Yukino’s Beach Summer Swim event
Date: 2026-05-23 18:02
(Yukino’s Beach Summer Swim event)
[Sat May 23 2026]
At New Haven Beach Cabanas/span
Three elegant beach cabanas sit in a row on the sand, each crafted from
smooth, sun-bleached wood with flowing white cloth panels that flutter
gently in the sea breeze. The fabric is tied at each corner in soft folds,
giving the cabanas a breezy, spa-like atmosphere that blends luxury with
coastal ease. Just beyond them lies an uninterrupted stretch of golden beach
leading straight to the endless blue ocean, where the waves roll in with a
rhythmic calm. At night, lanterns and candles are lit to provide a soft glow.
A neat line of pristine white lounge chairs and matching umbrellas sits
nearby, each arranged to face the water in perfect symmetry. Tanned,
muscular beach boys assist guests with setting up chairs and adjusting
umbrellas, their easy smiles and sun-kissed skin adding to the relaxed
charm of the setting. Stylish beach staff dressed in breezy resort
uniforms glide between loungers, handing out fresh towels and taking
orders for chilled cocktails and light seaside fare.
It is afternoon, about 58F(14C) degrees, and there are a few thin white clouds in the sky. The mist is heaviest At Mayflower and Sidney/span
“Evening.” Axle says, nodding to Owen as he stands there, looking rather uncomfortable in his ducks. “Asshole cat.” He says, watching the feline flee.
Yukino watches as the food is delivered to the tables. Her head makes a little nod with it, and then makes a small dip of her head to the staff before she pays. And that is where the preparations happened to be done.
She turns and looks out to the sea, and then, she finally sees Axle and Maricela, and then Owen. “Good afternoon, sir Axle, miss Mari, and sir.” This follows with one more dip of her head before she makes to look the trio over.
Maricela flicks her glance down to Owen’s trunks and snorts a laugh. “I like that the guys be pickin’ out funny ones, and well…” She strays her glance to Yukino and just smirks more.
A red butterfly finds its way in and lands on one of the cabanas.
There’s a peer downwards towards Owen’s‘ shoes, “Oh. I probably should have gotten actual sandals or something,” he complains, lightly. Though, he’s greeting Yukino, “Hi! I’m Owen.” Owen introduces himself.
Shiloh looks around as he steps over, raising an eyebrow as his eyes land on the various sand castles.
“Its a habit.” Axle deadpans, before spotting Shiloh. “Hey! Its the Champ!” He offers him a salute. “Good seeing you. Don’t think I properly introduced myself last. Axle.”
Shiloh tilts his head before mismatched eyes find Axle, chuckling softly. He steps over his way, “Hey. I’m Shiloh. I actually ran into Maeve earlier out hunting. She was talking about you a lot. Good to officially meet you man.”
First, if someone were to look closely, Yukino ends up considering Maricela’s swimsuit. Her eyes do follow the criss-crossing, and finds what is covered, covered. Her cheeks warm, her gaze briefly drops down to the ground, and then rise again to consider Owen’s. The eggplants make her tilt her head curiously before turning to Axle’s duckness. She smiles, one that grows more into a smirk. “One wonders if sir Axle might find himself… ga-ga.” She makes her accented duck sounds and dares to grin up at him.
And then Shiloh joins, her eyes consider him more, and then move on, to somewhere behind everyone. “One finds the choice to be… interesting so far… it seems.”
Axle laughs, extending a hand. “I’d hope she stuck to the good things, but knowing Mae, it was only the dipshit bits.” He shrugs. “It’ll work though. She come back in one piece? She tends to struggle at that sometimes when deciding she wants to fight a damn cyclops without armor.”
“Oh lay off it.” Axle grumbles to Yukino, without any real intention to it. “I’ll toss you in the water if I get a single chance.”
Shiloh laughs a bit at Axle, taking his hand into a firm handshake, “Yeah, that about sums it up. And yeah, unless she ran into trouble after I left. We were moving through things pretty easily.” He then offers a wave to Yukino at the brief assessment of his relatively standard trunks. Finally, his eyes fall on Maricela, grinning her way, “Sorry I’m late.”
Someone from down the shore starts screaming! “SHARKS! SHARKS!”
Shiloh blinks slowly over at the shoreline. “…Sharks?”
Turning, Axle nods grimly. “Brace yourselves!” He shouts, before stepping behind Maricela, like she might offer any cover or concealment to him whatsoever.
“I dunno how you got here late,” Maricela says in a lightly teasing tone to Shiloh, mirth melting in an instant as she steps over to look out at the beach…. only to facepalm.
“One recalls there were no sharks…” Yukino says, surprised. She does not turn back, she exhales, and then gestures towards the food on the table. “Might anyone appreciate some food, perhaps? One recalls reserving two lobsters if someone were to want to try it.”
Shiloh blinks over at Axle, confusion striking his features, “Why are you hiding behind Mari, sharks can’t come on l-” His head reels back as he snaps over at the shark figure, “Does that thing have arms?!”
SPLASH. The tiny fish flops back into the water. Perhaps never to be seen again.
Grinning like a madman, Axle calls out to the shark. “Having some issues there Jaws?”
Shiloh bursts out into laughter as Regaldo comes into view.
Ambling across the sands, Regaldo comes to a stop before the rest of the peoples and huffs. “Hof in here.” comes muffled.
“What was that you were saying?” Axle asks Shiloh as the shark ambles onto land.
Shiloh says “axle Genuinely, I don’t remember. But that is an amazing outfit.”“
The look that crosses Maricela’s resting bitch face is only able to be described with the sound of her sucking her teeth at Regaldo in disappointment, and asking, “Ay, Tio, is this why you was playin’ baby shark while I was layin’ in bed?”
