The Morphin Grid (original) (raw)

The great thing about living near a beach is that the atmosphere is perfect for a party. You have the surf for wild summer games, the sand for relaxing or volleyball, the nightly firepit for roasting and storytelling, and...well, the fireworks. Even knowing exactly how they're produced, they're still a wondrous sight to see.

Which is why Billy didn't entirely mind being drafted to help the local activities committee set up this last party of the summer. He was in charge of setting up the fireworks area, and that suited him just fine. The area was cleared, kept far away from residential area and gatherings of people, and for once in this town, safety regulations were followed to the letter. Yes, this would be a fine evening.

Once it was done, Billy made his way through the dunes to the beach area, where picnic tables, sandcastles, and surfboards awaited. His partner on the committee thanked him with an over-enthusiastic hug, leaving him flustered and oddly confused. With any luck, the others would arrive late enough to not see any of that and to dive straight into the action.

Come on in, the water's fine! No, seriously, it is. No aquatic-originating monsters today.

((I'm sorry I disappeared for so long, but I honestly got busy with work and my main game. I should be back now, hopefully, if anyone's left and wants to play.))