TO HAVE AND TO HOLD [modplot]

[letsgolegion]

Who| Anyone who wants in
What| "To Have and to Hold" plot
Where| The planet Olum, Matihara Temple
When| Set vaguely the same time as "Gods Among Us" and "Other Mother"
Warnings/Notes| N/A

The planet Olum is a genuinely welcoming place. While the clothes they have to wear for the rituals are a bit...odd (provided they don't opt for coverups), they are comfortable, especially with such a balmy climate. Despite the Olumites allowing outsiders into their ceremonies, there's a distinct lack of tourist-ey elements; no gift shops, no merchants selling anything, just a spirit of genuine unity and celebration. The Olumite marriage guides seem to genuinely care about helping people with their relationships, and seem happy to share their cultural traditions with other species.

As far as missions go, it's definitely a nice vacation from the usual life or death struggles.

It means the Legionnaires have no distractions. They have to settle in and try to navigate this while faking sincerity as best as they can.

[ooc: All information about the setting can be found on the infopost.]

Comments

[thedreamisdead]

"No pain, no gain, 'darling'." She holds out a hand to help him stand. Cortana's nowhere to be seen, of course. Probably got tired of listening to them snore. "I haven't really gone swimming in years. Not a lot of call for it in the city, though it's supposed to be a good workout. That might be a good idea."

The more she thinks on it, the better it seems. She even manages a smile at the thought.

[nofortunateson]

"I haven't exactly been putting in laps myself, spending most of my time on a spaceship." North takes the hand up, lifting himself out of the unfamiliar plushness of the bed and, with an exaggerated courtliness, bowing to kiss her knuckles before he releases them. "After you, dearest."

It's risking being slapped, but he's not a man to back down from a challenge.

[thedreamisdead]

"I spend as much time as possible on Earth. Never been a fan of going out into space." Too many horror stories. Too many colony wars.

She doesn't slap him, though the urge to swat is there. Her nostrils flare slightly and she tilts her chin, narrowing her eyes. Oh. So it's gonna be like that, disregarding the fact that she probably started this. She turns and saunters out the room, trying to remember the layout of the area from yesterday. "So, running or swimming? Or both?"

[nofortunateson]

"A run down the beach and a swim back up?" He follows, smiling too sweetly to not betray some sense of victory, however temporary. If they have to fake being in a relationship that is clearly not in the cards, the least they can do is have some fun with it. For a very specific definition of fun.

[thedreamisdead]

"Sure." She flashes a wicked smile over her shoulder. "Which beach?" Ha. Two can play at that game, though it probably doesn't count as 'playing' when you pull out the nuclear option four turns in.

The important thing is winning.

[nofortunateson]

"I hear the west beach is pretty. Romantic, even." He also hears that it's long. And, if memory serves, has a steeper drop-off away from shore than the other beaches. The sky's just lightening, and the smile he shoots back is earnest rather than teasing, a mirror-flash back of that challenge and anticipation. Soon enough they'll have to get back to relaxation and pet names, but at least for a little while, he can throw himself into the world he's used to.

[thedreamisdead]

And in the clothed section. Your weakness is her victory, North. Her return smirk has a smug sense of superiority tagged onto it, but it fades pretty quick. After all, too much pride is unbecoming of a Judge.

It isn't far to the beach. America drags her toe across the sand, drawing a line, soon after as they hit it. "What do you think, from here... Down to that pair of trees we saw yesterday? Or do you think you can go further than that?" Even if pride was unbecoming, it didn't stop good-natured ribbing.

[nofortunateson]

"Oh, yeah. I can make it to the outcropping, easy." An easy roll of his shoulders, a glance sidelong and lift of his eyebrows that edges into flirtatious territory. Especially with the way he leans into her personal territory, threatening a kiss to her shoulder if she doesn't move quickly to dodge it. "But I wouldn't want to push you into anything, honey."

[thedreamisdead]

Her hand blurs into motion, but she stops the reflexive interception short and simply taps his lips with a finger. "You'd have to catch me to push me. Daddy."

He won that one, she guesses.

She shifts, stretching out, and eyes the coastline. "About where should we swim to?"