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[kingtyrantranger]

Who| Jason and the Beachwarmers
What| Going camping! Making friends! A mixed thing, just do whatever and have fun.
Where| On a private island owned by R.J. Brande.
When| Post Naltor and Mystery Plots, pre-next plot
Warnings/Notes| None yet

All in all, the beach itself is gorgeous. Clear waters, a perfect temperature, white sand, some nice, shady woods deeper in on the island... It all looks fantastic, like it came off of a postcard. There's not a hint of land off in the distance, but they can get a threshold gate if the need arises.

Jason honestly didn't plan much out. He's packed for different activities, like food (sadly lacking in hot dogs), sun lotion, drinks (though if you wanted something alcoholic, you'll be disappointed), a beach ball, a volleyball with a net setup, some tents, and some snorkeling gear, all pre-staged on the island. He tried to cover a bunch of activities, but he really didn't have much of an idea of how many people would be showing up or what they'd want to do, so he just prepped for the most possible.

If they day is crisp and beautiful, the night is something else entirely. Still perfectly warm, by the time the Legionnaires have worn themselves out, the stars are out in force. With no light pollution around, the night sky is full of colors and stars, with the visible portion of the Milky Way cutting a majestic arc across the sky. Night swimming is still available, the water's fine and the camp fire is visible for a long way.

[[Whoops, I'd meant to post this on Saturday, but time got away from me. I thought about setting up activities and such, but decided that it'd be best just to let people come up with whatever. If it involves gear of some kind, feel free to handwave that Jason took care of it. There's a few different activity headers put up, so feel free to tag around or post a separate starter if you have any further ideas or want to do something else!

If you didn't tag here, don't worry about it. We can handwave any of that in favor of the main action here.

and now posted in the correct community. Whoops again.]]

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SWIMMING/SNORKELING

[kingtyrantranger]

Re: SWIMMING/SNORKELING

[wherenoonegoes]

There was a large black animal bobbing around in the water, its head occasionally popping out of the ocean with a very obvious mouthful of fish. Anybody who'd run into Toothless before would likely recognize him. Those who hadn't might have some concerns about the safety of Hiccup, who was sitting down with his foot and stump in the water.

[notwithoutafight]

Videl was just here for a nice relaxing swim in frigid ocean water. Climate controlled pools were great and all, but they had nothing on the cold, merciless ocean. Half the struggle of survival swimming in an emergency situation was dealing with cold shock, and Videl wanted to test her limits. (And also, it wouldn't hurt if her boyfriend noticed how great this swimsuit looked on her. He wasn't usually perceptive of these things.)

Her plan was all well all good until she reached the shoreline and saw the large black -- dinosaur? Reptile? Winged…. thing? -- frolicking in the surf. The sight gave her pause. Sure, she'd seen dinosaurs before back home -- but not frequently, since she grew up in cities and dinosaurs seemed to shy away from civilization.

Not far from Videl, closer to the creature than her, lounged a man she recognized only as a fellow Legionnaire. “You not scared of the wildlife?” she ventured.

VOLLEYBALL

[kingtyrantranger]

[headinjuries]

If it involves hitting a ball around, Sam's probably game for trying it at least once, so when a group forms around the volleyball net, he's right there in the middle of it. And then it occurs to him, while they're getting teams picked out, that a game involving a bunch of superheroes kind of comes with a few more questions than a normal one.

"So. Are we banning use of flight rings?"

He's short, it would be good to know upfront.

[the_fuzz]

"And powers?" Judy asked. She could've jumped high enough to play without them, but she couldn't exactly turn them off now.

"I can tweak it down to make it fair, but I can't get rid of mine."

EXPLORING THE WOODS

[kingtyrantranger]

[deafleppard]

Taking a break from the beach-ness of it all, Gwen decided to head out into the woods. Why? No reason other than the fact that there were woods and she just wanted to check them out. She'd brought her backpack along, stuffing her suit and web-slingers inside just in case she end up needing them.

Look, it's not paranoia if it actually happens.

