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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]

VOLLEYBALL

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EXPLORING THE WOODS

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CAMPFIRE TALES/COOKING

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PARTY GAMES

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SANDCASTLES

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WATER GUN/BALLOON FIGHTS

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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?"

[ringslinging]

"I'm sure I've done worse, even if examples aren't coming to mind right now." Big uses of the ring were only meant to be used in actual Lantern business, sure, but even as uptight as the Guardians were, they wouldn't begrudge him a few literal air quotes here and there, after all.

He pulled another beer out of the cooler, uncapped it, and passed it over to Hiccup, who he was guessing was borderline legal (for Hal's definition of legal, not the Legion's) but he was a goddamned Viking anyway, who even knew how young they started drinking.

[wherenoonegoes]

Hiccup took a sip, and then furrowed his eyebrows in thought. "...that tastes a little stronger than I was expecting. This isn't small beer, is it?"

Hiccup was referring to the drink most commonly consumed in place of water. Small beer had extremely low alcohol content, to the point where it wasn't even remotely intoxicating. Stronger ales were mostly saved for when people actually wanted to get drunk.

"Eh," he said, deciding it didn't matter. It wasn't like he hadn't had those same stronger ales before. "It's fine. Not like I was planning on going flying tonight anyways."

[ringslinging]

Small beer didn't mean much to Hal, but he'd gotten the impression that nobody worried about three-two beer in the future.

"I'll cut you off if you look like you're about to do anything you'll regret in the morning. This many kids around, I figure we can at least be halfway responsible adults."

But only halfway.

[wherenoonegoes]

"Don't worry about it." Hiccup said, waving Hal off, "I know when to cut myself off. Habit really. I've been in charge of the three craziest people on my island since I was 15. It doesn't go well when I let them talk me into things sober, I don't want to know what would happen if I was drunk."

Hiccup was fully willing to do crazy things on a whim, but it was usually tempered by common sense. Drunk him would very likely lose that sense.

[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?"

[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."

[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."

[thethinzooline]

"Oh. My. God. Shut up. I know lions that whine less about a lack of proper meat and they're lions. Actual carnivores. You humans are omnivores. I looked it up."

He'd been dragged along to this stupid bonding thing? Fine, whatever. No omnicom reception? Fine, whatever. But he wasn't going to sit here and listen to Grif whine the whole time.

"Douse it in relish and it tastes the same anyway."

[whyarewehere]

"Lions sound like my kind of people," Grif speculates as he flips a bean burger. "I bet cats can appreciate a good nap, too."

[thethinzooline]

Nick rolled his eyes.

Then he paused.

"That's a vicious stereotype -- no, I'm lying, yes. Most cats I know enjoy a good nap. Depends, though, some species are more high energy than others."

[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.

[ringslinging]

An oversized, glowing green hand appeared above the cooler and smacked the lid back shut.

"I think I'm more offended that you thought that would work."

[ringslinging]

"With anyone old enough to grow facial hair: yes." Hal fished a beer out of the cooler and tossed it to Grif.

[whyarewehere]

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.