Yukino starts turning around when Shiloh bursts into laughter looking somewhere. Her head makes its often usual tilt. “…one finds someone enjoyed stitching so much, they forgot what they were working on, perhaps.” She says, considering Regaldo.
Regaldo nods to Maricela causing the poorly made head to wobble opposite the way it nods. It reaches up to stop the wobbling, remarking muffled, “Yep. Was a fun project.” It gives a grunt and doubles over some while trying to pull the head free. “Crap.” comes out muffled as it tugs some more.
Maricela says “Let me punch it off?“
The cabana staff looks over from where they are. One grabs a bowl of fruits and eats while watching.
“Need some help there?” Axle asks Regaldo.
Shiloh crosses his arms at his chest as he watches the shark struggle with its head, clearly amused by the whole situation.
“Maybe.” Regaldo reasons with a wobbly nod of it’s head, “Think I used to much glue.”
Maricela pointedly looks down at her feet, then back up to Regaldo. “I came prepared, Flaco, don’t start with me, I’m a professional hand thrower.”
“If it is alright to ask, what is a chancla… Yukino asks, pronouncing the word carefully while looking at Regaldo and then to Maricela. “One finds herself unfamiliar.”
“If it is alright to ask, what is a chancla…” Yukino asks, pronouncing the word carefully while looking at Regaldo and then to Maricela. “One finds herself unfamiliar.” *fix
There’s a breath out from Owen as he decides to not particularly participate in ‘Shark attacks’ by meandering himself off to food, curiously inspecting what it is that might need eating. There’s a job to do, and someone can’t let the food go to waste. So off he goes, wandering his way there.
Shiloh peers over at Yukino, “A shoe that often doubles as a projectile.”
Shiloh says “So I’ve learned recently.“
Regaldo nods in agreement with Shiloh, causing it’s head to wobble.
“Feel like you got experience with that.” Axle comments aside to Shiloh, then, he gives Maricela a suspicious glance.
Maricela pauses, like she was asked what color the sky is, and it takes a moment to translate. “It’s a… well, flip flop, house shoe, anythin’ your Abuel– your gramma be wearin’ on her feet to throw at your ass when you actin’ up.”
Shiloh looks from Axle to Maricela, offering Axle a knowing look. “I have to be ready at all times.”
“Like such.” Regaldo remarks as it moves towards Maricela, menacingly.. and somewhat wobbly, and tries to lunge for said chancla.
Nodding gravely, Axle gives returns Shiloh’s knowing look. “There’s always something ready to whack the shit out of you if you say the wrong thing…”
Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down. Well, this one does as Regaldo goes ass over tea kettle trying to grab Maricela’s shoe.
Shiloh nods grimly to Axle, “It’s like I never left the ring that day.”
“Ohhh.” Yukino makes softly, her lips forming into a soft o, watching Maricela says. Her lips reform, part to say something, close again. Then says “One finds herself a little familiar, perhaps. One might say… it is a versatile implement.”
She stares when Regaldo suddenly makes for Maricela’s chancla. “Sir… Shark, might perhaps prefer to petition miss Mari politely, perhaps?”
“It’s a real risk around any Latina, but I been threatenin’ erryone since the weather got warm,” Maricela agrees, happily. As that “shark” starts coming near her, she brings a hand back and says, “I WILL punch your ass. And prolly have a wardrobe malfunction in the process. But I will.” When he goes for it… She stumbles back, into Axle.
Luckily, foam rubber heads keep Regaldo from eating sand as it rolls over and plants onto it’s tail. “Ok. Ooooffffff.” comes as it tugs and tugs then.. *PLOP* the head finally comes off leaving the fat man inside panting.
Watching the shark, Axle tells Shiloh. “Its magic in my case. Something wrong and there’s the blood vessels in the eyes popping like pop rocks. Or a stabbing threat. I pity you. Still think I’m getting less than you in the terms of punishments. Shoe to the head…”
Quack Quack! The sound comes from somewhere, just as poor Maricela stumbles into poor Axle.
Off-balance, laughing her ass off, seems that Regaldo is safe… for now, as the flipflop sails past him from Maricela’s throw.
Axle stares down at Maricela as she stumbles into him. “Ah hell, hey there.” He says, dropping a hand to steady Maricela by the shoulder before letting go and stepping out of the firing line.
Shiloh chuckles aside at Axle, “I apologize in advance because I may have given her some unfortunate ideas.” He offers an apologetic smile before his attention turns to Maricela and Regaldo.
“Anywho. Hi. I’m not a shark.” Regaldo offers with a lopsided grin while the chancla goes sailing away. “Missed me, chica.” he taunts, punctuated by a bark of a laugh.
Owen watches with a little bit of a laugh as Maricela misses the throw, “Thought you had would have had better aim than that!” Owen calls over to Maricela with some fresh cut fruit in his hand.
Turning his eyes back to Shiloh, Axle sighs. “Damn it, you didn’t have to do that. Ah well, I’ll blame you when she puts her new attack into play.”
Owen says “It was a good enough throw though!“
“Usually I do,” Maricela calls over to Owen, slipping out of the other flip flop and leaving it out of the way, at least. She pads over to look at food, before Tio Shark gets to it, every movement a real risk in her outfit, but she’s doing her best.
Regaldo picks himself up out of the sand with a grunt and takes a moment to dust himself off. “It was. What do you go by, young man?” he wonders with a glance to Owen.
Yukino finds her lips turn into a little smile as Regaldo is revealed and the chancla comes for the former sharker. “Once might say, the great shark found itself defeated, it seems! One observes it happened without the need of the chancla! Sir Regaldo might consider it an enjoyable lesson…” She says, out loud, looking at Regaldo.
