Sunny, with a chance of Heartache.

[Kokuten]

As the majority of Teal rushed out towards the water, two members were standing back. Hetzer and Elfriede both seemed to look on the situation. Hetzer seemed to take the situation with mild content, his beard-concealed smile emanating the radiant warmth. Elfriede gave a rather bored stare to the rest of the situation, albeit the expression seemed rather forced.

"Why don't you go out to the water, Elfriede?" asked Hetzer, arching a bristly brow at her.

"Tch, everyone's getting excited over something that isn't even real. They'll get all happy, and overjoyed, until it's time to go home, then they're right back where reality is." sighed Elfriede, rubbing the side of her scarred hip. The other Teal girls were coming back in their direction.

"Is that why you've been acting like that? Because it's not real?" replied Hetzer, looking at her, and also taking notice of Miyuki getting down on all fours behind Elfriede, with Allison also standing behind her.

"Well..." went the tall woman, not quite sure how to explain it. Though, she wouldn't have much to explain it, as Betty shifted in front of her and pushed her over Miyuki, making her trip into Allison, who grabbed Elfriede's wrists. Betty's hands circled around the German's ankles, and Miyuki lifted the rest of the ungoverned weight at the back. "Wh-what the--!?"

"Enough sulking!" laughed Betty, as the group heaved the wiggling Elfriede to the beach.

"Sto--! I dema-- Augh!" yelled Elfriede, before the Teal women heaved ho'd once, before tossing the large woman through the air, arms reaching out helplessly, directly at Evey and Arcadia. Though, before Betty could keel over, laughing, Allison and Miyuki had already gotten her by the hands and legs too.

"Hey-- Wait! Guys! I-- Ough!" went Betty as she was tossed as well, body flailing through the air, directly at Fred and Steven.

[Gwathdraug]

As the pilots from Red Squadron, minus Siberia, came on to the beach, they were greeted by a beach full of people already going about and having fun.

Hungary was the first to speak, shouting in false anger as he tugged at his large, bristling beard. “Oi, oi, oi! What's this the party has gone and started without us!”

All the eyes of his squadmates rounded on the big man, and Poland nudged Ambrus good-naturedly in the side. “If you hadn't taken so long look for that – whatever that is that you swear to us is a swimsuit we wouldn't be standing here, one big pack of latecomers.”

Hungary guffawed boisterously as he plucked the front of his striped “swimsuit”. The garment covered from his ankles all the way to his elbows and wouldn't have been out of place in Earth's early twentieth century. “I'll have yah know that my suit is the most stately an' charming piece of clothing to grace these sands!” The big man attempted to make himself sound refined and struck a heroic pose that dashingly pushed forward his belly and pointed his beard forward like an arrow, a lopsided smile on his face.

The rest of Red Squadron gave each other sidelong looks before bursting out in laughter. Josef Kocur and Benedict Moravec, Red Slovakia and Red Czech, nodded to each other before tackling Hungary. Jek roared as they took him down to the sand, flailing about he managed to catch Benedict by one arm and throw him off. Kocur, moving much quicker, managed to get Hungary in a headlock stopping his rampage.

As the scuffle came to an end, everyone was smiling and Slovakia let Jek up and the two dusted themselves off. Finally, Siberia came out onto the beach. The Red Squadron leader was wearing a full wetsuit, only his head, feet, and hands free. Over one of the smiling commander's shoulders was a black canvas bag and he was wearing a dark grey ball cap.

As he came out, Siberia looked at his sand covered men and smiled. “Having our own little private party here? And I thought you all would be dying to get in the water.” Jan smiled even broader and shook his head. “No reason to stand on protocol here boys, get out there and have some fun.”

The squadron saluted and then ran off, someone stopping to help Benedict up and giving him a friendly push forward so he could catch up with the rest of the group. Poland stayed behind with Siberia and the two approached the lone figure of Linck M. Alpha. As he came to stand in front of the assistant Siberia dropped his bag, sounds of metal clinking together as it hit the ground. The Red Squadron lead bent down and unzipped the bag, pulling out a fishing spear.

