(open) mission: hit the beach

[aithinkthereforeaiam]

Date & Time: July 18th-24th, Exsilium Time
Location: Sea Shore during the Late Cretaceous Period
Characters: All! Oh those pesky mandatory missions.
Summary: In lieu of the success of the space shuttle's test flight, all of the Transports have been sent back to the Cretaceous period to gather mineral supplies and volcanic rock, while doubling as a sort of 'vacation' and chance to get Transports out of the Initiative's hair. With well stocked supplies, camping gear, and more burlap sacks than anyone could possibly ever use, the Transports have been set under a protective dome and told to collect what they can... and to enjoy the sunshine.
Warnings: Shenanigans!

The overflow log can be found HERE!

It's almost surreal, the quality of color, of light, of oxygen saturation in the air once people arrive. It's so rich that the Initiative sent people back with respirators, to help ease the transition, and warned those who would listen about the effects of too much oxygen on a system.

What they don't warn for is the sheer alien familiarity of the landscape, the warmth, the roughness of the sand on the beaches. This is not the fine, sandy beaches out of vacation dreams, but a rougher, larger granule sort, with shells that might be recognizeable as ancestors to ones those from Earth would remember washing up on familiar beaches, millions of years later.

Most striking is the lack of abundant wildlife found among the fronds and leaves and foliage, or underneath the surface of the saltier, much warmer waters extending off the beach. While acting as a permeable membrane to oxygen and water, along with the sorts of phytoplankton that kept sea creatures alive, all the larger animals had been pushed out by the Initiative's installment of the safety dome. Along the transparent walls, curious creatures would come close, peer in, tap against the barrier and run off if frightened, but very few were found inside at any size larger than that of a house cat. It was for the better in the long run.

Too bad that the Initiative didn't have ultra-violet blocking technology in their shielding. For all the atmosphere is in much better shape millions of years in the past, the sun is as strong as ever, and the unwary will be burned through and through if they're not careful.

Comments

B

[bad_is_better]

[At at some point in his frolicking in the waves, Gordon finds someone with him, grinning at him and blowing a kiss. She doesn't try to flip him on his back and use him as a boogie-board to bodysurf in yet, but she's in a swimsuit that leaves nothing to the imagination and has a more mischievous than usual look in her eyes as she swims with him.]

[trustycrowbar]

[At first all he sees is a flash of green hair among the waves. He halts and treads water for a month, and on the second ebb he finally sees the beautiful little demoness bobbing in the surf.]

[He doesn't need an interpreter to know what that mischievous look could suggest. A silly smile creeps onto his face and he dives below the surface, attempting to loop an arm around her playfully before he even surfaces.]

[bad_is_better]

[She lets him grab her - they both know she could escape if she wanted to, but....

They rise to the surface, and once he has his breath back, kisses him firmly, arms around his neck. When she lets him breathe again, she puts her forehead against him.]

Ye like the suit?

[trustycrowbar]

I LOVE the suit. [He adds with a hand on her hip, fingertips brushing the strings. He's a strong swimmer, but he's still a little winded from the kiss; he leans back with her against him, letting them both wash closer to the shallows.]

Mm, you could single-handedly prevent the ice age in it. [Because she looks so hot. Yeah. I don't know who taught him that one either.]

[bad_is_better]

[She beams and kisses him again, a bit less strenuously.] I'm glad ye like it. [She actually blushes a little at the next comment.]

Well, then, p'raps I should cover up. Dinnae want to mess up history an' all...

[trustycrowbar]

[Less strenuous, though no less savored. He pulls her into his lap, sitting on a bit of weathered rock.]

Nonsense. Messing up history is exactly what we're sent on missions to accomplish. And if your incredible beauty somehow causes dinosaurs to survive to the modern day then I see it as a win-win situation.

[bad_is_better]

[She smiles, less mischief and more warmth in it.]

Ah, ye flatterer. Next you'll be writin' poetry and buildin' a balcony just for ye to stand under and recite it tae me.

[This kiss is soft and warm.]

[trustycrowbar]

I would if you wanted me to, but I would rather not subject you to any poetry of mine...

[He slips a slow hand up her side during that long kiss.]

[bad_is_better]

[no no no morrigan don't say it no]

Ah, how bad could it be?

[oh dear. She smiles, though at the hand up her side and leans up against Gordon.]

[trustycrowbar]

[Morrigan, you asked for it. He shifts her in his arms slightly to get more comfortable.]

Well... how do I love thee? Let me count the ways. You are constant as Euler's proof, more beautiful than a fractal, a perpetual motion engine of desire... You are as desirable as a biofuel producing bacteria, and as elegant as a mathematical proof showing that over time anything resembling a cable or string will eventually tangle itself into knots when acted upon by an outside force...

[YOU BROUGHT THIS ON YOURSELF.]

You are my grand unified purpose, the hamiltonian to my total energy. I am the force, you are the fulcrum. With you by my side I can move the world."

MEANWHILE, ELSEWHERE

[have_hat_will_travel]

... Why am I suddenly feeling feelings of physical pain in my brain? No one here has Whelm or Mind Thrust I don't think...

MEANWHILE, SOMEWHERE EVEN MORE ELSEWHERE

[grannyfucker]

[Nathan stops. He was walking around the beach, comfortably displaying himself to the public in his speedo and waiting for babes to come and ogle him in adoration, but a gross, ominous feeling runs down his spine. He suddenly finds himself intensely uncomfortable and hunches over, trying to cover himself.]

Aw Jesus, what was I thinking?

Where are my clothes?!

[He runs for shelter.]

OVER THE RIVER AND THROUGH THE WOODS

[strategic_guile]

[Blaine sat on a rock, looking his potential date for the night in the eye when suddenly he felt a shiver go up his spine. Not only that, he sneezed rapidly three times in a row.

Talk about a disturbance in the force... What the hell was that about?]

MEANWHILE RIGHT THERE

[bad_is_better]

[She begins smiling.... and slowly, slowly, the smile fades into an expression of abject horror. When he finishes, she lays his hands on each side of his face, and says, in a terrible, sad voice:]

Gordon, me laddie... stick tae science.

[trustycrowbar]

"..."

A couple of blinks, a sheepish smile.

"Was it THAT bad? I was kind of proud of the ending--Alright, never again, then." He adds with a chuckle and a kiss to her nose. "Besides, words only complicate things."

[bad_is_better]

[She looks thoughtful for a moment.]

I told ye how I can feed on dreams and such? An' emotions and creativity? That poem was... um. Do ye know wha' haggis is?

[She kisses him.]

But the intent shone through so there's that on ye side.

[trustycrowbar]

"--Oh my god I'm so sorry, love."

It seems he DOES know what haggis is. He gives an embarrassed chuckle through the kiss, stroking back a few wet strands of her hair.

"I feel obligated to treat you to something better now. Wash away the taste, in a way."