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(open) mission: hit the beach

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.

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[It's way too hot to walk around in his usual clothes. Although he had been reluctant at first, Tsuzuki abandoned his trench coat and went for a pair of swimming trunks.]

[He doesn't mind the landscape. It looks downright fascinating, and if it hadn't been so warm, he would have tried to explore it. Instead he picks up a seashell and slowly walks into the warm water. It occurs to him that his partner must hate this place, and the thought makes him feel terribly guilty. It must be so difficult to be so sensitive to temperature changes.]

All this place needs now is an ice cream place. Or some place to buy water melons.

[Hisoka has opted to at least take off his sneakers and socks, pulling up his jeans as his feet got wet in the shallows, following his partner and wondering against just why and what they were supposed to be doing here. He hates the heat, can feel it already affecting him even as the cool water laps at his ankles. Not that they had a choice in this matter, like most of the missions they were sent on.

Possibly, he wouldn't be as hot if he took off his shirt but Hisoka was never one to do so in public, not to mention his curse marks he would rather avoid being questioned about. Perhaps he might have been more comfortable if it was just him and Tsuzuki, but there are others around too. He's been fairly quiet, currently taking a break from his reading (of course he brought some huge book to read he found in the library on a trip to the beach).]

Ice cream would probably help people cool down. But I doubt they had ice cream back in the Cretaceous Period, Tsuzuki.

[Hisoka's troubles with the heat is something that Tsuzuki is all too familiar with, considering he often cushions Hisoka's fall when he faints. And knowing that it was a hassle for Hisoka, Tsuzuki appreciated his company even more.]

[Not wanting his partner to be completely uncomfortable, he bends down and dips his fingers in the water. Once that's done, he brushes his wet hand across the blonde's brow to help him stay cool.]

They might have water melons, though. If we're really lucky.

[Hisoka blinks at the water dripping from his forehead when Tsuzuki brushes a hand over his brow, cheeks tinging a little pink at the contact as he feels Tsuzuki's concern for him due to the heat. Which he knows Tsuzuki has reason for, even if Hisoka hates seeming so....fragile at times with the extreme temperatures.]

If you say so. I guess it can't hurt to look around at least. And I suppose this...barrier is probably a good thing, if it keeps out the bigger dinosaurs. I'd rather avoid running into a raptor or tyrannosaurus.

[Tsuzuki dares to smile when he sees that Hisoka isn't going to snap at him for the touch. It's apparent his partner is angry for the coddling, but Tsuzuki hopes he understands that there's necessity behind it. He doesn't like seeing Hisoka suffering because of something like this so of course he'll try to distract him. Giving him a kind smile, he ruffles his hair gently.]

Yeah, it would be way too dangerous. We haven't really gotten to practice enough with our weapons, either. It would be difficult to protect yo-- I mean. Ourselves.

[Hisoka isn't going to snap at him for the touch. He knows Tsuzuki is just concerned about him potentially fainting again, which he'd rather avoid if possible as well, especially at the beach in public like this. He gently reaches to brush Tsuzuki's hand from mussing his hair.]

I can understand them wanting to keep out the bigger ones if some newer arrivals are here as well. They would barely be aware of the weapons and all. But I can take care of myself, Tsuzuki. [If anything, Hisoka is more capable in some ways, given his training he received as a child as the heir to the Kurosaki family. He's still determined after Kyoto to become stronger, to help protect Tsuzuki himself.]

[He didn't mind that Hisoka wanted him to stop messing with his hair. He knew he overdid it sometimes. Unfortunately, he was still in a playful mood, so when his partner reached for his arm Tsuzuki grasped his hand instead.]

I know you can take care of yourself.

I know. It's just--sometimes I am not sure you do remember that. [But then, Hisoka can't really talk either. He's just as protective of his partner, if not moreso given everything they have been through together. His fingers almost instinctively wrap to join Tsuzuki's when the older grabs at his hand. He's still uncomfortably hot, but being in the water helps cool him at least a little. He would probably refuse on principle to take off his shirt even if it was just the two of them, but for now he's managing, considering his history of fainting in more extreme temperatures.]

[When Hisoka actually took his hand, Tsuzuki's surprise (and quickly blossoming pleasure) made his heart swell with emotion. That felt even better than the sun on his skin. He clutched the hand gladly, taking in their surroundings while he tried to pretend that this was totally normal and happened every day.]

Hey, do you want to try to swim a little? It might make you feel less warm.

Swim?

[He's hesitant. As nice and cool as the water is and how hot it is, he's not entirely sure about that idea. Mostly because of the obvious - his cursemarks. He doesn't want to show them in public like that. Hisoka looks to Tsuzuki uncertainly. He knows his partner is probably more okay with the idea than he is, given Tsuzuki's scar under his wrist strap of his watch was probably the only thing he got nervous about showing, where Hisoka's cursemarks were much more obvious and glaring red than that. He knows even if he keeps his shirt on they would probably show through it.]