There’s a tilt of Owen’s head, as he glances towards Regaldo, “Oh, uh,” there’s some fruit in his mouth at this point as he quickly chews and swallows. “I’m Owen.”
Regaldo chuckles softly at Yukino’s remark, “Good to see you smiling, little miss.” is offered with a pleasant enough smile only for his attention to shift towards Owen, “Nice to meet you. I’m Regaldo. Gods damned Regaldo to some and asshole Tio to others.” he shoots a coy look to Maricela before peeking at the spread, “Looking good.”
Maricela raises her brows and says to Owen, “Ay, I didn’t know you speak Spanish. Damn, we cultural and shit in here.”
With Maricela deciding to join Owen by the banquet table, Yukino actually moves over to Regaldo and holds a hand out. “One finds she might be able to help sir Regaldo up again… Sir headless shark. One wonders about who ate such a head?”
“Agelfagdbv.” Axle deadpans, frowning at the Spanish speaking group, before making his own way to the table.
Owen coughs, “It didn’t really come up,” Owen mentions to Maricela off-handedly, “We only met once!” Shrugging, he addresses Regaldo, “It’s nice to meet you! I’ll probably just say Regaldo, if that’s fine?” He offers up. “Don’t know if Asshole Tio is.. uh, really the words I’d use.”
Shiloh moves to flop down onto a lounge chair, claiming it as his own as he looks out at the waves.
“Appreciated.” Regaldo tells Yukino, “It’s surprisingly squishy. Fits neatly into a pocket.” he explains before tugging out the head and moving to plop it onto Axle’s head.
Shiloh blinks over at Axle and Regaldo, bursting out into laughter.
“Tada!” chirps out from Regaldo as he sits his fat self down at the table, laughing out loud.
Yukino turns away and then also joins by the torches. It was warmer there, after all. “One welcomes everyone to this afternoon.” She says, making a little dip of her head to those that pay attention to her. “One recalls wishing to host a little swimsuit competition. One hopes many feel like showing off today.” She makes a little dip of her head. When she looks up, Axle is suddenly a sharkhead, her eyes flit to that, widen and she looks down, placing a hand over her mouth. The corners of her eyes curl, when she continues to speak, her voice trembles from amusement. “One wonders about the people that would enjoy competing for the price money, perhaps?” She asks, looking around the round.
“What the…?” Axle starts as the head descends. And then, with a pop, there is no longer a face, but instead a shark head. “What the fuck?!” The voice inside is muffled by the costume head, and for a moment, there is a bit of thrashing as Axle attempts to determine what in the world is happening. Then, he calms himself, the shark head bobbing wildly as he tries to see out of the thing.
“Bro I hope you go home to your girl and show her that shit,” Maricela says through laughter as she picks up a bowl and gives it a curious sniff, then a little nibble. When she hears Shiloh’s laugh, she calls back, like a put-out little sister, “They ALWAYS like this!” She does not aid Axle, but she shrugs over at Yukino. “A’ight, I got all of like… forty dollars to my name. I can be cute.”
“I just showed up to get out of the office.” Regaldo offers with amusement, “But I’ll strut my stuff and traumatize the locals for fun and profit.” He reaches out to whap Axle playfully, probably causing the head to wobble.
“One considers sir Axle and sir Regaldo to be competing automatically…” Yukino decides, looking at Regaldo, her eyes linger and then at sharkhead someone, staring. “One wonders if they happen to be a single contestant and not two, if it is alright to ask?”
Shiloh peers over at Maricela, shaking his head, “I don’t know how you manage.” He teases before looking over at Yukino, “Sure, I’ll join the contest or whatever. I considered wearing puka shells to look like an asshole, but I forgot to put them on. So it’s just the trunks.”
“One considers sir Axle and sir Regaldo to be competing automatically…” Yukino decides, looking at Regaldo, her eyes linger and then at Axle, staring. “One wonders if they happen to be a single contestant and not two, if it is alright to ask?”
Stumbling from the whack, Axle’s head bobs wildly, ruining his attempts to see through the eyeholes. He is left off balance, cursing as he gropes blindly for something to steady himself on.
“I don’t think I’m winning a swimsuit competition,” Owen mentions to nobody and everyone at the same time. “So, I’m probably not competing!” He tells Yukino.
Regaldo reaches out a hand to help steady Axle.
Maricela whispers something aside to Yukino, struggling not to laugh. She doesn’t even correct Shiloh.
Grasping blindly, Axle catches that hand as he falls. Then, after a moment, he gives it a tug. “Gods damned Sharkaldo!” He yells as he pulls, falling, but attempting to bring Regaldo down with him if he goes.
“One finds the eggplants to have potential, perhaps.” Yukino answers, looking at Owen with a smaller smile. “One suggests the representation might make all the difference, it seems.” Her eyes soft, she looks back at Regaldo, then hears Maricela whisper to her. The corner of her lips curl up and she looks at Maricela “One wonders about that…” Her gaze draws back to Regaldo and Axle. “It might all depend on if sir Shark and sir Regaldo might be able to cooperate…”
Regaldo starts to reach for a piece of fruit only to get yoinked down by Axle, making an attempt to not -land- on Axle.
Seems it wasn’t in the cards as Axle gets planted into the sand by Regaldo’s fat ass landing on him. The current going ons probably distracted him from what was directed his way, with squishing someone and all.
“I think that’s.. Wayne Gretzky,” Owen tells Shiloh with a laugh. “But I’m not like.. uh,” he gestures to himself, “That particularly striking or anything. Especially in the ways of showing off for a competition!”