Anyways, through the woods she continued to go. And if anybody else wanted to tag along, she'd be happy to let them come with. You know, until she got tired of the woods... beings woods and largely uninteresting.

CAMPFIRE TALES/COOKING

[kingtyrantranger]

[ringslinging]

Jason may not have planned for it, but Hal knows exactly what a camping trip requires that one can't leave to the teenagers to bring along.

So when everyone piles in by the campfire, there's a cooler off to the side of where he's sitting, and Hal's got a bottle in one hand and the other digging through the pocket of his bomber jacket. "I knew I forgot something." But no bottle opener, no problem, because making himself one is easy and if it's glowing bright green and made out of energy, who cares? It still gets the job done.

If any of his fellow token adults want a beer or three, he's happy to oblige; if any of the teenagers do, they're out of luck.

[wherenoonegoes]

"I think that qualifies as one of the silliest uses for a power I've seen so far," Hiccup said, sitting down next to him.

"Mind if I have one?"

[whyarewehere]

"You're a saint, Hal," Grif declares upon seeing what he's up to. Grif has a good instinct for finding anything unhealthy and, given that the future's stance on animal welfare has denied him true hotdogs, he's not going to pass up the chance to mooch a beer.

"Are you sharing?"

[iamresponding]

"Yeesss. Yoink!"

He grabbed a beer for himself and popped the cap off with his robot arm. It was handy like that. Then he plopped into a chair and got all cozy. Just kicked off his boots and socks and wiggled in, pulling his jacket up a little more tightly around him and digging his toes into the sand.

"God, I can't even remember the last time I was at the beach. When was it --?" He looked genuinely perplexed as he tried to remember and took a sip of his beer. "Five -- no four -- no five. Five years ago. Went with the team. I remember the Toothpick's jaw nearly fell out of his face 'cause he found out Nita had even skimpier bathing suits in her ward-drobe than her everyday wear," he laughed. "Geez."

He dug his toes even more into the sand.

"Hell, one of the last times I was Earthbound I didn't even take off the suit the whole time I was there. Had to quarantine because I was carrying alien pathogens. Actually, to be honest, I didn't take the suit off that often in general. Always working, y'know? I was hardly ever in civvies."

From the outside, it looked little like someone learning to be human again. He looked at the ocean with something like wonder, like he'd forgotten what it looked like. The last of the sun was setting and the lunar debris field still reflected light to Earth like the moon had -- more of it even, because of the wide spead. That light rippled on the water. Legion World reflected light, too, a second, more complete moon in the sky.

"It even looks the same. I know the ocean's supposed to be like that, the same thing forever, but you'd think in the future it'd be, I don't know, purple or something. It looks just like it did back when I was kid, when we went to my aunt's summer house on the Point. Ain't that the damnedest thing? Different universe, 1000 years in the future, and it's the same damn ocean. Geez."

[captainbuzzkill]

A little tendril of teke tried to sneak its way into the cooler, sneak sneak sneak. But that still required the cooler opening, which gave it away.

[nerdninja]

Donnie seems a little absent-minded about the action around the campfire; he'll scarf down a few s'mores, and he'll answer when he's spoken to, but everything he does, he's doing it with one hand, because his other is busy holding his omnicom and sometimes moving it around or fiddling with the settings.

"Why's the reception so bad out here? That shouldn't be happening."

Look, you can lead a nerd away from the internet, but you can't make him accept it.

[notwithoutafight]

When she started her senior year of high school, Videl had been convinced that there was nothing life could throw at her that she hadn't seen before. She'd seen it all, knew it all. She was at the top of her game, champion of justice, protector of her city, darling of the police force. But that was before she was a member of an intergalactic peacekeeping force in a completely different universe, sitting on a log in front of a campfire on who knows what planet next to a mutant turtle complaining about cell phone reception.

Life has its way of pulling the rug out from under you, was the quaint cliché that drifted through Videl's subconscious as she opened a can of soda.

"What kind of deserted island have you been to that has a cell phone tower smack dab in the middle of it?" she asked.

