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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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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.

"Well, cell phones are a good comparison for the functionality, but not so much for the infrastructure..."

Uh-oh. Nerd mode activated.

"The signals actually aren't reliant on towers, since they need to be operable on any planet we visit, with no guarantee that they'd have that kind of a network already in place. So since they need to work off a more robust system that doesn't require any extra structures in place -"

Please stop him, Videl. Before it's too late.

She opened her mouth to remark on just how similar she thought the omnicoms were to cell phones, but found herself suddenly the unwitting recipient of an impromptu lecture on technology. Videl was momentarily inclined to listen for the sake of being polite to a teammate, but thought better of it when she remembered how long Gohan could ramble about technological stuff that she neither understood nor cared about.

"- then they're having signal failure just to spite you," Videl finished. She shrugged and grinned. "Even all this fancy future tech can't make cell phones any less annoying."

"Technology doesn't do spite."

Although, given that they were in the future, with intelligent robots and stuff.

"Er, non-sentient technology doesn't do spite. I don't know if the Roboticans here do that or not, now that I think about it."

The whats? Videl raised a disbelieving brow at the thought of a rank-and-file army of chrome robots a la old comic books that the name 'Roboticans' conjured in her imagination. She held off on remarking about that.

"I dunno about that," she offered skeptically, half to continue baiting him and half out of sincere believe that technology liked to be a dick whenever it damned well pleased. "Why else would my computer go out in the middle of the night while I'm writing an essay that's due the next day?" For every time that happened to her, it had happened five times to Erasa.

"It could be lots of things, really. What kind of anti-virus software are you using?"

A completely sincere answer for a not entirely sincere question.

The amused smirk that had been tugging at the corner of Videl's mouth fell as her tease was completely and utterly missed. He suddenly reminded Videl very strongly of her oblivious boyfriend's similar tendency to completely miss insinuations and hear only the literal spoken words.

"Whatever it came with, I think," she started to answer sincerely, then stopped herself with a vigorous shake of the head. "Augh, no that's not the point!" she snapped, a bit more heatedly than she intended. "How come you're so hung up on that thing out here?"

"Camping's not really my thing."

Vicious understatement, really.

"Really?" Videl was having a hard time imagining a better way to spend her down time. This place was practically an island paradise.

"Then why come out here?" she asked. "Jason doesn't seem like the kind of guy who'd force you into it."

"It's team-building, right? That's the kind of thing I figure I ought to be around for. I'm just...a lot better with machines than nature."

Videl offered an understanding shrug. "I can't argue with that; we're not much of a team here with the Legion yet." It wasn't with any anger that she said this; simply a statement of fact.

She grinned, a thought occurring to her. “I bet neither of us can list five facts about each other without looking the other up on the omnicom.”

"You know, I...think you're probably right about that."

Donnie frowned. What did he know about Videl? He'd gotten the impression that she liked and was good at punching things, but that was about it.

Donnie seemed defeated, but Videl was still up to the challenge. "Let me try, let me try."

She bounced a little in her seat with excitement, eager to show off (although, in all likelihood, she was just going to embarrass herself). She'd been trying to learn the names and faces of all the active Legionnaires since she arrived.

"Let's see. Your name's Donatello," she recounted, holding up one finger. His name was easy; a unique name to go with a unique appearance. "You're from Earth... the same one the fox guy is from, right?" 'Alternate Earth' was a safe guess with just about everyone.

"Umm..." Crap, she was only at two facts? Why was she already drawing a blank? Videl could feel her cleverness backfiring right in her face.

"Earth, yes, same Earth as him, actually no." Though it was a pretty fair assumption, he figured. Animal people didn't seem to be the norm for most universes, if this sample was anything to go by, and it wasn't like most people realized he was the exception and not the rule, where he came from.

"My Earth is actually populated by humans, like most of the other ones represented here. Mutants like me are pretty rare."

"You're a mutant?" Videl's brows furrowed as she picked over this bit of information. "How? Do you have like an extra arm under your shell or something?"

She rested her elbows against her knees and cradled her chin in her hands, watching Donnie. "I've never really known any animal people personally. There aren't all that many in my school. Papa met the king, once." Then she added, for clarification. "The king on our Earth is a dog person. If you guys have a lot of humans on your Earth, is your king also a human?"

Ah. That must be where the communication breakdown is; he hadn't considered the possibility that some worlds had both.

"There aren't actually animal people in my world, I meant. Humans are the only sentient species. So I'm a mutant in that I'm pretty different from what a turtle in my world ought to be like."

One would expect smaller, less intelligent, and way less awesome at playing World of Warcraft.