Grunting as the fat man lands on him, Axle wheezes “Holy… fuck… Director… Fatshark…” He reaches up, batting at the head as he tries to pull it off, only causing the thing to bobble around on the sand.
Shiloh blinks at Owen, entirely unaware, “Who’s that?” He asks before shrugging easily, “Confidence is key man. Just get up there and strut your stuff. I mean, Michael Jordan is bald.” He says, tying his inspirational speech together with an entirely irrelevant fact.
Regaldo rolls off of Axle leaving a Director sized crater in the sand.
The crimson butterfly rises up again and flutters it way to nestle near the two lobsters.
There’s a frown towards Maricela and Owen shimmies just a bit closer to her. And then just reaches a hand towards and into her personal space to yoink one of those chips from that bowl. “He’s a hockey player,” Owen tells Shiloh. “I don’t think I have stuff to strut, you know?” And he does a little wiggle of his hips to emphasize that point.
“Oh, see! I told you I wasn’t crazy!” Regaldo exclaims as he points in the general direction of the crimson butterfly and blinks at what he hears, “Is that directed at me? I don’t taste good, promise.”
Reflexively, Maricela’s bowl strays closer to Owen, distracted as she is by the idiots on the sand rolling around. She has to slap a hand to her chest as she laughs, watching them and she just rolls her eyes. “Dios…” she murmurs, before she blinks at the butterfly. “..huh.”
Shiloh shrugs helplessly over at Owen, “Clearly those motivational speaking classes were a scam. Well you do you man. But I think there’s a prize.” He then looks over to the butterfly that seems to be catching people’s attention, raising an eyebrow.
“She’s a spirit, god bug.” Axle adds to Regaldo’s words, rolling over as he struggles with the head, finally tugging it off part way, then jerking it up and tossing it at Regaldo. “She’s not gonna eat you I don’t think. Least, I hope not.”
“Sir Regaldo… one wonders if it is alright to ask why he might be crazy and…” Yukino starts to say, looking at him, and then stops. “One finds it might be better not to say.”
She lets out a breath, and then looks at Maricela and then to Owen, then back at Axle and Regaldo. “One might ask about who finds themselves willing to present themselves and their swimwear first, perhaps? One might be able to go… but one finds she happens to not compete…”
Regaldo blinks and begins to say something to the butterfly only to get nailed in the face by his own mask, rather suddenly cutting off his words with a muffled “MRRRRFH!”
Maricela chokes on a chip, turning away, cackling. It’s not ladylike, in the least.
Regaldo pulls off the mask after a beat and says, “We talking with salsa or..?” that, oddly, what he intended to say.
“That said,” Regaldo continues, trying to focus, he swears, “Who wants to go first? I’ll go if no one has the stones to, for I am…” He slaps on the head, stating proudly yet muffled, “Sharkaldo!”
Owen’s eyebrows go up at Sharkaldo, trying to stifle a laugh behind a bite of chips.
“One finds it seems sir Shark finds himself… presenting first.” Yukino notices, crossing her arms under her chest, across her sternum. “One finds herself… excited, sir Shark. One humbly requests he goes on…”
“Show off, Sharkaldo,” Maricela says, once she’s recovered from her laughter, making the ill-advised choice to dig back into her food.
Shiloh turns his attention to Regaldo as it seems to be decided he is going first.
Sitting up, Axle watches Regaldo. “Lets see this then.” He says, bracing a hand behind himself.
“Good chips,” Owen calls out to Yukino, “I think you’re the one who hosted!”
“Ok, I got this.” Regaldo says as he picks himself up off the ground, giving due care to not squish anyone, or thing, nearby with his girth, his tail, or his bravado. He takes a few steps out onto the sand and gives pockets a quick turnout only to draw out his phone. Tapping it a few times, a familiar song begins to play. That’s right, it’s Baby Shark!
“Baaaby shark do do doo do do dooot.” comes muffled from beneath Regaldo’s mask as the tail and the mask, both, jiggle with the movement. He is undeterred as he keeps singing along and dancing like a wiggly fat idiot just having fun in the sand. Probably unheard, he mutters, “What does a shark sound like?!” as he tosses in a few ‘Nom noms’ for good measure.
Taking a glance over at Maricela and her chip-eating self, his attentions are still pulled towards the swimsuit competition, “I still want the chance to try that food you said. “Pernil?”
Though, once the song starts, Owen can’t stop himself from letting out a loud laugh.
Taking a glance over at Maricela and her chip-eating self, his attentions are still pulled towards the swimsuit competition, “I still want the chance to try that food you said. Pernil?”
Though, once the song starts, Owen can’t stop himself from letting out a loud laugh. (fix)
Shiloh snorts once, then that snort devolves into laughter as he watches Regaldo move to the iconic song.
“One happens to be the one who invited, it seems. But all the good work is thanks to the cabana’s staff.” Yukino answer, her head making a little tilt up with her chin. “One happens to just be fortunate they were present today.” She says, smiling.
Her lips part, surprised at the shark song, and then lets out a laugh. She covers her mouth with a hand again, but it is visible around her eyes, and audibly.
“Mmhmm, pernil, it’s like, the best meat in the w–” Maricela is saying, as the song starts, and a ceviche-covered chip goes flying in Regaldo’s general direction, falling short into the sand, not actually trying to hit him, as she’s laughing. “God, uncle, are you a ham and built like one too?” she teases.
After some time Regaldo starts to tire. Fortunately, the song also ends, he didn’t select the ten hour version. “Hof. So Hof.” comes muffled out of the head as he tugs it off and draws in a deep breath.
