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

[muroieda]

Nope. He definitely would have remembered dragons and sorceresses.

"Huh! How about that. Sounds like it was fun. Too bad I've been spendin' most of me time buried up ta me eyeballs in gunpowder and gelignite."

Probably literally, too, knowing him. He shrugs, knowing full well the implications that he only feels only slightly disappointed that he missed out on dragons in lieu of making explosives. It's not something she's going to be unfamiliar already.

"Yeah, we got this mission in the bag!" he agrees, letting a thumbs up breach the water's surface as he tilts his head to the side and winks.

"Speakin' of bags..." He drops his hand and sits back up again. "What powers did ya end up with, anyway?"

Because that is a completely rational and clear segue.

[justice_from_above]

To be fair the dragon was a manifestation of fire and not exactly a real dragon, and the sorceress was Videl under a spell, and that was just their own little slice of the mission and didn't reflect what others were up against. Still ... yes, it was fun.

Fareeha smiles at the subject change, not sure what bags have to do with powers, but at this point it just feels like a natural train of thought coming from Jamison.

"Increased strength and reflexes, and ability to infer someone's true intentions. They're a little ... dramatic, when I use them, so I'll save you the demonstration." As well, there was a part of her that liked the idea of a dramatic reveal. "What about you?"

[muroieda]

He opens his mouth as soon as she explains what her powers are, but immediately closes it when she says I'll save you the demonstration. Well, so much for that idea. He pouts a little, but it's hard to stay upset when someone asks him what his powers are.

"I can make any container a bottomless pit."

It doesn't sound that flashy, he knows. Jamie looks off to the side and grabs the glass his drink came in, and he slurps up the last mouthful in the bottom of it and pulls the straw out and holds it lengthwise in his mouth, then tilts the glass to the side and partially submerges it into the water, allowing the pool water to flow into it freely.

And flow. And flow. And flow.

The glass never fills up, despite being held under for long enough to have filled a glass its size twenty times over. There's nothing about the scene that seems that weird, like observing an optical illusion that makes sense before you start really focusing on the details, so there's no way to see where the water actually goes.

When he feels like he's made his point, he uprights the glass and holds it upward, as if it only weighed as much as it should while holding the 2 inches deep water currently contained within it. He tilts the glass to the side, and all the water from earlier starts pouring out, almost endlessly.

Without comment, he simply looks at Fareeha to study her reaction.

[justice_from_above]

Sorry Jamie, you're just going to have to get her mired in enough trouble to merit using her powers if you want to see them.

In response to his, though, she looks perplexed, and then watches as he fills up the glass -- and fills, and fills, and fills, and then empties the improbably amount of water back into the tub.

"That is extremely useful." She might be a little jealous. "Any container, you say? What about if you make it yourself?"

[muroieda]

Good thing his specialty is trouble.

"Any container," he specifies as an answer to her question along with a smirk. "If it can hold something, and I can get it to fit through the opening, anything can hold anything."

[justice_from_above]

"That's pretty impressive." She means it, and it's a good skill to have in the face of their current mission.

What's not impressive, however, is the now residue of daiquiri that's floating in with the bathwater. Besides, she's getting all pruney now. She politely excuses herself and gets out of the tub to towel off and start getting dressed. "I'm going out for a run, I'll be back in a couple hours."

[muroieda]

There she goes again, just...doing her thing like that. It's a little easier not to stare when she's at a distance, but is it necessarily any better to have a moment to admire the whole picture instead of leering at the specifics?

"Hours?" he asks. It's not that he doesn't believe that she's the kind to take that long of a run--in fact, he knows now--but they've already had an awfully busy day. Junkrat is generally the embodiment of uncontrollable energy, and even he feels like lounging around lazily for the rest of the day.

Then again, it's not like he has nothing to do.

"Sure, mate. I'm gonna get ready fer 'morrow." It probably won't take too long. "Meetcha back'ere?"

[justice_from_above]

"Meet you back here." she confirms.

And yeah there might not be two hours worth of trails on the beach and within the resort area itself, but running isn't the only thing she's doing. She walks and enjoys the glades in the dwindling light, and sits and thinks on the sand, looking out into the ocean.

She wonders what the others are up to. If anyone is facing a similar moral dilemma. How much do their lives at home rule them here?

Her time management is right on par, though, so she's arriving back at their suite just shy of two hours. She looks around to see what he's up to before heading to the shower because she is sweaty and gross.

[muroieda]

When she gets back, he's actually in the plant-like bed, pointedly taking up only the left half of it as he's reclined up a stack of pillows and playing games on his omnicomm. The covers are pulled up to his hips, knees bent over a pillow underneath, so it's hard to determine if he's still completely naked under them. He looks up from it when Fareeha comes back, and he gives her a short wave before she heads to the shower.

"Feelin' better?" he asks when she finishes up and comes back.

[justice_from_above]

She's hoping he's not naked under there; she may be ambivalent about it in some respects but she does have her limits.

"Better. This whole day has been ... something of a wild ride, but overall ... therapeutic." She smiles at him, taking a brush to her hair and tidying up a few things before climbing into the plant-bed thing next to him. She links her fingers together and slips her hands behind her head.

"So, tomorrow's the big day. How are you feeling about it, all things considered?"

[muroieda]

Well...

It was either that or his normal clothes. It's not like he's ever owned a pair of pyjamas.

He shrugs. "Feelin' like it's gonna be a walk in the park compared ta today," he says honestly. "I grew up in a desert forgotten by the rest of the country and the government; a two-day hike through a living forest is nothin'. What about you?"

[justice_from_above]

Junkrat she will lend you her extra set of running pants if you need pajama pants. She totally packed extra running pants because she comes prepared.

She smirks and huffs a disdainful breath of air through her lips. "Easy. I've trained for survival in much harsher environments and circumstances." She looks over at him, "I think we've got this."

[muroieda]

Would they fit him though?

"Exactly. Figure an early sleep and a big breakfast and we'll be all set."

He sinks deeper into the covers. One day full of emotion, excitement, and two alcoholic drinks later, and he's more than happy to pass out as soon as possible.

[justice_from_above]

A little short on the leg, a little wide on the thighs, maybe.

"Sounds like a plan to me."

She pokes at her omnicomm, setting an alarm, and then sets it aside and slides down under the covers herself. "Goodnight, Jamison." She turns on her side and bunches her pillow under head, before letting out a contented sigh.

[muroieda]

"'Night, Fee," he echoes back, rolling over once to turn the light off.

Not that it matters, because his hair casts enough light as it is. No small wonder that he doesn't set the bed on fire.