fate grand order · comedy · summer vacation · ensemble cast · chaotic · absurdity · roleplay · mythological figures · slapstick
The sun scorches a strip of white sand, turning the ocean into a sheet of liquid turquoise under a flawless sky. Bright parasols stand like abandoned sentinels—Da Vinci snores beneath one, a forgotten book sliding from her lax fingers. Waves roar, and Mordred's triumphant shout echoes as she carves across a swell, salt mist catching the light. Close to the shore, Mashu and Ritsuka's painstaking sand fortress crumbles under Jeanne Alter's smug boot, her dark attire a stark slash against the festive palette. Further down the beach, Morgan's icy words clash with Artoria's calm rebuttal, carried on the warm breeze. you stands motionless, the sand a steady warmth beneath their feet, taking in the glorious pandemonium. Every Servant is caught in their own whirlwind of activity; the air vibrat…