it's familiar, but not too familiar, [OPEN.]

[anecdaughter]

Who: Hazel and various/open.
Where: Temple of Team Hot Stuff, Park.
When: May 30th.
What: Hazel talks about stuff and gets a shinki. She does kid stuff.
Warnings: tba, possibly child abuse, fantasy racism??

[rude little goblin. - closed to Jae-Ha and/or Hazel.]

[It's been a few days since Hazel arrived, and while she's been content to return to her temple, it gets...pretty boring there, when you're all on your own. And kinda lonely. Luckily, Hazel's wormed her way into a couple of hearts, and is more than willing to take advantage of that fact to score some free cereal and company. Hello friends, here she be, kicking her legs back and forth in a careless manner and shoveling sugar into her mouth.

...But it's possible that there are a few things weighing on her mind, too, with the way she glances furtively through her bangs when approached. Just maybe.]

[let's go fly a kite. - open.]

[She'd been delighted at first, when she stumbled upon the simple, lush park. It seemed like forever since she'd been to a playground -- a proper one, not the weird play areas that had been in the detention center or the destroyed structures she would climb on with Kurti. She scrambled up the slide immediately, letting out a whoop of laughter as she slid back down and jumped forward when she reached the edge, then she rushed over to the swings to stand on one and get as high as possible.

It was a little less fun when she realized that the other kids around her weren't paying her any mind, since it meant the sandcastle she'd been perfecting was crushed beneath some dumb boy's feet. Not maliciously, or anything. She could tell he was just going around, unaware of her and her hard work, but... Man. It takes a lot of effort to not push him down instead of just glaring at him.

Now Hazel sits on the swings again, arms looped loosely around the chains, and she toes the sand with her shoe. This sucks!!!!]

Comments

[anecdaughter]

[Well. Hard to argue with that. Hazel sighs and kneels down next to him to appraise her masterpiece as well. Sure was busted.]

Maybe not so wide this time. Then they might not step on it by running through. We can make it tall instead.

[Yep, she's giving up and joining him in this endeavor.]

[concasse]

[Using his index finger, Sanji leans forward and quickly sculpts out an perimeter, hoping to match the other's vision.] Oi, like that?

[Then a pause. He's not an architect by any means, but he can assume a few details from the get-go]

So long as the taller parts are skinner, then the weight should hold.

[Because if their combined masterpiece slouches over due to technical difficulties, he's gonna be mad]

[anecdaughter]

Right. But not too skinny or it'll just look like mountains and that's boring.

[She rakes her hand across the sand and wrinkles her nose. It would be a lot easier to make it more complicated if this was a beach, or if they had snow instead.]

Your hands are a lot bigger, so making the bottom should be easy. How long has it been since you made a sandcastle?

[Because she has Doubts, mister. Better be capable of this!!!]

[concasse]

Heh, a sandcastle? No shitty idea. [Said with a grin, which is a step up from his usual expression when he's reminded that he has no memories.]

Watch, it'll be fine! I just gotta pack it tight, right? [Don't shatter his dreams, kid.]

[anecdaughter]

Oh.

[...Well. Hmn. Hazel studies him with narrowed eyes while continuing to sift through the sand, trying to spot a name on him. She couldn't see one, but there were a lot of places it could be...]

Ye-ah... But it's harder with dry sand. It doesn't stick together, like how you need glue to put two pieces of paper together. So you need to start bigger than you want because some' gonna fall off.

[concasse]

[She'll need a stiff breeze on her side to find it; his name hides behind the curtain of blond hair, unbeknownst to even Sanji. The guy is truly shit at most things shinki.]

Ah, right. I forgot we don't have water with us. [That puts a brief buzz in his good mood, but despite the flicker of annoyance, the man pushes through it with more determination.]

How about this; we make the base a bit bigger -- [He redraws the square that will be their base; still smaller than the girl's first attempt but larger now, to accommodate the need for space] -- and then work it down, like you mentioned.

[And then, while glancing around the sand pit] We got any pails? Shovels?

[anecdaughter]

[Disgraceful...]

Umm...

[She hadn't used any when she made hers, but it wasn't a bad idea... Hazel crawls to the other end of the sandbox, patting at any lumps she finds -- a plastic water bottle? Well, it wasn't too crumpled, so maybe they could use it... Tossing that over -- but there doesn't seem to be any proper tools left behind. On top of the bottle, she brings back a stick and a few cool-looking pebbles to use for decoration, a busted up plastic shovel with a crack down the middle, and a half-melted ladle. The sandbox staple.]

I think kids are supposed to bring their own...

[concasse]

[... What a meager pile of trash they've collected. In particular, that bent, half-melted ladle earns a pitying glance, Sanji tempted to bury it deeper in the sand as an act of mercy.

Ah well. Every setback just fuels his determination. They only lose if they give up.]

It's fine, we can manage with this shit!

[First things first, they need that base. Once Sanji finally gets started, gathering a mound of sand and packing it down into their base of operations, he discovers that the girl was entirely correct, and his hands are perfect for this kind of grunt work. The problem's in the details. For all the man's exuberance, sand-building is not his calling, and it looks less a rectangular block than a flat... shape. A shape of something.

Something that is not a rectangle.]