show up, not Kotetsu Kaburagi. After some uncertain snorting and grumbling, he comes up with a compromise. "My civilian name is Kotetsu, but if you have to refer to me to anyone, just say Tiger...or...or...Toratetsu."

He didn't feel like explaining the bad name pun just now. Maybe later, if he got out of this safely with his dignity and secret identity intact.]

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[doubleoohbaby]

[James has almost resigned himself to the fact weird shit happens in this place. Between previously having been a dog, a child, and various versions of himself, he's become a bit of a dab hand at unexpected transformations.

The initial tug under had naturally been somewhat of a shock, granted but by the time people are hauling their various furry asses to land, James can't help feeling a sense of stupidity at honestly thinking that this would just be an innocent bit of fun. He's usually so good at sensing traps like this. Still, after the initial self assessment of 'what the fuck, i am warm, huge and covered in fur', James takes his time splashing around in the sea, testing out powerful and oversize paws to propel himself through the waves.

He's one of the last to lumber back to land, shaking himself off with a lack of coordination and slumping back on his haunches forlornly and staring at the chaos of furriness. Sigh :|]

[doubleoohbaby]

[Oh, a fellow bear. Clearly it must be someone awesome and ruggedly handsome, like himself.

Having hauled his furry butt out of the sea (after some play time with this huge but oddly streamlined and aquatic form), James lumbers over to the other big dude with a grunt of greeting that really doesn't sound all that dissimilar to James' normal form of communication.]

[aggressiveapathy]

[The snarl is somewhat muted for April, whose entire auditory experience is momentarily filled with raccoons hissing and flying into a frenzy all around her as certain natural predators suddenly start emerging from that water. She lets out a loud oomph as one particularly unhappy raccoon scrambles up and over her, knocking the phone she'd been holding up to record the proceedings out of her hands.]

Hey. Stupids. Chill.

[gevurah]

[ In spite of their previous run-in, Kate did come here to have some fun in the midst of all the stress in her life right now. She doesn't hold anything against Bradbury, honestly... it's just she hasn't figured out where she stands in all this herself. ]

Wouldn't want to miss this. [ A pause as she takes the cup. ] Thanks.