Beach Party Thread(Non-Canon)

[Shang Tsung]

Proto Man watched Guu and Mickey teleport (you gais don't have those powers).

Then he turned and looked over at Omni, who was chillin on the beach like a baws.

The robot took his palm and placed it against his face.

[Omni]

Rose shows up. She clutches one of the jellied pieces of Super Buu in her hand dramatically. "FATHERRRRRR!" she says, wincing in emotional pain. "Ow," it says.

[Mickey Mouse]

"Guu, clearly Proto Man high-fived Omni at the beginning of this thread," Mickey scolded his new gf.

"Oh," Guu said, teleporting them back to the beach.

[Violet]

"Oh, he's ok. Flesh wounds." Violet scoffed, looking at her offspring. "By the way, HII."

[Michael]

Michael was seated at the bar, sipping on a nice cold glass of pepsi as he watched the odd goings on with a look of utter confusion and mild discomfort. He had no idea what the hell was going on, and didn’t really feel like being a part of it. Wait… Why was he here then?

Michael suddenly realizes that not only does he have no idea how he got here, but he also is perplexed by the odd soft drink in his hands that he never ordered and the fact that he was only dressed in a daring white speedo that he had absolutely no recollection of changing into. Without a shirt. His wings fluttered behind him in their new-found freedom.

Michael let out an odd squeak in surprise and terror, the wings pulled tightly to Michael’s back as he looks back to see if anyone saw.

Pepsi man saw. He gave Michael a friendly eyeless grin, offering him a refill of pepsi.

Michael had a distant expression on his face as he turned away.

“I would appreciate a refill, thank you.”

Michael got a refill of pepsi.

[Guu]

"Lesigh, that was anti-climatic." She said angrily. "Damn you Proto! Enforcing the rules in an OOC thread!"

She grabs Mickey by the hand and pulls him along.

"Fine, buy me a drink instead."

[Gilgamesh]

Gilgamesh saw the young girl.

"Bubblegum is that you?"

Mickey turned his head towards the young lady.

"Bubblegum? Is that his pet name for you?! YOU'RE CHEATING ON ME?!"

[Gildarts]

Gildarts was encompassed in the warm summer light. Fortunately over his nose, he wore the best pair of sunglasses on the beach, he adjusted them on his face and puffed out his chest. One might even have called him with his new accessory, "Classy."

The Ray-ban's shadow hovered over his nose as he strolled over to the shade of the bar, and beckoned someone for a drink.

[Guu]

Guu was quick to intervene.

"No no no, that's just gil. Old friend from grade school." She said. She leaned in to whisper. "Tried dating once, didn't work out, bad lay."

Mickey chuckled. Guu and Gilgamesh do a long elaborate handshake that took 5 minutes to pull of.

Then suddenly, Omni appeared, lightning sparking the beach. He approached Mickey.

"Don't think I'm letting you off that easily." He said, with a smile.

[Broly]

The giant tyrannosaur ran across the beach chasing after a Frisbee. With a ear splitting roar Grimlock jumped into the air to catch the plastic disc. Swallowing it whole he landed on the sandy beach and skid to a stop.

[Doomguy]

I slowly began to wonder what madness had crept over everyone here. Probably the food. Although since I've already eaten two hot dogs and a hamburger, I was already too deep into this. I hoped I didn't do anything stupid.

I was still in debate of whether I should get on the dance floor when I saw at the bar the that it seemed like one of the guys I blasted with the BFG and Omni were in an argument over Guu, off all people. Not one to condemn violence, I shouted over to them.

"Just fight already!"

[Gildarts]

Gildarts leaned on the bar, both his arms intact as he fumed a cigarette from his parted lips and blew the smoke at Diablo.

"So, you been seeing anyone lately?" Gildarts made small talk.

"Nah man but look at all the bras around. I'll give that one a good [CENSORED] spanking." Diablo winked at Gildarts, who carried his drink away before spilling it all over a young girl with silver eyes.

"WHAT THE FUCK BUDDY! I just ironed this!" Caira swore as she immediately stripped off her ruined sundress in one fluent motion.

[Michael]

Michael idly wonders how he didn’t notice the Devil himself joining him and that other guy at the bar.

Taking a sip of his pepsi, Michael looks over the other shenanigans going on nearby, like how God is getting ready to fight with a short anthropomorphic rodent.

Looking up to the clouds, Michael isn’t sure what to believe anymore.

[Guu]

Guu turns towards the distant DoomGuy, yelling out to him.

"They would, but Greg and Jacob went to bed already!"

She turned back to Mickey and Omni who are now frozen in time. She sits down and groans impatiently.

[Gildarts]

Gildarts jaw hung unhinged as the cigarette was lost from his mouth and fell onto the crispy sand.

He couldn't believe his luck, a woman with beautiful dark hair had just stripped in front of him, exposing her skin that shimmered like starlight, and he could only imagine her form behind the simple black bikini she had on.

He couldn't believe his luck, for he had just dumped a drink on her. "I'm SO-"

The smooth Diablo intercepted his sentence, "My miss... I've never met a monk who swears... Let me know if I can get you anything." His tone was inclined at flattery, as his eyes shot her an easy glance.

