do you suppose that, waiting hands on eyes, Veronica has gone to hide?
It had been a long day. A long, nervewracking, more than slightly disturbing day, and Veronica Mars never wanted to live another one like it. Unfortunately, the way this island worked, he figured that was a lost cause.
That didn't mean he had to like it. On the bright side, the rain had long since stopped and the sand was dry again, so he took off his shoes and, carrying them in one hand, headed off down the beach. He was in no mood to be hanging out in the Compound with all the others, still freaking out or making the best of their respective sex changes. Veronica Mars had never wanted to be a boy, and now he knew he really didn't want to be a boy.
He sank down onto the sand, then crumpled up his jacket and lay down with it under his head. That was moderately comfortable. The stars were beautiful overhead, and the sound of the crashing waves, always comforting to Veronica, reminded him of home.
[Open to anyone on the beach. Old friends definitely are welcome, but those of you who want to meet her are also lovely. <3]
[Summary: Boy!Veronica's adventures continue as she makes an island enemy at long last - watch out, Power Ranger -, is quiet and sort of awkward with now-a-girl-political!Sam, and even more awkwardly goes swimming with girl!Chase, who is super hot and you know it.]