RP: YSS Eucharis [Mission 27, Part 2] Night on the Beach (YE 39)

Beach

Pacing back in from the prevailing dark, Tsuguka's reflective green eyes were visible far sooner than the rest of her crimson-turned-purple body.

Turning around in a circle three times, they then bundled up in acquaintance of the group by the fire, knees grasped under muscular arms until they met her wet hair locks. Unflinching gaze met with Mehitabel next to her, entirely unblinking.

Where had they been? Did they know that a possibly lewd game was about to start?

Tsuguka just opened her mouth, bearing ample fangs, and let out a low, cat-like 'roooaawwww~'.

...

Then looked at the fire, like something was seriously concerning about it.

Water

Natsumi swam around for a bit longer, enjoying the warm yet coolness of it surrounding her body. She dove under, swam, surfaced, let the gentle current push her along a little, then swam back to the beach to rejoin the others and get into the games.


Beach

Dripping wet, Natsumi rejoined the others at the circle, water running down her in thick drops and rivulets, her white hair pasted to the sides of her face and her back. She pushed the hair away and found herself a towel and unfolded it to use as a blanket to sit on and avoid getting sand in places she did not want it going.

"The water is very nice" She grinned and stretched herself out comfortably. "So, are we playing Truth or Dare?" she asked with a broad grin.

Beach, Bar

Candon was hesitant to drink from the glass after the show. It was a completely unexpected display of having too much time invested in pouring drinks that left him a little stunned.

"Arigatō gozaimashita," he thanked Ramiro. With the potential of spankings on the horizon Candon appreciated the drink more than just as a simple refreshment, it was the key to him not being a Human Resources guy at a party... but as a responsible gun owner and soldier he'd made sure that the flame thrower was disabled and locked, just in case things got out of hand.

He picked up a towel to sit on as he made his way to the fire again.

Water

Takao stayed a few moments longer than Natsumi before leisurely swimming to the coast line and slowly walking out while running a finger through his hair to keep it roughly in the look it was in before he went into the water.

Beach

Taking a small moment to get a towel and unfurl it next to the fire, Takao floated off his feet and sat down next to the fire. He was going to let the fire naturally evaporate the water on his skin but didn't want sand getting everywhere, which would inevitably probably happen anyway but the avoidance could be attempted at least. He looked to Masumi and then to Freyja, not completely hearing the dare but hearing enough to understand where this was going.

This should be fun.

Beach

Wazu would set the drink he had made for Hanako down and take a seat nearby. It certainly seemed as if the main event was about to start.

Beach

Freyja's eyes lit up while she listened to the full dare. She was in a playful mood. "Hmm..." The naked Neko said, climbing to her feet. She walked around the campfire, looking at each person gathered thoughtfully. The possibilities ran through her mind. She had been given a chance to either try to "win back" the Shôshô, which she interpreted as "make out", or get spanked by her. Her decision was to let Hanako choose.

The blue girl stopped in front of Hanako, looking at her shyly. "Shôshô, would.. would you like to spank me, or would you prefer... if I pretend you just broke up with me?" She said, loud enough to be heard by everyone around the campfire.

(@Wes)

Beach, Bar, and Firepit

Tan Ann Pan meandered toward the fire, or at least as much as one could meander while moving in a straight line. It was easy to hear everyone else gathering, and easier still to find her seat in front of Ramiro within the circle, but her hearing was focused enough on locating things that in the end, she didn't spare much attention to listening to what everyone else was saying.

It wasn't her turn already, at least, so it wasn't a problem as she finally tuned in and started listening intently. One of her crewmates seemed to be in the process of daring her captain, so Tan tilted her head, and smiled expectantly in a neutral, reserved fashion.

Fire Pit

Jax shifted uncomfortably. Masumi had dared Freyja to do WHAT?! He'd been expecting something like "swim to the coral reef and back"! Was this how Yamataians played a simple game of truth or dare? Normally, the crazy dares involving making out and such didn't come 'til later. If this was considered "tame", he was scared to see what came down the line. None the less, he was already here. No backing out now.