"There's more where that came from, pal!" A wink flickered in her eye as she rushed away and Gildarts was left standing in the dust, his glass, half empty.

[Darth Vader]

"What in Seven Hells?!" Jon gasped as he suddenly warped into the vicinity, heartbeat racing with surprise and shock. He inhaled sharply, taking some moments to quickly recompose himself, as well as gather his bearings.

Where was he? Everywhere he looked... sand, sand for miles. The crashing lull of the waves soon grabbed his attention, and Jon found himself turning his head to look to his right. Seawater.

Snow blinked, then looking down at himself. His attire both looked, and certainly felt different. Instead of his usual battered-looking fur garbs, Jon now sported a plain, black t-shirt, with black swimtrunks to match. Two dark-colour pairs of flip-flops stuck to his feet, protecting his skin and flesh from the warm wrath of the sand beneath him. All that remained of his old clothing now was the cloak, the fluffy accessory sitting neatly around his shoulders. The cloak was too much of a recognisable fashion statement for him to just simply lose like that.

Jon slowly reached up, pulling the black aviators over his forehead down so they covered his eyes. He suddenly found himself being able to see more clearly and with less glint from the overhead sun, now.

Jon Snow wanted to mentally question what exactly it was that was going on, but then he remembered this was the Omniverse and not Westeros, and that few things made actual sense here.

"Never been to a beach before..." the bastard of Winterfell shrugged his shoulders, uncanningly trying to make some light of a weird situation. He turn to face the horizon, staring out toward the deep blue, a feeling of serenity and calm overtaking him. The gulls cawed and sung from overhead, and Jon smiled faintly.

Maybe this of all situations wasn't so bad.

[Caira Ayryn]

"Can I by you a drink?" His voice was drowned by the shuffle of her fading footsteps. With a heavy sigh he hung his shoulders back and flexed his muscles.

"Wow it's good to have both arms back. I haven't felt this good for years!" He spoke to Diablo again, and his eyes met with the bartender who refilled his drink.

"Hey man! Gotta keep it fresh!" Pepsi sizzled in his glass, Gildarts took a sip before spewing the pop from his lips.

SPLLLLLLLLL!!!

"What is this!? Are you trying to poison me? Where is my ale?"

"Oh man, be cool that's Pepsi, the world's finest drink."

"Might I have a beer instead?"

Pepsiman narrowed his eyes, "Oh sure, it's not like this is a kid's show or anything. Let me just relight you a cigarette while I'm at it and make a sign saying that we are offering free shots to anyone under ten." Sarcasm was laden in Pepsi's voice, but the oblivious Gildarts seemed content and expectantly awaited the beer that would never come.


Meanwhile, the Camelot King perched high on his wooden throne, spied a girl in danger, and rushed over to her aid.

"My lady," the King bowed to the recovering monk who had just had a run in with Diablo, and another soulless ginger, "Are you formidable? Can you stand? I saw what happened and I was so caught in your eyes that I couldn't help but to ask."

Caira spun around quickly, ready to slap whoever had gotten close to her, but as she turned, she saw only the piercing blue eyes of Aragorn, Camelot's King. "My lord!" The would-be solder dipped into a demure kneel before him, her hair and shoulders leaned in his direction.

He ordered with his deep voice, and puffed out his chiseled chest, "Rise." His voice commanded something more than the action, and between them a spark of summer romance was ignited.

[Ganondorf]

Like a bronze statue, a lone man strode along the beach, his skin in stark contrast to the bright sand. He gleamed with sun-tan oil and sweat, his crimson hair tied back into a large, bushy ponytail. A true Adonis, Ganondorf’s body was chiseled from head to toe, even his forehead looked muscular, and his chest, arms, and legs sported precisely the right amount of hair to set off his rugged look. To ensure that everyone had the absolute best view of his perfection, the Gerudo simple wore a speedo, a Triforce emblazoned on the crotch and letting everyone know just where the King of the Sands derived his Power from.

Several beach-goers were blinded by Ganon’s oiled skin, his physique shining like a dark mirror, and the Gerudo King grinned, his eyes flashing mischievously behind his Ray-Bans. When he’d appeared here, Ganondorf had initially been confused as to what was going on. But now he knew. He was here to look good, be awesome, and hit on anything and everything. There were several beings here already who drew the Dark Lord’s eye, but for now he was content to simply look good and be the object of their desire.

[Proto Man]

Things were getting real weird.

Proto Man just sat against an umbrella and sipped at his coconut. A few feet away, the man and the man-sized turtle stood, glaring at random things that caused them displeasure.

"Weird place," a voice said, causing Proto Man to crane his neck around to glance at a pale-skinned man wearing a bandanna and black-blue trunks.

"Who are you?" The preteen machine asked.

"Oh, that's Seventeen," another voice replied. Proto turned to see a normal-looking guy with unkempt brown hair and black glasses. Whoever he was, he was looking up from a seemingly endless stack of documents labeled 'Lab Reports,' although most of them seemed to be half-written, half-scrawled onto college-rule notebook paper. They didn't look like official reports in any sense of the word. "He's my OG."

[Mickey Mouse]

Mickey vs Omni begins here.

"Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, motherfucker." Mickey attacked Omni.