It might help. I'm just not sure....

[And he's pretty sure Tsuzuki probably gathers the reason why. Beyond that Hisoka in general prefers his privacy.]

Maybe? The water is really nice.

[Tsuzuki knows that Hisoka is way out of his comfort zone in this. He won't push him into doing anything he doesn't want1.

Hisoka may be hesitant because of the scars, but Tsuzuki thankfully knows of another way to get wet. It's one that will allow Hisoka to keep all his clothes on, and perhaps salvage a little dignity. He bends down with his free arm, splashing his partner playfully.]

See? It's the perfect temperature.

[Hisoka agrees the water does seem to help in keeping him cooler. He lets out a rather undignified squawk as Tsuzuki splashes him, a pout at his lips for a second before he yells and responds in kind, retaliating against the now damp shirt clinging to him a little.

Yes, he is that childish as to now attempt to start a water fight. Tsuzuki probably more vividly recalls their first food fight when they initially met, after all. But Tsuzuki totally started it just now. So this is all his fault.]

[A small water fight was exactly what they needed to take Hisoka's mind off of the heat. To him the fight was mostly a game, although he noticed that Hisoka was determined to win. That made him feel like he needed to put in a good effort so the battle would be even. As he got a good splash of water in his face, he laughed and tugged on Hisoka's hand to pull him nearer.]

[Hisoka was always a little competitive, so of course he is doing his best to 'win' the water fight, distracted at least for the time being from the heat as Tsuzuki splashes him and tugs at his hand. At the very least, his shirt isn't a white one as to be completely see-through once wet from Tsuzuki's splashes, not that Hisoka is concentrating on that right now. He stumbles a little, instinctively stepping closer to close the distance between then when Tsuzuki tugs at his hand, his expression a mixture of determination and curiosity, a little wary at the closeness.]

[Hisoka is right to be wary, because Tsuzuki is still in a playful mood. Eyes twinkling with mischief, he wraps his other arm around the small of Hisoka's back, and in a smooth movement he both trips him and dipping him backwards, as if they were doing the tango. Except now that they're in the water, it turns into a wet affair.]

[Hisoka instinctively clings a little tighter to his partner when Tsuzuki dips him lower and he trips, stumbling to regain his footing and feeling the water splashing with their movement. Of course that heat and redness on his cheeks is just from the heat, and he totally did not let out another undignified squeak at the unexpected trip up. He gives Tsuzuki that trademark pout of sorts, shaking water from his bangs.]

[He doesn't actually mean to make Hisoka quite that wet, he simply gets caught up in the game. He's not the only one wet from the fight. Tsuzuki's shirt is soaked through, and because it is white it's possible to see the skin beneath. It doesn't look like it bothers him, because he smiles warmly as he helps his partner up. If anything, he is as oblivious as ever, focusing instead on Hisoka's injured pride as he draws him near again.]

I'm sorry. Please don't kill me.

[It's possibly a good thing Hisoka isn't staring or immediately noticing how soaked Tsuzuki's shirt is, instead opting to just give his parner a look. He straightens when Tsuzuki helps him back up to his feet, attempting to straighten out his wet hair with one hand. The fact that Tsuzuki is smiling does at least soften him a little. Hisoka is, for the time being, just as oblivious as to the sight of the both of them as drenched from their fun.]

I forgot a change of clothes, so you'd better be sorry.

[It's lucky the weather is so mild. With a little luck, their clothes will be dry before they know it. Tsuzuki responds to the glare with an even sweeter look, hoping that his partner's anger is mostly a superficial one. Drying their clothes is a problem that can wait until they get up on land again. More specifically, when they can find trees and branches to hide behind.]

Super sorry.

[He even puts a wet hand on his shoulder (with a soft splat sound), his expression nothing but sympathetic.]

Are you feeling less hot now?

[Yeah, Tsuzuki can't even be bothered to hide his amusement, apparently. But Hisoka isn't too annoyed, not as much as he perhaps could be otherwise. The weather is nice enough that it hopefully won't take too long for their clothes to dry out.]

No thanks to you, idiot.

[But there is almost a certain fondness in that, as much as Hisoka is usually quick to deny it. 'Idiot' is basically something of a pet name of sorts for his partner by now, with how often Hisoka calls him that. There's no real anger or malice in it, more something along the lines of it is just becoming habit for him.]

We should have! Hey Watari, don't you have some paper or pencils...?

So you want to try eating drawn ice-cream?

[ >B) Yes he does. They're in his coat... oho. ]

Why wouldn't I? I bet that if you drew it really detailed it would be delicious.

And what kind of 'detail' are you interested in exactly?

[ Glinty eyes. Come on! Tell Watari all your wonderful ideas! ~~Not that it'd improve the drawing but...~~ ]

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