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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 By 31st century standards, the technology is centuries out of date and finding people who are capable of repairing it without ruining the 'historical significance' is increasingly difficult.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.

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[personal profile] fantasmaniac 2016-11-24 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
The ball is caught with ease, despite the crappy pass. He stares past the ball, examining Dave. A time-manipulating kid that didn't play much sports (or at all), drawls with an accent that's not quite the same as McCree's— more stereotypical Texan, he thinks judging by the little he could pick up on, and he's Seen Some Shit. He doesn't think he can quite formulate any sort of tactic against this kid with this meager amount of information, but it's still all worth noting. As long as he doesn't prove to be any trouble, it should be fine.

"Any last questions?"
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Re: Karaoke

[personal profile] rushing_by 2016-11-25 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
"'Carry On My Wayward Son' by Kansas...It's definitely here." Barry said, cuing it up when Kubo indicated he was ready.

♫Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more...♫

With the intro completed, he let Kubo take it away from there.
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[personal profile] unrecovered 2016-11-25 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
It hangs in the air, and Wash lets it hang before York continues. York may not be comfortable, but there's some sharp satisfaction in being vindicated, even if it's something Wash shouldn't be too happy about.

And then York continues on, and Wash nods. "I wish I hadn't said that in public either, even if I was right about some things. It wasn't the time or the place." Not that there ever really is a time and place to talk about one's plethora of dead friends, but Wash had definitely picked the worst of several terrible options.

"For what it's worth, I don't have too much of a head start on you. There's still a lot to get used to - death arenas, supervillains, a whole lot of comic book stuff that I never thought could be real. Hell, there's someone in this dimension that eats planets - evidently they fought him before I got here." He's getting off track, especially since the planet-eater is still something he can't quite wrap his head around. "Point being, there's a lot to get used to, and it's a hell of a lot weirder than an age difference. I think you'll be okay." They'd both had to be good at Fake It Til You Make It in the project, and that's not a skill that ever really goes away.
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[personal profile] turntex 2016-11-25 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
That's practically an invitation to ask anything. Dave's expression sobers up as he thinks carefully, taking this opportunity very seriously. Gotta make the best possible use of it.

"How do you feel about comics?"

Nailed it.
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[personal profile] fantasmaniac 2016-11-25 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
Is that disappointment slumping the lines of Reaper's football-padded shoulders? It might be. Then again, he's glad it's a stupid question, even if he'd half-expected there to be none.

"Doesn't hold my interest anymore."

Younger Gabriel may have appreciated it, but... well, he's not here anymore, is he?

With that, he punctures the basketball easily with the help of his augmented strength and dissolves into a puddle of mist again, dropping the remains of the ball on the ground. The wind roars as he arches up into the sky and dives into the large cracks of the gravity tubes that lead underground, figuring Dave may not be able to reach him down here.
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[personal profile] unrecovered 2016-11-25 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
Oh good, Jason's cottoned on. It would've been pretty awkward if he hadn't. Wash just smirks a bit. "Yeah, I'm fine. If I was hurt, you'd know it." Not necessarily - he's a pretty good liar, and that includes hiding minor injuries.

"Do you have a morning routine, or is this a one-off?"
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[personal profile] isthisapidge 2016-11-25 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
Pidge stared into a fire for a few more moments before making a small humming noise of . "Well, I guess I'll have to tell this eventually..."

She lifted her eyes to the sky, and the unfamiliar stars. "My father was always heavily involved in the Galaxy Garrison, and my older brother was apprenticing to him. They were preparing for expedition to the distant moons of Pluto and my friend Shiro was going to pilot. They were going to study the make-up of the ice there. My dad was always obsessed with looking for alien life and he had high hopes."

"...And then they disappeared. They don't even tell me or my mom, we only see it on the late-night news. They called it a death due to 'pilot error' but...I knew it couldn't be true. Shiro was their best pilot, my family had done this a thousand times. So I snuck in and hacked their database, watched the footage from their cameras, and found no evidence at all that any pilot error had taken place."

She can't keep the emotions out of her voice anymore, though she's trying very hard to do just that. "It was like they just...vanished off the face of Kerberos and the Garrison wouldn't admit anything, like they were hiding whatever really happened! After the, what was it, third time? They banned me from the property and the commander told me I'd be arrested for treason if they caught me trespassing again."

"So I enlisted. I made a fake identity with a new name, cut my hair, and disguised myself as a boy just to be on the safe side. And it worked. I was officially enrolled and I could gather all the information I needed without anyone suspecting me. But...it seemed like Garrison had already given me all the information it had. I kept scanning outer space for anything I could find and eventually one word kept rising to the surface: Voltron.

Eventually I found out that my family had been kidnapped by a hostile war-like race called the Galra. Shiro escaped, much worse for wear, but my family was sent off to a work camp somewhere. I still don't know where they are. I found that Voltron was a powerful robot weapon and I became one of it's pilots and...well, then I came here."

