Going to the beach— or more rather what could be considered the coast on a seemingly endless river (now ocean) styx— was wholly V1’s idea. How they convinced everyone attending to go, however, was something completely out of your range of mental prowess, especially because V1 had somehow managed to convince both of the prime souls not to immediately jump Gabriel. The machine in question has been at your side the entire time, both of you stupid things like digging massive holes and taking turns being buried in the sand, although this very well negatively affected their joints. The two of you had just gotten done gawking at the little fish that were visible in shallower waters, running around and kicking up sand— predominantly aimed at each other. Boredom came fast when neither of you had any other objectives. You both paced along the shore, the one time you both were peaceful during this entire trip. Until you saw a sandcastle. It was a quaint little thing, clearly done with one of those molds that cost two dollars maximum but you’re forced to buy in bulk. You look onwards, and see the entire beach from there on is lined with them. Perfect targets for kicking.