“I do not know how to talk to you.” Regaldo decides towards the butterfly between deep draws of air, “Like how do I respond to looking like food? Are you hungry? There’s tasty food up on the table. Probably tastes better than me. Probably.”
Yukino watches Regaldo return from the sharkiggling. If he happens to look her way, she nods, smiling and then looks at Shiloh “Sir Shiloh… if it is alright to ask, if sir Shiloh finds himself wishing to partake, one petitions him to go next, perhaps?”
Shiloh raises an eyebrow up at Yukino before grinning as he hops up, “Yeah, alright. I can go next.”
The butterfly slowly moves its wings. There is no other visible response that answers Regaldo’s address.
Regaldo puffs out his cheeks briefly only to head back towards the table to fan himself and yoink some fruit.
Standing, Axle snags one of the lobster rolls. Taking a large bite, he nods. “Good sharking there.” He says aside to Regaldo.
Shiloh begins to strut across the sand, channeling his inner runway model, stopping occasionally, turning at odd angles to display his very basic swim trunks, motioning toward them with his hands. He paces around like this for a few feet before turning back to the small crowd at the table, hitting them with the Zoolander face.
“Best meat in the west?” Owen finished for Maricela a little bit after she’s recovered from the Baby Sharkening that just happened. But now it’s Shiloh’s turn, and he’s curiously watching the new show-off.
“Thank you. Hope to see you out there, sir Quaxleot.” Regaldo teases as his focus drifts towards Shiloh.
Regaldo stage whispers, “Is he– Oh, he’s doing the Blue Steel. That move is rare and difficult to pull off.” and then reaches over for a napkin to doodle on.
Maricela apparently made the bad decision to eat food, which is really not a surprise to most people in the room, girl loves to eat. Everything’s fine, though, until the blue steel, and then she’s giggling hard enough she has to cough to clear her throat.
“But why male models?” Owen calls out towards Shiloh.
Yukino tilts her head when Shiloh walks out. Her eyes draw over him, and when he turns back around, her eyes flit over him one more time and then lower to the sand. “One finds herself unfamiliar about blue steel, perhaps…” She mentions, eyes crawling up to gaze at Maricela.
Axle stares at Shiloh, munching his lobster roll. “What is a blue…” He trails off, eyeballing Regaldo from the corner of one eye.
Shiloh tries to hold back a laugh as he overhears Regaldo, strutting with confidence to an unheard beat in his head before finally wrapping up his routine, flashing a grin to the table and offering a small bow with a flourish of his hand, “Thank you, thank you.” Then he moves to return to his spot, calling back out to Owen, “Because Zoolander is an inspiration to all.”
Regaldo holds up the napkin he was doodling on, showing Shiloh an 11 written in mushed up fruit and juice.
Shiloh grins back at Regaldo, showing an approving thumbs up at his score!
Yukino ends up looking down at her phone to figure out on the blue steel meaning. This ends up taking a moment. When she looks up, she mentions “One finds sir Shiloh did a very good job at a blue steel face, it seems.” And then, back to Maricela. “Miss Mari… one humbly petitions for miss Mary to consider a presentation next, perhaps.” She says, her lips curling into a faint smile.
Maricela pats her chest as she gets her laughter back under control, saying to Regaldo, “Thanks for the advice, Uncle.”
“Anytime, anytime. I do believe you’re up, no?” Regaldo offers to Maricela with a thumbs up, “Knock em dead.”
As Maricela prepares herself for the competition part of it, Owen slips away from her side – where he was mostly there to steal from her chip bowl, anyway. To settle into watching, once more. There’s a warm smile on his face for all the swimsuit shenanigans that have taken place so far.
“God, I ain’t… much of a…” Maricela starts, settling her bowl out of the way of the others, though it’s half eaten, if not more. She sticks her tongue out at Regaldo, stepping from the table. For her, the strut is as much abbout the suit, as it is the skin underneath, and the ink that crosses it.
Her every step is one misjudged bounce from exposure, but she doesn’t seem to notice, or at least she’s not walking like it. It’s clear what ink is her favorite, adjusting the crosses of the top as her back is toward the crowd, revealing an expansive piece in black and gold, of a proud lioness, crowned with black roses. as she lets it slip back into place, she turns, and gives a wink to the table crew, a little smile just for the butterfly, then she shrugs. “I ain’t a model, I’m a Cabrona,” she says, just verging on apologetic.
“You said mocosa wrong, sobrina.” Regaldo teases Maricela while reaching out for a piece of fruit.
“…one finds herself to be biased, perhaps.” Yukino mentions, when her eyes settle on the tattoo of the lioness and linger, following the criss-cross again before turning to look down too the sand again. Regaldo’s correction draws her gaze to him now and she asks “If it is alright to ask, might sir Regaldo explain about this word? Mocosu?” She tries to pronounce.
“Mo-co-sa.” Regaldo corrects Yukino gently, giving a pronunciation, “It means brat. Which sobrina clearly is.” saying the brat loud enough for Maricela to hear, more than likely intentionally. “Sobrina means niece. She calls me Tio, which means uncle. We’re not related, just being friendly.”
Maricela sticks her tongue out as she’s called a brat at first, then sticks her tongue out the side of her mouth, trying not to grin even as she bites it lightly. “If I was borin’ all you wouldn’t know what to do with me, let’s keep it a buck, Tio,” she says, fondly to Regaldo.
Observing Maricela, Axle glances to one of the staff members, motioning them over and sliding something to them, before they move away, returning with a drink that Axle takes with a grateful nod.
“Sir…” Yukino looks at Owen. “Might the sir prefer to be next, perhaps? One wonders about the… eggplantedness, perhaps…” She admits, her eyes lower to the ground again. “If it is alright to petition the sir.”
