Alien beach party!

[fractured_agent]

Jack enjoys his time on the TARDIS, he really does. And it's great fun to see just where she's going to take them next. But every now and then, it's nice to just be able to relax without worrying about Rose being drowned by shark people, and he knows a certain someone who could do with getting out and about more often.

He's got everything all set up on a massive stretch of beach that seems to go on for miles and miles, with no one else really around. He's wearing swimming trunks (since the Doctor has successfully instilled in him the habit of not going naked just because he can), and has a pair of beach towels laid out, with a big brightly colored beach umbrella staked in the sand between them.

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[fractured_agent]

"I've slept under tables before, but never on one."

[victormakesart]

"I've done both, in my younger and spry-er years."

[fractured_agent]

"Tell me about it." He twirls him around a bit, kicking up sand, feeling the breeze in his hair.

[victormakesart]

"Before I officially moved out," he explains, and his knee gives out and he sucks in a breath. "I'd just start sleepin' wherever there was room for me, at my friends' places. Sometimes that was in sleeping bags under the table. Sometimes it was a chair. Once it was on top of a table. The rest of the place was mega crowded."

[fractured_agent]

"What's a sleeping bag?" he asks, never having heard of such a thing. And when Victor stumbles, Jack holds onto him a little more firmly, using those big muscley arms.

[victormakesart]

And Victor can't help but feel giddy at the contact, because, at heart, he's just so thrilled that someone that beautiful is even halfway nearby without running and hiding from him. He thinks the same thing about his husbands, and the Doctor, and basically 90% of his male friends. His heart goes kerthump, kerthump, kerthump, like a frog on meth.

"It's, ah, it's like a comforter blanket, but zippered into a tube, so all you've gotta do is scoot in and then you're all warm and there's a tiny bit of cushioning 'cause it's made of a floofy blanket thing."

[fractured_agent]

"That sounds delightfully twentieth century."

[victormakesart]

"What sorts of things do you use when you go camping?"

[fractured_agent]

"Camping? That's that thing you do where you go out in the woods and spend a week, right?"

[victormakesart]

"Yeah. Wait, do folks still do that in your time?"

[fractured_agent]

"No, but I've heard about it in my cultural training."

[victormakesart]

"Interesting. Is there anything to take its place? As in... an acceptance of a pastoral ideal and a desire to live without luxuries for a short time?"

[fractured_agent]

"Well, usually the folks who feel that way just move to a colony planet and live there. Other than that... there's shore leave."

[victormakesart]

"What's shore leave like? Have you ever given it a go?"

[fractured_agent]

"It'd be pretty boring to serve on a ship if I didn't. Everyone's got to have a chance to decompress."

[victormakesart]

"Oh, literal shore leave. I thought it was maybe some sort of future slang. Sorry. I'm dumb."

[fractured_agent]

Jack laughs at that, because it hadn't even occurred to him that it would be taken any other way. "No, it's all right. My questions are probably pretty simple to you too."

[victormakesart]

He gives his arm a little squeeze, laughs sheepishly at his own mistake, face coloring pink (though not from the sun). "I don't mind it. I've got three kids... questions are gonna be my next forever."

[fractured_agent]

"Ah, not to worry. Most of them are just going to be 'why?'"

[victormakesart]

"Spoken like someone with experience."

[fractured_agent]

Jack smiles, opens his mouth, then frowns. "It is?" It's the same look he had on his face the last time he hit a memory block with her.

[victormakesart]

"A little bit." He nudges his shoulder with the top of his head, trying to thunk the frowny look away.

[fractured_agent]

Jack seems to startle a bit. "What?"

[victormakesart]

"You were just lookin' sad, so I wanted to make you look... unsad."

[fractured_agent]

"I get that way sometimes." Jack gives him a brilliant smile, turning the charm back on.