(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

[omnomcinnabon]

[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?

[deathofempathy]

[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.]

[omnomcinnabon]

[Tsuzuki knows of Hisoka's ways, so the pet name only makes him more amused. As long as Hisoka still calls him idiot, he knows he hasn't gone too far. Even better, it makes him realize that playing games with Hisoka is okay, as long as they are competitive games.]

[He ruffles his hair fondly.]

If you're tired of the water, we can go up on the beach. But it's kinda nice here, right?

[deathofempathy]

[Want to move this to the new log to avoid captcha?]

[omnomcinnabon]

[Sure thing!]

[deathofempathy]

here we are!