[deafleppard]

"Right?! We're in a future that's so advanced from just about anything we've ever seen in our own worlds... But we still can't get a decent signal out on the beach?" Gwen was upset about this.

Very upset.

[mirror_soldier]

"Maybe someone is doing it on purpose..." The kid muttered.

He'd been in something close to the same mode as Donnie, though more purposefully closed off, with the majority of his attention spent on the Omnicom. And as time has twiddled by he seems to be getting more frustrated with the devices slow speed and lack of responsiveness.

[whyarewehere]

"I still can't believe there are no hotdogs in the future."

Grif is complaining to anyone who will listen. He's volunteered to help man the grill, and is tending some very convincing hotdog impostors at the moment.

Everything they have to grill is happily synthetic or plant-based. It was actually Grif who brought the things-that-are-totally-not-hotdogs himself.

It's starting to seem like he did it just so he could find an excuse to complain about them.

"I mean they look right and they taste right and they feel right, because hotdogs were never real meat anyway," he says. "But it's not the same."

[kingtyrantranger]

[[I should've put this up a week ago! Anyhow, intro threads! Let your characters talk about themselves for a bit, feel free to threadhop and have characters ask one another questions, and let's just get some solid info shared, you know?]]

And now for the important part. S'mores. Jason has a row of marshmallows toasting delicately, with a series of crackers and chocolates, sadly not the required Hershey's, waiting for the feast. He glances up while he goes down the road of sticks, rotating them slightly.

"So, while we're eating, or about to, I figured I'd take this moment to introduce myself. Some of you might know me. I'm Jason Lee Scott. Or Amp, out in the field." He picks up the pace now, going back to the first stick and popping the marshmallow off, sandwiching it between chocolate bar and cracker. As he speaks, he repeats the process a few times, basically just giving a demonstration for the folks who have never made one. "I'm from Angel Grove, California. Earth. It just hit 1994 when I'm from. My powers are, uh. Empathic enhancement or something along those lines. In short, the more other people believe in me, the more I can enhance someone else's powers. Or, by focusing on myself or people without powers, I can make them slightly faster or stronger. We don't know the upper limits for that kind of action, but I'm told that they're relatively low."

Relatively, of course, referring to a team where they've got people who can toss cars like it's nothing.

"I've gotta be close for that to work, though. I'm told that my range increases the more I'm around other people, so I guess my powers are really only useful in groups. I can at least use them to, uh. Sense others around me, though." He shrugs, starting on the second s'more. "I practice a few different martial arts, but I'm not sure the names really matter much here. I used to teach a class down at the juice bar, but that was at home. Uh. I do some other sports, too. Nothing I'm into as much as martial arts, though. I was more into them when I was a kid." He shrugs again. "I'm not sure what else to say. I'll answer questions if anyone's got any, but I think it'd be best if someone else took over here. I mean, the entire point of this was to get to know each other better, you know?"

PARTY GAMES

[kingtyrantranger]

SANDCASTLES

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WATER GUN/BALLOON FIGHTS

[kingtyrantranger]

[thethinzooline]

He was the perfect target. Sitting in a beach chair with his sunglasses on, ignoring everyone by messing around with his omnicom.

They didn't even have great reception and anyone he could've talked to was there at the beach, yet there he was, refusing to look up at everyone.

That total lack of attention to his environment was perfect for someone getting the jump on him. He had those enhanced senses but that meant nothing if he was that heavily focused on something else.

[deafleppard]

Gwen was doing about the same thing, really. She was just going through some old messages and pictures. Thinking about home, about her dad, about the band. But definitely not thinking about how great it would be if she got pelted from behind with a water balloon.

And yet, there was the impact, and there was her back getting soaked. At least she was still in swimwear, and her phone-turned-omnicom was now waterproof, too. Another major plus because Gwen would be having a serious meltdown right now if Brainiac hadn't souped it up like he did.

Back to the part about the water balloon, though.

"Why." She asked out loud. "Out of everyone here, you just had to pick someone who wasn't even doing anything. So... I ask you again. Why?!"