Stupid tears in her eyes. She'd probably not admit it out loud, but she misses Team Voltron terribly, even Lance. Who could think you could miss Lance?
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[personal profile] bachido 2016-11-25 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Most of that . . . Kubo didn't understand.

They went to multiple moons? Looking for moon people, and didn't find any? What was a pilot, why would a pilot error kill someone, and then the moon people kidnapped Pidge's family after all -

Well, the important part Kubo understood was that her family had been taken from her, her people had tried for some reason to cover it up, and she had done daring, difficult things to try and find them herself. A true hero's story.

"It must be hard for you to be here, when you were already in the middle of another story," Kubo said, "Especially since you were searching for someone."
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[personal profile] bachido 2016-11-26 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe I should try to have a fire nearby next time I tell it," Kubo said, agreeing. The firelight had really added something. It made it easier for him to remember the fire glowing in the monster's eyes, how otherworldly and terrifying that had been.

"So, how about you?" he asked of Jason. "Do any stories from your adventures work even better with a fire?"
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[personal profile] prettycoolguy 2016-11-26 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
The Chief nods a confirmation, then... Yeah, that's about where he thought this was going to go.

He takes a sip of coffee. He sets it down.

"Who's your 'they' in this discussion?" he asks. He needs to make sure they're on the same page here. "Are you talking about Legion leadership, or are you talking about the UP government?"

His trust levels for those two 'they's are very, very different.
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[personal profile] whyarewehere 2016-11-26 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Two out of three of those don't sound like superpowers," Grif points out. "Did you come out of medical and get a report that says 'lucky guy and people like him and oh, sidenote, grenades' or something?"

That sounds so fake, York. So fake.
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[personal profile] notthatjason 2016-11-26 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
Jason considers that question carefully. "I have a friend who can control fire...so I probably have a few related to him. But, a good campfire story is also supposed to be scary so I'll share one that has some ghosts in it."

It didn't really have fire in the story, but any tale involving two children of Hades and near death experiences had to be good right? Jason offers Kubo an apologetic smile, "But, I'm not a story teller like you are...so bear with me here." He just hopes he makes it sound even a fraction as interesting as Kubo's had been.

"Seven half-bloods shall answer the call,
To storm or fire, the world must fall.
An oath to keep with a final breath,
And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death.

Seven demigod heroes, from Greek and Roman backgrounds, had been chosen to fulfill an ancient prophecy. It had taken them half-way around the world and along the way two of their number had fallen into the bowels of Tartarus. Their last words before they fell were for the group to meet at the Doors of Death in hopes of fulfilling the prophecy and hopefully rescuing them from the worst nightmare imaginable. The others knew it would not be easy, but they had no choice. They headed for the next part of their journey.

After many trials for another time, the heroes had reached the doors of death, located in the Necromanteion, an ancient Greek temple of necromancy devoted to Hades and Persephone. Hades and Persephone are rulers of the underworld and in order to enter their temple you must drink a toxic potion. However, to avoid actually dying, the heroes had consumed barley cakes which would help absorb the toxins and keep them from feeling the effects. As they descend into the temple they are faced with monsters and numerous Earthquakes to prevent them from getting to the heart of the temple and rescuing their friends.

One of the heroes, a son of Hades, uses a magical scepter to summon ghostly Roman soldiers to aid them in their battle as the monsters have grown too numerous to fight with just their small numbers. Normally, the Romans would answer to the command of a Praetor, a title held by one of the heroes, a son of Jupiter. However, during one of their stops the son of Jupiter had realized that his home was no longer among the Roman demigods he had grown up with -- he had started to feel like his place was among the Greeks instead. Sensing this change in him, the Roman ghosts would not obey him despite his title.

It was looking grim and the son of Jupiter knew that this was the last part of his old life he must set aside in order to move forward and save his friends. Before the monsters could destroy them all, the hero resigned his title and bestowed it upon one of the other Roman demigods present -- a hero who had proven himself in battle time and again and was a true Roman Legionnaire. This hero was a son of Mars and he was able to immediately turn the tied by commanding the undead soldiers to defeat the monsters. Once their path was clear, they were able to press forward and find the Doors of Death."
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[personal profile] mylawn 2016-11-26 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Either. Answer for both."

Because he means both, really. 76 might not look it, but he actually knows a thing or two about politics and diplomacy. The UP is just the UN on a larger scale, and he dealt with that enough to have some idea of where this might be going.

It's nowhere good, of course.
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[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2016-11-27 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nudging probabilities isn't nothing, man. You ever hear of longshot odds? I'd probably make a killing in space vegas." If, you know, Legionnaires were allowed to gamble. "Unless you got a quarter or something I can't really demonstrate it- but the other thing-"

He shrugs, scrubs his jaw with his hand for a second, squinting. "I'll need your permission cuz it's like- not hypnosis but it is a little weird."
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[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2016-11-27 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"...you're gonna have to explain to me how you did that last one because even for me that's a stretch." Pudding. How do you disarm a bomb with pudding? that seems pretty damn impossible. Not entirely because-

Well shit, he's seen strange things. Not stranger, not yet, but give it time.