There was a rueful smile on Jan's face as he stood up straight. “I assume Istvan gave us some fish in this simulation?”
–

Hungary led Benedict and Josef in a charge to the beach. Upon seeing Fred push Steven into the water the big man let out a whoop. “Ahaha! We got a dunking going on, charge mah boys! Charge!” Reaching the waterline as he finished yelling Jek made a herculean leap, his mass hurtling towards the two Green Squadron officers.

–

Jimmy Eremenko, Red Ukraine, was wearing a simple pair of red and black swim trunks as he watched his fellow squadmates disperse. Finding his wingman, the young pilot ran over to him. “Ruze, where should we head? The Boss and Poland won't need any help if it turns out we have fish here, but what Hungary's getting himself into only seems like trouble.”

Eremenko took a sidelong glance over to where the Green and Teal squadron gals where at, and then with a fierce blush on his face he looked back towards his wingmate, waiting on a response.

[Straken]

Steven had finally gotten the rest of the sea water out of his lungs all the while Fred was laughing like a schoolboy. “Well, cough, that was…fun,” Steven said to Fred as he quickly forgot about being angry. He looked over towards Fred who was sitting in the water a couple of feet away. The Irishman had stopped laughing but was holding onto his big grin. “Oi, what is it?” he asked.
“Well, don’ look now, but thar is a lot mur fun on the way,” Fred said with a slight chuckle.
“What?” Just after Steven asked this he looked back towards the sand just in time to see a startling sight. Just as Steven had been flung into the water, a Teal squadron girl was currently en route to his position, and on top of that Hungary from Red Squadron was doing a flying leap right at him and Fred. Steven’s face evolved quickly from expressions ranging from simple curiosity to confusion to horror. Steven acted on his first impulse which was to limit the damage to both him and the nearest incoming projectile, so he stumbled back a half step and braced himself as he caught the woman; however due to loose sand beneath his feet, both pilots tumbled back into the salty water.
Meanwhile, Fred took action against the large Russian projectile. Fred stood and rushed forward and intercepted Hungary. The ex-marine brought an arm up and caught Hungary around the waist and flung him down into the water. “Bogey shot down!” Fred cheered.

[Gwathdraug]

Hungary spluttered as he was plucked from the sky and taken down into the water. The water itself was surprisingly pleasant though and the big man recovered quickly. In fact, just quick enough to hear a muffled yell of, “Red Squadron!” as Kocur and Moravec joined forces once again, this time their target was Fred.

Hungary hoped his breath would last long enough, and timing his action with his squadmate's attack, grabbed Fred by the ankle.

[Mr. Blackbird Lore]

Ruze smirked as he stepped out onto the beach and took a deep breath. He was in board shorts and a wet top, both black and with a corresponding red stripe running down either side. His brethren were already making a ruckus and they hadn't even touched the water yet. Without meeting his wingman's gaze, he said, "I've got a score to settle!" and charged down the beach after much of his squad. "Red Squadron, hold off!" Dilshod thrashed into the water, his locked on Fred. "Irishman, we've got a score to settle!" They didn't, not really, but he did recall having something of a verbal scuffle with the man at some point during that outbreak of lizard flu. The crux of the conflict, however, he could not remember. Regardless, it was plenty of reason to get the testosterone to work. "You 'n me, Irish, like the Olympians!"

[Gwathdraug]

Hungary let go of Fred's legs when he heard something a bit familiar to Ruze's voice and Slovakia and Czech peeled off. By the time he had resurfaced the two pilots had pulled back and where laughing, shouting, and betting on what they gleefully were chanting to be a grudge match.

Jek himself had to swim away as fast as possible as the ex-marine and Dilshod were already at it. A grin still on his face Hungary yelled across to the Kocur and Moravec. “Put 20 on the Irishman for me!”