Ah, but at least Tsuguka was back. He wouldn't mind being dared to play "Seven Minutes in Heaven" with her, he thought with a small grin. He'd cleaned himself up, and now was fully prepared to make up for his earlier gaffe. Although, he did notice that she was acting even more odd than usual. She was doing that cat thing where she stared at a random point for hours on end. Kind of worrying. He debated whether or not to say anything. Was this because of him?

<Hey, Tiger, everything alright...?> he asked telepathically.

Beach, Fire Pit

Toyoe unlocked her head from it's position for a moment in order to glance over to Jax. Their triangular black ears twitched reflexively, despite no audible message being sent. Other than that, through, they remained completely silent, mask unchanging from it's standard expression of mild distaste...

If they were trying to express something, it really didn't get through.

Attention turned back to the group, lower face set completely within their knees now. Odd to see them so hunched over.

With the free right hand, a small stone was digging out a little trench, clutched absent mindedly like a paint brush...

It was Freyja and Shosho Hanako they were looking at, in particular. Totally focused on absorbing their emotions, but hiding her own?... Maybe not even feeling her own?...

Research. She was researching them, before deciding on what move to make herself. It was the most Tsuguka of skills.

Beach Camp

Hanako rolled her lips back and forth against each other and hummed an "Mmm," sound. "I have actually never spanked someone before; I have always been the receiver. In the distant past of course." She finished her wine glass and shimmied over to the exotic-colored, fully nude Freya. "Please get on your knees, and put your bottom in the air," she commanded. When Freya did so, Hanako took a glance at the faces of the other crew members looking on. The position seemed rather lewd and Hanako decided not to draw it out longer than she had to. She gave Freya several moderate smacks, firm enough to send the flesh jiggling, and then announced "Done! Hmm...I feel like this was more of a dare for me than for Freya," she pointed out. "Perhaps we should have a rule that only once person should be affected."

She then moved to the bar turned in the wine glass, and thanked Wazu for the Pina Colada, which she brought back to the campfire and started on.

Beach Party

"Likewise, I'm sure. I believe I was six years old the last time," Tan Ann Pan contributed. She realized, belatedly, that she'd missed a chance to take photographs that some others she'd met would have killed for, and immediately decided not to regret it. When she discovered the dare hadn't been for Hanako, after all, she nodded in understanding, and tried not to laugh, though a grin did sneak out. "Hmm, yes; safer that way!"

She turned toward the rest of the crowd, away from the scene that had just transpired, with an alert, but more closed posture, hands over her knees where she sat.

Beach Camp

The blue Infantry Neko was on her knees before Hanako could blink. She wore a shy smile and a twinkle in her eyes. While her position may have been lewd, her moaning when Hanako smacked her butt was even lewder. This was more of a wish fulfillment for Freyja than a dare. Her butt was a little darker blue where the Shosho's hand had been.

Freyja slowly stood up and then bowed to Hanako. Her lips curled up in a blissful smile, eyes slightly glazed. "Arigatou, Shosho-sensei!" She said happily. All thoughts of Junko were forgotten. She walked over to Masumi, plopped down beside her, and gave her a big hug. Then, she moved over to give Masumi some space. The science Neko seemed to enjoy solitude and she didn't want to bother her.

Hanako's World
Beach

Shivering a little from the feelings lingering from that hug, Masumi's eyebrows were forced nearly together in the center as she fought to decide how she felt about the touch. She didn't know if she even wanted to think about it, so she coughed a little and pressed her palms into the sand and pushed herself up and to the side, a little bit away from Freyja.

She didn't know why the blue Neko had hugged her nor why she was scooting away from Masumi, but she was willing to give Freyja personal space if she needed it. Freyja's politeness had gone unnoticed and Oshiro Masumi simply thought to herself that it was Freyja that needed the space.

She then felt a little tense at realizing her dare had gone against what was sensical to the Shosho. Her eyes widened as she stared intently at the fire in obvious duress.

Bar

As Ramiro watched the scene in front of him play out he let out a low, barely audible groan.

"I'm gonna need another drink if this is the direction that this is going." Looking at the glass in front of him, he pounded the entire drink in one gulp before slamming the glass down on the table and reaching down for a beer. Popping the top off, he took one long swig from the bottle.

