[Santo - The Beach]

[walk_ins]

[master post]

You have to walk down a ramp to get to the sand. The ramp stretches over sand dunes, with sea oats dotting them, blowing in the near-constant breeze. On the same level as the ramp: a boardwalk, dotted with places to get sketchy-looking fried food, to try your luck at a number of games of chance, to watch performers, to ride roller coasters of the future!!!!

When you walk down the ramp, it's all white sand and blue water. Down about half a mile is a pier that juts out several hundred feet.

It's a nice beach. Not too crowded.

Comments

[simon_doctor]

"I'm glad to hear that," he says, and it's only a tiny bit wry.

Because, all humor aside, he is glad to see Hawkeye this relaxed.

God knows he needs it.

[yankeedoodle_dr]

Hawkeye would resent that thought. Or is it resemble? Either way.

"Oh good," says Hawkeye. "I'd be glad to hear your thoughts on some sort of horrible fried food from the boardwalk." He gestures with one hand. "You know, the kind of stuff that you warn patients against, that'll clog your arteries like a couple of grease-flavored tanks."

[simon_doctor]

"Hmm. Do you want the kind that pretends to have actual food content, or the nothing-but-empty-calories-and-we-don't-care-who-knows-it kind?"

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"The second one," says Hawkeye. "Definitely the second one. I'm working on convincing the mess hall to add stuff like that onto the menu; they've got the grease and the pretending to have actual food content down pat, but the taste needs work."

[simon_doctor]

"There's a stand somewhere about here that claims to be selling fried custard, if that sounds appealing."

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"That sounds," says Hawkeye, happily, "perfectly disgusting."

In other words: perfectly perfect.

[simon_doctor]

Simon just shakes his head, chuckling.

[yankeedoodle_dr]

Hawkeye starts slogging his way out of the water. "What're you doing standing around, when we could be deteriorating our arterial systems beyond repair?"

[simon_doctor]

"When you put it that way?"

He starts to follow.

"I can't imagine."

[yankeedoodle_dr]

He claps him on the shoulder. "That's the spirit."