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Jason Lee Scott ([personal profile] kingtyrantranger) wrote in [community profile] legionmissions2016-11-11 12:53 am

Camping: Part II!

Jason didn't exactly sell the new world well. Stepping through the Threshold Gate, the Legionnaires find themselves on a landing platform overseeing their new vacation hotspot. The first thing they'll notice is that everything feels slightly heavier. Nothing dramatic, but if they were carrying a hundred pounds of stuff, now they've got twenty more pounds weighing them down. The planet, Futuro's Folly, is as advertised, hollowed out with the entire ecosystem on the inside. Outside, if they'd bothered to look, there was only a barren, crater-pocked surface of a dwarf planet about half the size of Pluto. Inside, however...

While they're standing in the midst of what was surely once a base of some kind, the criminal resort according to Jason, it doesn't stretch out very far. Just about three quarters of a mile out, the 'settled' area ends, taken over by a vibrant jungle of dense violet and orange foliage, with gigantic red and blue mushrooms filling just as much area as the trees. More, in some cases, as some of them seem to be miles high off in the distance, just when the earth seems to start curving in on itself. An orange sphere that seems to be the size of a silver dollar hangs in space above their heads, with something rotating in the core of it. If anyone were to watch it, the orb flickers rapidly as rings blur around the sphere itself. After about 8 in the evening, the fields that the rings generated would turn slightly opaque, bringing darkness to the entire planet at once.

The former crime resort itself isn't exactly in the best of shape. By 31st century standards, the technology is centuries out of date and finding people who are capable of repairing it without ruining the 'historical significance' is increasingly difficult. There are six main buildings other than the small spaceport they're standing in:

  • The main building. The top three floors were once dedicated to administration, communications, and security. The bottom two floors are dedicated recreational areas, with infonet hookups (reception's not a problem when you can turn your entire planet into a signal amplifier), a variety of holographic games, and a bar/lounge area with some futuristic gambling machines tucked into a corner. Jason has turned on the parental controls, however.


  • Behind the main building is the storage center. There's a vast array of vehicles, furniture, and machinery that can be asked for, and it's all stored underground. Simply type in a command and the robots underground will shove the requested item into the gravity tubes, shooting them up to the customer's level.


  • The food court has the option to make your own food as well as an outdated and slightly buggy robo-chef that can make a variety of meals. Meat is on the menu, but if anyone asks for meals that require it, they'll have a long wait. The larder hasn't been stocked in centuries. However, it does have coffee. STRONG coffee. And just about any vegan meal you could ask for. It's open air, but can be covered with a dome at the push of a button. The dome has controllable transparency and can be programmed to display any number of things as a ceiling.


  • Standing roughly three hundred yards apart are two convertible athletic fields, each about a half-mile in distance. In the old days, they'd hold races or gladiatorial bouts in them. They'll form just about any field needed, however, from obstacle courses and splatterball to golf to the now-illegal slaughterball rings or laser tag arenas. However, most of the gear needed to play is in the storage center.


  • Finally, there's a single public bath house. Rather than the sonic showers of Legion World, these use real water. The bath house holds rooms for spas, saunas, massages, public bathing, and showers. Jason has assured everyone, however, that there are private bathing arrangements. He neglects to mention the cameras that subtly fill the rooms, though they are now sporting brand new Legion of Super-Hero stickers over the lenses to keep everyone's privacy intact.


  • About a quarter a mile off in the distance, there's about fifty luxhabs. Small cabins built for two people at most, with private bath rooms, small kitchenettes with freshly stocked food, personal computers, and a communications system to contact other luxhabs or make orders from the main house and kitchen. Food can be delivered by small drones if it's called for. The beds are made of a oxygenated memory gel, capable of taking nearly any consistency and shape requested, from a pudding to rows of gel-blades. Climate controls, down to programming the inhabitant's favored atmosphere or filling the luxhab with water, are in full effect. The outsides are programmable ferroliquids, so the guest can customize their vacation home's exterior, even going as far as to add porches.


When the Legionnaires approach the border, heading to the wilderness, there's a small, almost decorative-looking wall. Even those with normal hearing will pick up on a ringing tone as they get closer to it, like a bad case of tinnitus. Walking through the gates is almost like walking through an actual barrier, but once they've done that, the noise fades the further they get from it. The sonic barrier covers the resort in a dome, meaning that they'd run into the same thing if they flew straight up.

Immediately outside the wall, the jungle starts abruptly. And, compared to the relative silence of the resort, the noise of life is practically deafening. Bugs clicking, birds calling, animals screaming at one another, it all slowly fades in the deeper they get. There are trails through the jungle, but they're slowly becoming overgrown as the resort's popularity slowly fades.