"I dunno, it seemed like higher stakes meant higher payout? I could just flip a coin till it was heads 100 times in a row but that's a small nudge, those usually work. Something like making an impossible shot while falling from a window would be big." Or, you know. He could miss and die. Probability and gravity are on occasion vicious bitches. "Though the poking and coffee thing sounds doable. Go for it."
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[personal profile] mylawn 2016-11-27 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, that was perhaps a little easier than he thought it would be. Without the looming threat of being trapped in a murder arena, 76 was maybe expecting Reaper to fight back a little harder at the prospect of an actual talk. There’s nothing keeping him here, except maybe the prospect of murdering each other if and when this discussion goes south.

“Where do you want to start?”

All the murder? The terrorism? Running with Talon? Hell, they could go back even further, to whatever he thought he was doing with Blackwatch in the first place. Swiss HQ. The list is practically endless.

“Because I think you’ve got a lot to answer for.”
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[personal profile] fantasmaniac 2016-11-28 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Fighting is good and all, and he knows what he's capable of, what he could do— but he's also at quite the disadvantage here too. If he's gonna get aggressive, he'd prefer to do that when the other party is least expecting it. Granted, he's pretty sure 76 is always expecting it, which makes it a little harder to surprise him.

The earlier mirth is gone, and he remains deathly silent as he continues to stare at him through the mask. That's actually a tough one. Where to start.

"Would you like an apology?"

As innocuous as the question sounds, there's that deep-seated ire, always present.

"If you think I'll just tell you what I've been 'up to', why I do what I do... you'll be sorely disappointed."
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[personal profile] bachido 2016-11-28 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Would you tell us the story?"

An archer in service to a Marquess sounded like it had to be an interesting story, especially if bandits were involved.
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[personal profile] bachido 2016-11-28 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Do you not want to tell us because they're embarrassing, or because they've got stuff in them that's not for young people to know?"

Usually when the men around town didn't want to tell him a story, it was for either of those two reasons.

"If it's embarrassing, I think you should tell us anyway. No one will make too much fun of you. Right?" he addressed the campfire in general.

[personal profile] leverageintceo 2016-11-28 11:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Our first grifter got a motion sensitive bomb in a vase of flowers, but she didn't see the bomb until she'd picked it up, so then she couldn't put it down," Parker explains. "Everyone was trying to figure out how to diffuse the bomb, but I figured that the best option was making it so the bomb would be in pudding instead of water, since that would give her more wiggle room. But everyone looked at me really weirdly when I asked if she had instant pudding." She wrinkles her nose. "So technically no bomb disarming happened, but that was the topic at hand. It wasn't like I suddenly had a craving."

She frowns thoughtfully, turning his words over in her brain. "Something big would be hard to prepare for, yes," she agreed. "But a lot of people seem to think that luck is a thing that can be manipulated, like 'a kiss for luck', so it'd be worth knowing if it can be."
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[personal profile] mylawn 2016-11-29 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
"I want an explanation."

But he knows it won't be that simple, nor will it be easy. Already, Reyes is incredulous, and 76 knows he'll be lucky to get any kind of answer at all. Given the opportunity, however, he has to ask, even if he won't get what he wants without a fight.

All he can do is hope it won't be a physical one.

"Talon, Reyes."
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[personal profile] fantasmaniac 2016-11-29 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
Finally, a little personality shines through as Reaper shrugs in an exaggeratedly slow fashion. Of course Jack wants an explanation. Whether or not Reaper thinks he deserves a proper one is a whole 'nother argument.

"They're the next best thing," he starts, pausing only to fold his arms across his chest defensively like he always did when Jack tried to make him explain himself. 'To Blackwatch' goes without saying.

"Not too big, not too small. Useful."

Infuriatingly short, and vague, and not even close to the real picture... but it's the gist of it. It's not as if anything he's said was necessarily untrue.

"Is that all?"
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[personal profile] unrecovered 2016-11-29 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
That's an out and Wash is absolutely going to take it. "A little of both, but mostly that second one," he says. "I've mostly been talking with adults for the past few years, so most of my stories are...not appropriate. Let's put it that way." There's probably a kid friendly way to reword some of his stories, but the overall framework is still either about war or revenge, and he doesn't feel like laying that out anytime soon.

And, because this is a teaching moment and Kubo needs to learn these things, he continues, "By the way, asking someone not to make fun of you is only warning them that you're about to say something they can use to make fun of you." There are definitely people sitting around this campfire how can and will use every opportunity to make fun of Wash that they can get York. "Not everyone's going to be nice about it."

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