The mercs had recently been shipped off to Banana Bay for a mission, one of the newer areas, at the time, where they would be assigned missions. Given it was a beach and all, during ceasefire hours, the group went ahead and did what any collected group of assasins and criminals would. Have a 'beach episode'. Quite enthusiastically, the majority of them stripped from their uniforms and sleep clothes, slipping on no more than swim trunks and gathering up whatever they wanted to bring out. Currently, Scout and Soldier stood about knee-deep in the water with water guns, firing at each other with stupid grins on their faces. Demo rested on the bay, snoring away in the sun after drinking so much, while Pyro and Engie covered his lower half in sand, creating a mermaid tail that encased the scot's legs and waist. Medic and Heavy were eating sandviches packed by the latter, sitting together on a towel and making idle banter. Spy sat aside on his own towel, sheltered beneath an umbrella, watching a crab that scuttled up to him and snapped it's little claws in the air, and Sniper had seated himself up near the rockier high ground, birdwatching and occasionally firing stones at bothersome seagulls using a little wooden slingshot he'd brung. The sun shone down brightly from a nearly cloudless sky upon the group, the waves washing over the shores and salting the breeze as it washed up sand and stones. It was a beautiful day, near perfect for such an event.