“You’re not boring at all. Look a good deal better up there than I did.” Regaldo offers in return while trying to stack multiple straws together only to try and snake them over Axle’s shoulder to try some of his drink.
There’s a glance downwards at Owen’s swimsuit, before glancing back at Yukino. “That,” he gesture a hands towards Maricela, and then back to himself. “A bit hard to follow, I’d think.” Frowning slightly, “Seems I’m setting myself up for failure, because I have no idea what to do. I’m not a model..”
Spotting the straw chain sneaking by his face, Axle reaches up to swat the construction. “Hey. My alcohol.” He says, taking another drink. “Damn rich shit. This is like something Mae’d like.” He grumbles, though he continues to consume nonetheless.
Shiloh mouths across to Owen with a whisper that’s a bit loud, “Hit the Blue Steel…”
In solidarity with Shiloh, Regaldo tries to Blue Steel in Owen’s general direction with his colada heist having failed so miserably.
“One finds sir Regaldo to not be a model…” Yukino replies, her expression growing a little more thoughtful. She briefly glances to Axle and sees him receive alcohol. She frowns, then looks back and considers “One wonders if sir Owen might prefer to just go and have and enjoy a moment of everyone’s attention, perhaps? He might choose to just enjoy instead, perhaps…” And then after another second she adds. “One is merely humbly petitioning.” She makes a small dip of her head.
Shiloh snorts out a small laugh at Regaldo, shaking his head, “It’ll never not be funny.”
There’s a sigh from Owen and he does relent, “Alright,” reaching down to pull his own shirt off, which he kinda just leaves off to the side. “I’ll go.”
Up he’s walking now, more towards the center of the gathering, a little wiggle of his hips there, and wiggle of his hips there as he goes. As he struts the stuff he doesn’t have he faces away from the gathering, popping a very badly done Blue Steel over his shoulder, before giving the worst probably two seconds of everyone’s lives by ‘twerking’ for like two seconds. Then, he turns around, juts his hips out, while showing off the eggplants.
Shiloh grins wide at Owen as he hits the Blue Steel, snickering softly before clapping encouragingly for his routine.
Regaldo claps encouragingly for Owen when he makes his way up only to start cheering when the youth gives a solid attempt at Blue Steel. Never a bad time for it.
Yukino lets out a burst of laughter at the sudden two second twerk. Her cheeks also warm and she immediately looks away and covers her mouth with bouth of her hands. “One finds herself… pleasantly impressed.” She mentions when the egg-plants are shown off, just as she comes to look back again. She smiles, bright. “The Sir seems to have impressed sir Shiloh, as well.” She says, giving Shiloh a brief look.
Giving a laugh as Owen attempts his Blue Steel, Axle brings his drink to his lips again, downing the rest in a single go. “I’ll never forget that.” He comments. “Still not quite sure what the deal with it is, but its stuck now.” He taps his temple.
is absolutely giggling, though, thankfully she had paused in her eating. Did she learn her lesson? Probably not. Did she forget she had food? Incredibly possible. When he’s finished, though, Maricela gives warm applause for Owen, saying, “Ay, don’t sell yourself short, a’ight? You see Tio over there? He jiggle like unset flan and he still work it.”
“Wonder if we can get Garcia to do it. Just greet people that walk in with it.” Regaldo wonders to Axle then to Yukino and Maricela with mild amusement. For Owen’s benefit, he states, “Nicely done. See, we knew you could!”
“You could put it in as mandatory.” Axle tells Regaldo, munching once more on his roll.
“Have her up front with her shotgun. Someone walks in and bam.” at bam Regaldo makes an attempt at blue steel, it’s still horrible, akin to a fat duck, “Might bring numbers up.”
Last on the list, Yukino turns to Axle. Her chin tilts up. She grins. “Alcoholic sir Duckman Duck…” She calls him. “…one wonders if sir Duckman Duck finds the drink very enjoyable…” She continues. “…One finds herself fearing he might enjoy it so much, he might suddenly forget to be unafraid and becomes too scared of finding his presentation next.” Duck sounds. “One observes she would be very disappointed. Might sir Duckman Duck set his drink down and commit to his sole best Duckman Duck presentation, if it is not too forward to ask?”
There’s the faintest of red that creeps into Owen’s cheeks, as he walks his way back towards the table. “Thank you,” Owen murmurs softly.
“PLEASE let me be there when you tell Tia Garcia you finna make her Blue Steel everyone that comes in. I’ll even carry you to the med bay to get the boot removed from your ass,” Maricela struggles to get out past laughter.
“Speaking of booze.” Regaldo remarks at Yukino’s mention and he’s waving over one of the staff to order a drink, “Margarita, please.” he then shifts focus to Maricela, “Knowing her, sobrina, it’ll be both boots and they’ll still be on her feet. Just going to drag us both down.”
“Go sir Quaxleot!” Regaldo cheers on as his drink arrives.
In fact, Yukino also asks the staff to deliver her a drink, taking it into both of her hands before turning back to observe Axle with a little, mischievous, grin.
Maricela tries, very hard, not to laugh at the mental image, given it’s Axle’s turn, trying to fall silent, or at least quiet.