Beach Fire

Takao looked towards the bar at Ramiro's comment and grinned, "Hey, could you spot me a beer as well?" He looked back to the fire then looked around at all the people around it. He then openly spoke once his head returned to look to the fire for the moment,

"So, who's going next?" He looked around the group once more, "Be a shame to waist the wonderful opportunity now wouldn't it?"

With his attempt to break the ice sent, he looked back at the bar to see if he was going to get spotted that beer, or else have a response at the very least.

Beach Camp, Fire Pit

Watching Hanako act so completely honest and lewd had a visual effect on Tsuguka's mind, causing her to close her eyes and bury her face in her knees. It was like a rusty set of cogs in her brain had finally become unstuck after all these years, bringing her to a new way of thinking that she never expected; People didn't just have two personalities, the inside and the outside. They had several, maybe dozens, depending on the situation.

But what and who exactly was this Hanako Ketsurui that they were seeing tonight? Could this have been a glimpse of the face that was used to comfort Taisho Yui herself? The spanking had still agreed to the correct layers of command, but... Was everyone else really this way? Was it just nekovalkyrja? Was there something in those original PNUgen designs that still subsists today?

Before the crimson neko knew it, she was standing up, back hunched, arms plank straight at her sides. Technically speaking, they were next in sequence.

"Nito-Hei Freyja... Dare me!" Research! Tsuguka learned by butting her head against the situation, and tonight was no different. They looked like they were assaulting this game as a personal challenge. "I am ready!"

She didn't want to be afraid. Not one glimpse of it. She wanted to butt heads with Jax... Then she'd know if it was right or wrong, for sure.

Beach Camp

Freyja blinked a few times. She just sat there in stunned silence. When she finally realized this was actually happening she giggled. Ideas were beginning to form in her digital brain. She had to make this good, it might be her only chance to see a different side of the stoic red soldier. "Hmm, a dare for Tsuguka-heisho.." Green eyes narrowed as she looked around the fire at everyone, examining their expressions.

Then she remembered Hanako's suggestion that only one person be affected. That limited the possibilities but she thought she might have something. "I dare you to sing "Neko Love" dressed in kawaii fashion!" Freyja shouted, pointing at Tsuguka.

Beach Camp

"Erm... Is that a pop song?" A confused expression, though her body was still frozen in anticipation for immediate action. "Is it on the karaoke machine's database?"

Also, there it was, somebody implying she wasn't already kawaii again... What was the leopard-tailed cerulean neko's idea of cute, anyway? Volumetrics fizzled as they tried to figure out what this meant visually, cycling through a couple of exceedingly formal collared shirts and skirts. Their backlog of stored outfits. Eventually they found what could only be described as dark teal dungaree-bloomers with ruby red stockings...

Then Tsuguka just gazed back up at Freyja, wide eyed and poe-faced, like someone who's internally just realized they left the oven on.

They had literally no idea what they were doing.

Camp Fire

For the past few moments, Jax had just sort of averted his eyes from the awkwardness, and fiddled with his tail. But his attention was brought back to the campfire to see Tsuguka trying to dress "kawaii". Tsuguka was already kawaii, in her own way. Sort of like... an angry kitten. Sure, it's about to rip your face off, but you can't help but coo in the meantime. However, there was clearly a difference between being kawaii, and dressing kawaii.

So, to help alleviate the building awkwardness, Jax opened a telepathic channel and sent Tsuguka a... suggestion. There was no denying that it was probably more wishful thinking than helpful guidance...

...She was probably going to slap him. Then kick him where the sun don't shine. Then toss him into a lion pit wearing nothing but a meat-poncho.

Totally worth it.

<Hey,> Jax whispered telepathically in a nervous stammer. He looked at her, then away to hide his sheepish grin, as well as his laughter. <I think this is what Freyja means...>

He had to bite his cheek to prevent himself from rolling on the floor in laughter. Tsuguka in a school girl outfit. Greatest idea ever!

Camp Fire

-"Are... Are you sure, Jax-Heisho?"- The transmission was confused, carefully paced. -"The entertainment I've seen with that kind of uniform was... less than endearing."-

What kind of shows was the cat boy watching?...