As they go deeper, it's not hard to find the first actual animals. Totally unused to humanoid life, they show more curiosity than fear. Small, chicken-sized dinosaurs roam in packs, sloth-like creatures hang from the ceilings, and there are trees that have been knocked over, and recently, in some huge brawl between titans. Every now and then, a small batch of overgrown buildings can be found, mechanical parts pushed out of them by growing vines, or torn out by wild animals. Slow, crackling noises that sound like drawn out thunder echo in the distance as something snaps trees, some of them several dozen feet in diameter, like twigs in the pursuit of prey.

The only thing that Jason's marked on the maps, beyond the default markers that the resort gives out, is a lake about five miles outside of the resort. Set in a clearing, it's over a mile long and several hundred feet deep, with a cave system connected to it underneath. The data regarding the caves is corrupt, the maps refuse to include them. A river feeds into the lake by a waterfall, and a number of small creeks seem to spring up near it. It's not uninhabited, there are several fish in there. And, possibly, something living in the caverns underneath. It's rare, but someone might see animals drinking from time to time, from the small dinosaur packs to titanic mammoths... with weapon mounts that alarmingly track anything that move too close, too fast.

There's a lot to work with, and Jason's rented the place for several days. Hopefully, everyone will find what they need to relax and recover from their recent traumatic events. Or just socialize and meet new people.

[[Okay, so there's some generic activity headers up right now. Feel free to pick one up and run with activities running in any of those areas. For those of you who wanted action, I'll have a separate top-level for that. However, I won't be running any of that chaos, so feel free to take it in the direction you'd like.

If you want to do anything, anything at all, and it doesn't fit into one of my toplevels, feel free to make a new thread entirely! Go wild with it, y'know?
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bachido: (suspicious)

[personal profile] bachido 2016-11-14 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
Kubo chuckled a little bit before realizing Wash was serious.

"Why?" he asked. "What's out there that would?"

He didn't ask it with fear - more with a need for clarification. Maybe Wash knew more about this world that he did.

"I mean, I know there are a lot of things that could hurt anyone, but - is this place anything like where you're from?"

He glanced at the game's instructions again before looking over the board and the myriad of pieces. "I don't even know what either of those other games are," he said, lifting a piece with, for some reason, a ram's head. "It looks a little like shogi. Do you want to be -" he glanced at the colors - "green or red?"

It was polite to ask, but he hoped Wash would take green.
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[personal profile] notthatjason 2016-11-14 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
Jason leaned back, he was definitely feeling nostalgic for Camp Halfblood with the campfire blazing and a handful of people gathered to share stories or, if the instrument Kubo had was any indication, sing songs. Jason had been doing pretty good at staving off feelings of homesickness, but this was certainly making it come on in full force.

He pulled his gaze away from the friendly fire blazing and instead looked over at the younger boy. "I think it's tradition to tell scarier stories. I don't really have one in mind right now though. Of course, at Camp Half-Blood they typically hosted sing-a-longs around the campfire...but I'm not sure if all of us even know the same songs for that to even work."
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[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2016-11-14 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Go right ahea-" He pops up at ta terribly familiar smell. "Holy shit that's pizza."

Holy shit that smells so damn good. "How'd you get them to give you that so fast?"
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[personal profile] unrecovered 2016-11-14 08:45 am (UTC)(link)
"This place is nothing like where I'm from," Wash says candidly. "I have no idea what's out there, but the sonic barriers are up for a reason. I'm not going to tell you not to go, and I'm not going to tell you not to enjoy yourself - just be careful." He can't just leave it there. "Also, you have sticks in your hair. I dunno if that bothers you or not." Might as well tell him.

"Green, I guess." The past few years have given Wash an automatic aversion to joining a red team in any capacity. He glances at the rules again. "Though honestly, I'm tempted to put the whole thing away and get out a deck of cards instead." He'd brought a deck with him; experience had taught him that it's a good thing to have on him, especially when faced with the prospect of a whole lot of down time.
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[personal profile] bachido 2016-11-14 09:13 am (UTC)(link)
So . . . it WASN'T just Kubo who'd felt this whole place might have been a little . . .

"Um - I don't know too much about sonic things, but . . . is it normal for a place to be so . . . weird as this?"

Kubo looked skeptical as he asked. There was so much that his frame of reference was lacking.

"Legion World is weird, but this place is weird in different ways."

He'd been paying attention. He'd noticed. Kubo had learned the hardest possible way to pay attention when a place didn't seem quite right.

He brushed the sticks out of his hair, with a little laughter at finding them. One had a little orange flower still growing from it. It was pretty. "A deck of cards?" he repeated, curious. "What can you play with those?"
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[personal profile] bachido 2016-11-14 09:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Scary stories, huh?"

Kubo was prepared to come up with a couple of those.

"Well, if it's a scary story you want, I could tell you about the time a boy, a beetle, and a monkey fought an enormous demon made of bones. That kind of scary story?"