[Straken]

Fred had prepared himself for the incoming baraged of foreign men when they stopped where they were before scurrying away. Fred looked over to Ruze.
"Ah yeah, I rememb'r you. This should be fun, but I should tell ye now that ye should've keep those other guys witcha," Fred called to his opponant. With that being said, Fred began to slowly drop down into a fighting stance and donned a new grin that read, "I hope you have insurance, 'cause your ass is about to crash and burn." The Irishman began circling around to Ruze's left side to eliminate his own disadvantage of being in deeper water. Once he got to a position he was comfortable with he flexed his muscles before charging forward, splitting the water like a battleship.

[Kai]

And right in front of Fred, before he could get anywhere, a small, brown and red shape screamed 'INCOMING!' as the young Evelyn fell from the sky, having been hurtled into the air by Arcadia. For such a small girl, she made a large splash, her cannonball causing the salty sea water to splash up and hit neary everyone around in the face. What was left on the surface was just Evey's white hat, which was floating atop the circle of bubbles caused by the girl's splashdown. a few seconds later, Evey emerged from the water, grabbing her hat and spitting some water at the Irishman, in a short stream that showed she was doing it on purpose. The little girl laughed and snorted then stuck her tongue out at Fred, disappearing beneath the waves once more (though with the clarity of the water it wasn't too hard to spot her)

Emma, having never been to an actual beach in her life (she'd been to hotels and resorts with pools, and seen a lake once) was a little nervous of the water. despite being dragged to its edge and watching everyone clamor in to the comfortable waters, she remained at the edge, just toeing the waves that cane up high enough. The poor girl didn't seem to know what to do with the water, and, unlike the others, her sarong and straw hat remained firmly planted on her person.

Linck looked at Siberia and his bag and nodded. "Yes, there are fish here. The AI lead real lives in here, and have to make things, and find their food, just like the rest of us. If you want, there's a store on the boardwalk a ways a way that rents out scuba gear. Just tell them that I sent you and they should put up a tab for me. There's anything you want, here in Port La Centa, Shops, restaurants, arcades, everything. Just relax however you see fit."

[Mr. Blackbird Lore]

With her charge having been deployed, Arcadia was able to find out just what all the trouble toward shore was. The first thing she noticed was a woman perhaps a time and a half her size hurtling through the air. Pilot Langdon immediately spun, dove, and swam away, rising only after she heard the splash. Then she made her way over to the turbulent waters indicative of a rough landing. She got a hand under Elfriede's bicep and helped the woman rise out of the water. "You alright?"

Ruze grinned, arms raised and ready to grapple. Clearly Fred expected an opponent that was afraid to go under; Dilshod was not that man. Fred's charge ended up doing all the work for the Red Squadron Pilot. Or it would have if a certain weaponized little girl had come cannonballing between them. Well, a distraction was a distraction: Ruze saw no reason to let it go to waste. He closed the distance between them and tackled Fred at the waist, both of them going under. It was then, however, that he showed just how nimble he was. As they submerged, he let go and found the bottom with the hand that had been wrapped around the Irishman's middle. Using it as his pivot, he rolled through the water and over Fred in a half flip, half one-handed cartwheel that put him on his feet and facing the larger man. Again, he was smiling. This would be a lot of fun. Once Fred's skull resurfaced, he joked, "Think that's one point for me, Irish."

[Gwathdraug]

Siberia gave the man an odd look before laughing. “SCUBA? No, we have a pair of snorkels and they will be just fine. Thank you for the offer though.” The Red Lead gave the assistant a casual salute before motioning to Poland and the two officers started to walk further down the beach, safely away from all the excitement.

Abandoned by his wingmate and unwilling to get into the craziness that was stirring itself up around Fred, Hungary, Ruze... and now the little Admiral; Eremenko stood idle a moment just enjoying the weather. Though, as he scanned the beach Jimmy quickly caught sight of Emma. Surprised that she was just standing alone, not swimming around and enjoying the sun like the others, he jogged over to see if something was wrong.

Wetting his lips a bit nervously Ukraine spoke up, “Your one of Green Squadron's pilots, right?” Taking an awkward pause, the pilot continued. “Are you alright? Enjoying the beach?”