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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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Grif shakes his head. "You know, it's still really hard for me to imagine all of this. Look at my world. We've got one species doing everything, and we spent most of our time tearing each other apart until the aliens showed up. It's kind of hard to picture. Like... do elephants and mice get along? Do cats and dogs live together? Do giraffes have special cars?"

It's like something out of a picture book for babies. Grif can't wrap his brain around it.

Nick took a deep breath and let it out.

"Hot dog." He held out a paw. "A hot dog for answers. And I get to ask questions about your weird one-species human Earth, too."

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Grif considers the bargain carefully, more carefully than most people because it's Grif bargaining with food, then nods. "Alright. But they're not hotdogs. I don't know what I'm calling them yet, but I know I'm not going to let them steal away one of my sweet, sweet memories of home."

He puts one into a bun for Nick. "Condiments are in the cooler there. So tell me, giraffes: special cars? Or do they stick their heads out the moon roof?"

Nick did not say thank you. Aside from not being the type to say thank you, it was all part of a deal. One thing for another. You didn't thank people for their half of the deal. He got up to get some mustard and relish out of the cooler and piled it on.

"Giraffes do have special cars. Mice and elephants get along fine, although mice do get a little nervous when they're around each other, but that's the same with most large herd animals. They're just afraid to get tripped on -- accidental stamping deaths do happen, even though they're rare because the infrastructure is set up to help prevent it. Cats and dogs live together occasionally. They're both predators and while interspecies romances are a little uncommon, they still happen. Usually they happen most often between predators and other predators or prey and other prey."

Mmm, hot dog. It was a perfectly good and delicious soy dog, thank you very much.

"See," says Grif, "it's weird because we don't have talking animals, but we have all this stuff we've made up about what animals would be like if they talked anyway."

"Like... one day some guy decided elephants would be scared of mice, and I guess everybody agreed and then it's in all the cartoons. And cats and dogs are enemies."

That reminds him of something.

"Do you guys say "fighting like cats and dogs" or is that not a thing?"

None of these details are important, but they're somewhat interesting. "Somewhat interesting" conversations have sustained Grif through years of the soul-sucking boredom between stupid firefights with Blue Team. Talking at length about things that don't matter much is comfortable.

"It's sometimes a thing but it's generally considered something that evokes hurtful stereotype about feline-canine relations."

The fact these humans would make up all this stuff about imaginary mammal people was weird.

"Why would you have these stories about people like us? We don't have any stories about imaginary pink people."

Grif shrugs. "I don't know, I guess they're supposed to trick you into learning things?" he says. "Like with morals. Because stories about animals are more fun than saying 'Hey kid if you're lazy nobody will like you and you won't have nice things'."

He scowls a little at that, probably remembering something, then winces as the scowl interacts with his bruised face. Stupid wall-running.

"So you tell the kids a nice story about how three little pigs built houses and the lazy ones built shitty houses, so a wolf knocks them down and eats the lazy ones."

He flips some finished soy burgers into a pan as adds, "Or at least that's the version I got. Some people's moms tell them they get captured and then when the hard working pig beats the wolf he goes and rescues the lazy ones. Kids are so soft these days."

Nick suddenly had a look on his face like he wanted to strangle something.

"Of course the stories about wolf-people would involve them eating innocent prey. In other worlds. Where they're not even real. Of course."

He took a bite of his hot dog.

"And of course it's being taught to kids," he said, around a full mouth. "Lemme guess, all the fox-people in stories are untrustworthy and trick people, often for financial gain."

Grif shrugs. "I mean, if animal people even do money in the stories. Sometimes they don't even do pants. It's weird. People don't think about this stuff and the ones that do are creepy as hell."

Grif is not going to explain furries to Nick. Grif is barely willing to remember that furries exist.