[personal profile] leverageintceo 2016-11-14 11:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Nope," Parker agrees. "It was really hard. But it was exciting! I jumped onto a moving train and helped disarm an EMP bomb with a taser. And we faked two deaths and a lot of things got set on fire or exploded, and I had an emotional growth moment."

She considers this new information and comparing it to what she's already gathered. "I suppose that makes sense. Vulnerability and not-vulnerability. Though the bird thing is weird."

The codename definitely gets a grin. "Yeah? Is your power unlocking things then?"
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[personal profile] rushing_by 2016-11-14 01:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"...I asked for it, and the robot made it and gave it to me?"

Barry hadn't also gone and assumed that meat being on the menu didn't mean meat was actually on the menu. The robot looked like nobody had bothered to update it's setting in years.

"Want some? I'm gonna eat most of it, but I don't mind if you have a few slices."
rushing_by: (Hmm)

Karaoke

[personal profile] rushing_by 2016-11-14 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Barry was looking through the games in the main room. Card Against Sapients was out until the younger Legionnaires went to sleep. So was Trivial Pursuit, because being from an alternate universe made the game more-or-less unplayable. Monopoly was definitely a no.

"Ah," he said, as he looked over the program set on one of the the holographic systems, "karaoke. My old nemesis."

That was probably an exaggeration. It wasn't like Barry was bad at singing. In fact, he was actually pretty good. He just wasn't a big fan of performing in public.
Edited 2016-11-14 18:39 (UTC)
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[personal profile] unrecovered 2016-11-14 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, this place is pretty weird." Wash shrugs again - no harm in admitting it. "But Jason vetted it, and he wouldn't have brought us here if it weren't relatively safe." It's part of the reason he's staying within the sonic barriers - they're a designated safe zone, and Wash doesn't exactly want any adventure or excitement on this trip. He's had enough of that over the past few weeks, thanks. "Like I said - if you go outside the barriers again, just be careful."

"Do you not have card games where you're from?" One day, the disparity between Wash's world and Kubo's will stop coming as a surprise to Wash. Today is not that day. "You know what, hang on." He gets up and heads inside the luxhab, coming back out a few minutes later with the deck of cards he'd brought with him. The deck is as close to a classic design as he could find, with the only concession to future technology being that the cards are made out of a thin printed plastic and are therefore waterproof. "Here." He clears the pieces of the board game off the table - good riddance, really - and starts laying out the deck, explaining the different cards as he goes: suits, numbers, face cards, and the occasional inclusion of jokers. "There's hundreds of different games you can play with a deck of cards," he finishes, laying down the last card - the ace of spades, because sometimes life is poetic - and letting Kubo inspect the neat arrangement of cards on the table (by suit, and then in numerical order). "It's a good thing to have because it's versatile and portable."
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Re: Karaoke

[personal profile] bachido 2016-11-15 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Why, what is it?"

The machine was set up on something that looked like a stage, so Kubo was investigating it too.
rushing_by: (Explaining time)

Re: Karaoke

[personal profile] rushing_by 2016-11-15 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
"It's a karaoke machine." Barry said, before realizing Kubo might be from a universe where those didn't exist."

"It's for singing" he explained. "You choose a song, and the machine plays the instrumental music and displays the lyrics, and you sing along to it. Some versions assign ratings based on how well you mimic the original song, but I don't think this is one of them."

"I'm Barry, by the way. I don't think we've met."
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[personal profile] thewildflower 2016-11-15 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
It doesn't take Rebecca long to decide that she should do some exploring.

Okay, maybe exploring is the wrong word for it. Rebecca is all about hunting. What's the point of pretending to camp if they aren't even going to hunt? Where she came from, one day would be all about marching and setting up their base camp, and the next would be fighting. Even between all of that, she found time to hunt and help provide food...and she still hasn't gotten over the lack of meat.

The deafening sound of the wilderness? The presence of bugs? They aren't that distracting to her. It's a different kind of forest, but with a little precognition she's able to avoid standing in the wrong place at the wrong time. She moves through the bushes, between trees making her own trail as she goes.

Maybe she'll run into someone she knows while she's readying an arrow in an attempt to catch a sloth, or maybe she has company with her or looking for her. She's not going to advertise she's heading off to explore, okay? Of course, if someone is being attacked by a tiny lizard or finds themselves afraid of bugs, Rebecca will walk right over and swat or shoo anything away.

Or someone could catch her separating from the group, to which her only response will be: "I'm just going to take a look around! I'll be right back, I assure you."

[ooc; It's a little hard for me to come up with something without knowing who will tag in, but if you're interested, we'll make it work!]
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[personal profile] thewildflower 2016-11-15 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
"It's been a while since I've been on a trip like this for leisure," Rebecca admitted, sitting with her bow propped up next to her. "But at times like these, isn't it best to share secrets? Or at least talk about ourselves a little? We should know at least a little about each other, right?"

