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In the darkness caused by the blackout curtains was the illumination of a computer monitor meekly pouring its light onto the current occupant of the room. Stretching his arms above his head, Mariano would take off his headset and stifle a yawn. An eight hour gaming session was exactly what he needed to get back into Platinum in Overwatch's Competitive Mode, so he was really feeling himself at the moment. Unable to hide his grin, he would shut his computer down and get up, his sore back aching.

As he shuffled towards his bed, his legs hit the edge, and he let himself plop onto it. Just as his eyes were about to close, the tiniest speck of sunlight coming between his curtains would shine on his face. Letting out a dramatic hiss, he jumped back to his feet, pulling the curtain to the side. Letting out a yell as the bright light would cause him some pain in his eyes, he squinted at the bright blue sky.

"[color=blue]Is that the sun?[/color]" He asked himself. After a few seconds of realization, Mariano let out a sigh. He figured this would happen, so he had prepared his bag beforehand. Letting out a groan, he dragged himself to the bathroom, taking a quick shower before changing into his bathing suit and a sleeveless white shirt. After grabbing his bag, he jetted down the stairs, stifling a rather loud yawn as he looked around. He couldn't remember who he was supposed to go with.

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[color=red][i]Sunscreen, flip flops, beach umbrella, sunglasses, towel to dry, towel to lay down on, clothes to change into, extra swimsuit, extra clothes to change into, extra pair of flip flops, hair ties, portable hair blower, soap, deflated beach ball, volleyball, volleyball net, beer, vodka, rum, piña colada mix, sodas, chips, plastic cups, plastic plates, plastic utensils, portable grill, charcoal, matches, lighter fluid, regular lighter--[/I][/color]

Rosalinda was outside, her car's trunk open as she looked around and made sure she had everything she needed. In her hand was her trusty notebook (or as it was so mockingly called, the 'Handy Dandy Notebook') where she had scribbled down her list of things she figured they would need for the beach party. Her sun hat flopped around as she moved around, her round sunglasses protecting her eyes and hiding the fact that they were frantic. Her paranoia made her feel like she was forgetting something, but she had checked twice and had found no differences between what she had in her car and what was on her list.

She was already dressed as well; a flowy, white blouse and a pair of shorts with her swimsuit underneath made her ready for the water. So it wasn't like she wasn't ready, she was, and as she looked across the street, she noticed the Psi Kappa Delta men. Her brown eyes scanned them for a moment, a small frown on her face. At that moment, she heard Anna's yell, making her jump. Shoot, she needed to focus.

Giving up for the moment, she would pocket her notebook as she hung in the doorway, hands on her hips. "[color=red]My car's ready to go,[/color]" She said.