“Yeah.” Axle nods, setting aside his empty glass. “Yeah. Lets get this going.” Tapping his phone a few times, he slips it into his pocket. Soon, there is the sound of music, the Duck Song, as it would have it. And with that, he charges out onto the sand, beginning quite possibly the worst duck waddle ever known to man, as he flaps his arms and begins to sing along to the song. “The duck walked up to the lemonade stand,” His voice is far, far too deep for the song, and far too rough, and there is a slight halt to some words. It would also seem that he is tone deaf, as there is a second lag between his words, and that of the song. It is quite clear he does not know this song, has never sang the song, and has quite possibly never sang before in his life. One foot comes up, and a sandal is sent flying skyward with the force of a cannon, streaking in a high arc before landing somewhere off past the table. He continues on, oblivious, waddling about in his best duck impression throughout the song, continuing to assault the ears of any unfortunates nearby as he sings. “And he waddled away, waddle waddle, waddle, and he waddled away, waddle waddle waddle, and he, waddled away, waddle waddle waddle, till the very next day!”
QUACK QUACK. Why is there a duck behind Axle. QUACK. It is quacking. But there is a duck. It sings with him. QUACK QUACK! It has a few reddish feathers.
Fortunately, Regaldo swallowed that sip of drink before the song started because he surely would have sprayed it everywhere. He barks a laugh then starts to sing along with Axle, probably just as poorly while bobbing his head back and forth.
Shiloh lifts both eyebrows, seeming surprised by Axle’s performance before chuckling, a grin lifting his lips as he claps to the rhythm of the song.
It’s absolutely a good thing that Owen has not had a drink in his hand, nor did he pull from Maricela’s book in eating anything, because it’d have gone flying at this rate. A laugh escapes him, unable to stifle it from hearing the Duck Song pierce the air.
When Axle receives support for Regaldo, Axle’s singing only grows louder, and even more off key. At this point, he’s belting out the words of the song as though they’ll save his life, waddling on over to hook a finger at Regaldo, beckoning him out onto the sand as the song continues, before waddling back on out himself, pausing a few times to strut a bit, a rather gruesome sight from all the scarring on his back. As he goes, the other sandal slips off, embedded in the sand, though that doesn’t seem to be stopping Axle from his performance.
The duck song starts, Axle starts to Waddle waddle… Yukino slowly takes a sip from her drink, tasting the large amount of alcohol in her drink. Then she takes her phone out, unlocks it, raises it and starts to record Axle.
Beyond missing the initial start, she goes all the way. Then, she just gets that idea, her eyes look like they find something that would be great, and it moves into a light laughter that she hides behind her hand. “One wonders…” She says. “…If there might be Ducksharkman…” And then “…perhaps.”
Regaldo sighs, sets his drink down, and ambles off to join Axle in the duck song duo. He starts waddling as he gets closer and starts singing right along with the other man, horribly off key and out of time. Doesn’t seem to care. He even makes sure to leave room for the dancing support duck, til the very next day.
Shiloh chuckles as Regaldo goes to join Axle, “Put on baby shark and have a face off!” He calls out with a growing grin.
“Oh, no. We’re not doing this alone.” Regaldo says in his best attempt at a Kronk voice. But, instead of Kuzco’s poison, he’s beckoning Shiloh, Owen, Maricela and Yukino. Hell, probably even one of the staff to get out here, “Might as well finish strong, no?”
Yukino takes another sip from her drink, holding up her phone. Her face barely manages to keep it together, her corners lips are curved up quite a bit, some of her facial muscles strain, her neck curls just a little bit, until deciding to drink up one more time, pour out the rest into the sand, set the glass down…
…And walk up to Regaldo and Axle to be the miniature version copying the motions “Waddle-Waddle-waddle!” She tries, she is completely unfamiliar with the song. But her voice still makes it fit. Her phone had disappeared back to where it was inside her sheer kimono.
QUACK! The duck starts rushing panicked away into the darkness when more people join the waddling Axle.
Shiloh blinks as he’s called to join them, before laughing with a shrug, popping up from his seat, arms flapping like wings as his fists move to rest at his side, almost immediately, waddling on over.
Maricela has not put her phone down, keeping her comments to herself, but not her laughter, as she films them, too.
Regaldo is trying to -not- whack people with his tail.
Shiloh waddles up to Maricela and her filming, wings flapping as he cocks his head to the side like a bird, “Got any grapes?”
Since it seems everyone is joining, and Owen was beckoned, he tries to creep towards Maricela, and yoink her wrist while she’s filming to bring her into the crowd of people. It will become a group Waddle.
Maricela siiiighs, tucking her phone away, laughing at both Owen and Shiloh, and with phone in hand, she joins the waddle, even if it brings pink to her cheeks.
Shiloh grins successfully as Maricela joins the action, returning to the waddling group.
Waddle Waddle! Waddling all the way! Waddle Waddle! Did Axle use the ten hour version of the duck song? Who knows?
“It’s a group Waddle!” Owen calls.
“And he waddled away.” comes from Regaldo as he just bebops along to the song.
Turning to Yukino, Axle draws her, then Shiloh into the wild waddling and singing. Of course, next to Yukino, Axle and Regaldo likely sound even worse, even more off key. Then Owen and Maricela join in the waddling, and possibly even a few staff members and bystanders, as Axle continues to lead the waddling, all the way to the end of the song, after which he stops, nods seriously, and clicks the phone off. “Thank you. I am Quaxle Smith, and I specially appreciate you attending my Ted Talk.” The whole thing delivered in a deadpan, with no logic included, of course.
Regaldo claps as the song ends, “Man, this has been fun.” he remarks, clearly not having noticed the videos going about just yet.
Yukino sways a little more along once the waddling commences in full! “One regrets not finding time to bring a secret water gun, perhaps.” She forms a finger into an L and directs it at Axle, as if firing it off. “Sir Quaxle is too fortunate, it seems.” She puffs her cheeks slightly.
Shiloh rises back to his normal stance, chuckling as Axle closes the whole thing off, turning to Maricela, “You look ridiculous.” He states with a growing smirk, teasing her as he very clearly was just doing the same thing.