That's how it always was. Or that's how it had always been once Raven had explained to her that knowing every face in an army was important. They're all allies, and she'd never spoken to Kubo before, so why not start now?
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[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2016-11-15 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Isn't that always the way? Things burning and chaos and shit that needs doing and you have this epiphany of some kind like 'oh, that's a thing now'. Ah, fun times." It keeps life interesting, those moments. Almost makes him miss some of the more bizarre stuff he'd done in the project-

But not all that much.

"You know that'd make more sense? But no , I can do the lock cracking on my own. I make grenades and am very, very lucky. Or unlucky- it depends on how the chips fall in any given day." Which can help with unlocking or, well. Shoot him in the foot.
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[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2016-11-15 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"Note to self: Don't ask for meat." But. Burgers. He props his elbows on the table and flicks his eye back over to the distinct lack of results before nodding. "Thanks, man, It's been like an hour since I ordered and I still got nothing. Not even fries."

Maybe he'll learn better.
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[personal profile] notthatjason 2016-11-16 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
Jason didn't want to burst anyone's bubble. The first half of the premise sounded more like the start of a terrible Leo Valdez joke than the beginning of a scary story. However, the other half -- the part about the demon made of bones -- sounded promising. So Jason nodded, "Give it a go, it sounds like a good story to start out with." Even if it wasn't scary, Jason did want to hear it.
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[personal profile] mylawn 2016-11-16 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
The very fact that a bunch of them were kidnapped to Murderworld in the first place does not really inspire confidence in the Legion, as far as 76 is concerned. He'd been suspicious of this camping trip when it was first brought up, and now that they're actually on it, he hasn't bothered to turn down the paranoia at all. This cannot possibly be an innocuous vacation. He doesn't know the meaning of the word.

So he's paranoid and hyper-vigilant as ever, taking note of someone trying to push forward on their own.

"You shouldn't go alone."

Unless you're him, of course. Everyone else should definitely use the buddy system.
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[personal profile] sofresh 2016-11-16 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
While Rebecca heads into the jungle because it's something familiar, Kon does so for the opposite reason. It's different, both compared to the usual parts of Legion World and just from what little he'd experienced of Earth before ending up here. He's actually dressed for the weather, surprisingly—his supersuit and prized leather jacket were left behind in favor of a more weather-appropriate shirt and shorts, which seemed like a good idea at the time, but Kon's exploration is cut short when he realizes he's... itching?!

"Aww," he says, reaching down to scratch at his leg. Sure enough, there's a bug bite there. "Keep forgettin' I'm not exactly made of steel..."

Why this... He was a good kid, he saved lives and stuff, he doesn't deserve this?? Why was everything in the space future so inconvenient.
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[personal profile] mylawn 2016-11-16 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
Other people who are bad at vacations: this guy.

Even in his former life, 76 was somewhat notorious for being kind of a workaholic, so an inability to relax is kind of ingrained into the very fiber of his being. The fact that he won't take off his full tactical gear might have something to do with it.

From his brief conversation with Chief, he thinks the guy has an okay head on his shoulders. It probably couldn't hurt 76 to make a few allies, even if holding an actual conversation is probably going to be awkward. 76 doesn't have any food, but he slides into the seat opposite Chief anyway, all business.

"Don't look too excited."
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[personal profile] rushing_by 2016-11-16 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Hope you like olives and jalapeños, then" Barry said, flipping open the top box.

"I'm Barry, by the way. I also go by The Flash, if that means anything to you."
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[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2016-11-16 08:07 am (UTC)(link)
Part of what destroyed the Project was a lack of trust- of real trust. Sure you can't tell if someone will have your back for the moment, the hour, or the battle with falling exercises but- it can't hurt to get a foot in the door. It's only logical and reasonable to try to expand his pretty limited social circle and take a few risks. After all, they've already died. What's the worst that could happen?

Delta running through equations in the back of his mind as a soothing wash of white noise and alleviating the worst of his knee jerk paranoia, York falls in line, signs up to be paired up, and does his best to be charming. He can do that at least. Be friendly, be open, only lock up a little mid fall so he can catch himself with a huff of laughter if he lands on dirt rather than in hands-

And absolutely not drop anyone he's assigned to catch.


Unless that person is Wash. Because fuck him, that's why. Or. Fine he'd catch Wash too, but only after letting him hang for like, thirty seconds. Christ being a rational and reasonable adult is hard.
Edited 2016-11-18 18:19 (UTC)
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[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2016-11-17 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
Beggars can't be choosers but that combo? Is not near as bad as everyone in the Project would've made it sound. "You're a man of good taste."

He says in all due seriousness, snagging a slice for himself. "York, Locksmith. I, uh. Yeah that's not familiar, sorry buddy."

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