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It'd only taken a few days out in the sun for Spike to find out that he didn't in fact freckle, as he'd wondered four, nearly five, years ago. Even still, he much preferred to lounge underneath a tree and…not enjoy, really, but take in the summer-like weather.

Typically, he wasn't the summer-loving type. All right, so two centuries ago, he might've written a crappy poem or two comparing a certain bitch to a Shakespearean summer's day, but he'd long ago learned his lesson. Anyway, he wasn't the picnic-having type, not in the least bit, but at the same time, he imagined that if Buffy, or even Dawn, asked, he'd do it, no question.

...Those two had completely changed him, hadn't they? Bloody Summers women.

With a roll of the eyes, he took out a pack of cigarettes he'd (surprisingly) found in his duster days ago, and his lighter. He pulled out a cigarette from the box and lit it as he continued to enjoy the solitude of the afternoon.

A nice day, Martha had decided, required iced tea. Only this time, she thought, ones that didn't  have alcohol in them.

With a snort to herself, she set her finished drink down, and lay back on the towel that served as her surface for a bit of sunbathing, closing her eyes and soaking up the rays in a bikini top and shorts - namely the shorts she'd gotten the day she'd run into Jack at the Boutique and had him critique their fit. Not that there'd been much critiquing...

She had to give Here a bit of credit; the chances that she'd ever get a break from Torchwood long enough to do this were just about non-existent. No more thinking, she decided at that point. Just lots of enjoying the warm sun against her skin.

Peyton walked outside to the two trees Layla had grown for her mom and Ellie. She had picked some flowers for both of them and had taken them with her.
She kneeled down in front of her mom's. She loved Ellie but she had loved her more like a friend than like a mother. That place would always be Anna Sawyer's.
"Hey Mom" she said "It was a long time we hadn't talked, I know. But I had no place to do so until now. But see what great friends I found here too? Layla grew this tree for you so I could have somewhere to talk to you" she smiled and talked some more: how she had gotten there, meeting Lucas again, meeting new people and making new friends...
She turned to Ellie too a few times and talked to her tree about her music and how the CD they had created did in the shops and so on.
She had missed talking to them.

It's a beautiful, sunny day, and for Kitty Pryde, that means summer, and summer means ice cream, and she hasn't had her 'first summer ice cream' yet, but that's going to change.

She's by the outdoor pool, because it's hot and what's the point of eating ice cream if you're cold? She's wearing the blue bikini she got from the Boutique ages ago, it seems, with a pair of navy shorts currently covering the bottoms. Her feet are bare and her hair is loose and a bit messy, but she doesn't care. She's sitting on one of the lawn chairs, a small tub of double chocolate mocha ice cream - with chocolate chips - which she ordered from one of the restaurants, on the chair between her legs, and a very, large spoon in one hand.

"Here's to summer," Kitty says aloud, even though she's by herself. She takes a big scoop of the ice cream and sticks it into her mouth.

[[ OOC: Meeting the Summer Modly Challenge, but as usual, SlowTime is inevitable. Thank you. :D ]]

Who: Lee Apollo Adama, OTA
Where: the bar.

Lee carried the watermelon into the bar. He was a man on a mission and he needed vodka. He was also going to need a little assistance in the making of the vodka/watermelon.

He looked at the bar a little unsure, ok the bar tended to give you single drinks no problem but entire bottles, he wasn't sure.

He rested the watermelon on the bar whilst he read the menu.







ETA: warning comments in the Kara/Lee thread get adulty, they should just get a room.

Who knew that tea could be iced? And that it could be delicious?

And so Elaine sits, enjoying the day with iced tea and a book of poetry.

She has been feeling rather drowsy of late, but it is a lovely day and even though she is a little sleepy, she's enjoying the sun and warmth. Though at any moment, she may just start an impromptu nap.

It has been happening more and more often of late. Though she feels fine--wonderful, in fact. Her days are full of love and her nights even more so, with Sparhawk by her side.

Mostly, she just feels content.

River has her skirts tucked up and is wading along the shore of the lake. Tiny fishes come up to nibble at her feet and she looks at them, fascinated by them.

They were called 'minnows' on Earth-That-Was, she thought. They had such bright, smooth souls, like lines of light in her brain.

"Small souls. Small lives," she murmurs, watching their sleek silver bodies dart in the bright sunlight.

But there are many. River wishes Simon could see this place. She misses him.

"Swimming from the moment you're born. Don't learn, don't have to. It's all instinct."

There seem to be many people wandering about. But the climate is generous and pleasant. It makes sense.

[ooc: please look at this post before tagging, please. :) ]

Abby Sciuto likes summer, she just doesn't like the sun. So she's out by the lake, having a little picnic lunch and debating whether or not she's going to go swimming today. To protect her pale complexion, she has a black, lacey parasol over one shoulder. She's still wearing black, but it's a sheer, black top with long sleeves over a black tank top and long, tight pants that end about mid-calf. Her feet are actually bare at the moment, though a pair of black sandals are nearby.

She's enjoying some mushroom quiche, cold and a Greek Salad, all requested from the Pantry Restaurant in a little take-out basket, along with two of her substitute Caff-Pow! drinks. Maybe after lunch - and having digested for a bit - she'll try swimming, or at least paddling in the water.

Listening to music on her iPod, she gazes across the lake. It really is a beautiful day, and she's trying not to think about her family and friends back home.


[[ OOC: Meeting the Summer Modly Challenge, but SlowTime is inevitable. Thank you. :) ]]