“Oh, right, my booze!” comes shortly after as Regaldo ambles off to reclaim his drink.
Nodding once more to Yukino, Axle strolls on over to the table, reclaiming his roll which had been abandoned at some point, continuing to munch away as if nothing had happened.
“I look fine, even waddling,” Maricela corrects Shiloh, crossing her arms under her bust, scrumching her nose at him. “You owe me proper sangria for that comment, I think. ‘Cause I ain’t got good booze and you fancy fancy.”
Shiloh lets out a small, defeated sigh at Maricela, “Yeah. I suppose I walked right into that one. Whatever, it can’t be that hard… right?”
“Sir Quaxle has betrayed the waddle.” Yukino calls over at him, following after him and making to punch his arm a few times, lightly so. “Sir Quaxle might return to his duties with the lobster in hand, perhaps.”
Regaldo chuckles softly to himself while checking the time, “Sadly, I need to get home and figure out how I’m getting this damned thing off.”
“My waddlings over.” Axle grumbles, turning to look down at Yukino. “This roll’ll be missing me if I leave it again.”
Pausing in his roll eating, Axle salutes Regaldo with the bun. “Good going today. No bad injuries, and no fish stole your tail.” He nods sagely. “Successful day.”
Yukino smiles and turns to Regaldo. She makes a small nod of her head. “One finds it time to mention then.” She takes a deep breath in. “One observed the fun a presentation brought… and decides to pay everyone a little bit for it. A few hundred dollars, one apologizes it might not be too much…” She dips her head. “One merely finds it better for things to be fun.” Her head dips deeper. “One apologizes.”
As the group Waddle seems to wind down, Owen slips away from the crowd of Waddlers, and moves back towards the table. “Wait, wait, we’re all winners?” He asks curiously. “Nobody was the sole winner?”
Shiloh blinks at Yukino before grinning over at Maricela, “You’re leas broke now!”
Shiloh says “Less. I meant less.“
Regaldo shakes his head only to turn sharply to lightly bonk Yukino with his tail, “Donate my cut to a good cause, yea? And it was fun without the prize. Everyone here was having a grand time, I believe.”
Yukino picks up her phone and then opens an app, though her screen makes it difficult to glimpse what she does on it.
“Now Yukino.” Axle tells Yukino through a mouthful. “A few hundreds not something you gotta be appolagizing about. I’m certainly thankful as I’ll be paying rent this month.” He grins. “It was also some damn good fun, and food. No ones leaving without having done a dumbass thing.”
Shiloh looks down at his phone, to the notification before his eyes widen, letting out a low whistle.
“Tio, I appreciate you not walkin’ up in here with less fabric than me,” Maricela says as she gives Regaldo a side-hug. “If you can’t get it off, I got a sword, we can figure out how to cut you outta it,” she suggests.
As her phone vibrates, she peeks over at Yukino, then back to her phone, blinking a few times. “Daaamn, a’ight, I see you, quiet rich.”
Looking down to his own phone, Axle whistles. “Damn. Yeah, rents covered.” He smirks broadly. “Appreciate it. Really.” He says to Yukino again.
“I did consider it.” Regaldo teases Maricela while returning the side hug. He pauses briefly to down the rest of his drink and set the glass aside, mentioning, “Now to terrorize the locals. Imagine the police calls. There’s a fat shark riding a Harley around town. Send someone!”
The payment seems to happen via online transfer. Where Yukino got everyone’s data to do so, is probably a different question, but if people have it connected to their phones, they’ll already know. It also only goes to the people who did a presentation. When it is done, she puts the phone back to where it was, folds her hands below her navel and makes a dip of her head. “One is grateful for everyone to have attended.”
“Thanks for having us, little miss.” Regaldo offers in turn only to plop the shark head back on and settle it so he can see out of it.
“We’re grateful of you to host, Yukino, you good to us,” Maricela says, giving the other woman a genuine smile that softens her otherwise grumpy features.
Shiloh sidles up to Maricela, leaning against the table beside her, “Wanna go hunting after this?” He asks.
Yukino says “One recommends the lobster. One finds it might be a bit too much of a waste to throw food away, perhaps.“
“Little too good.” Axle says, giving Yukino a smile as he continues working on the lobster roll. “Damn good, this whole thing. Hope as I’ll be here still, for the next.”
Shiloh raises an eyebrow up at Yukino before reaching out to snag some food.
Owen wrinkles up his nose at something, running a hand against his neck. “Thank you,” he tells Yukino, “For.. the prize.” Looking around, he moves to find his shirt that he discarded earlier, within an “Aha!”
Axle says “Your welcome.“
Maricela says “If you get your ass pulled over ’cause you in a shark helmet, I demand the body cam footage.“
“One finds it was all the good work of the participants, sir Owen.” Yukino says, smiling apologetically. “One finds she must attend to certain things soon. One might be found working occasionally at the Shorelight, if someone finds themselves in use company over tear or coffee, perhaps.”
Axle says “Buttered shark. Damn it, now I’m hungry again.“
Owen nods at Yukino with a smile and turns to regard Maricela after pulling something out of his pocket. “You do like absolutely great,” he says, handing Maricela a dime. “A dime for a dime.” There’s a grin that forms after the words.
Axle says “Well aware, yeah.“
The crimson butterfly rises to the air, and disappears into the darkness.
“One will consider it.” Yukino replies to Shiloh, her head making that slight dip of her head again that looks, right then, really just ingrained. “One hopes everyone finds the rest of the evening to be pleasant.”
Shiloh laughs a bit at Maricela, “Yeah, we can stop to change. I’m obviously not hunting in swim trunks.”