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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[victormakesart]

'Wow,' he mouths. "It's much prettier when you say it."

[fractured_agent]

"Hey, in my day, it's practically an art form."

[victormakesart]

"I can only imagine! Bet you're like the da Vinci of pickups."

[fractured_agent]

"Nah, more like Monet."

[victormakesart]

"Ooh, delicate lines, great blending, yeah, I can see it. I'd be the Van Gogh of pickups." A large, crooked grin. "No one would want me, and I'd probs end up losing an ear."

[fractured_agent]

"If that happens, just come to my century, and we'll grow you a new one." Jack slings an arm over Victor's shoulders, all buddy-buddy, never mind that neither of them are wearing shirts. This is manly bonding time.

((going to town shortly but sometime today we need to meet up! Turns out Clark and April have run up to "Luthor" when I wasn't paying attention so we need to iron out last minute details, lol.))

[victormakesart]

"You're a straight-up gentleman," he says, slipping an arm around his waist, since he is not as tall as Jack. He is a big fan of manly bonding time.

((Oh gosh, how exciting! Yeah, we'll meet up, for sure!))

[fractured_agent]

"I do my best."

[victormakesart]

He gives him a little side-hug, perhaps lowering his own Hemingway-esque masculinity a tad.

[fractured_agent]

"Let's go for a swim. I promise I won't let you get eaten."

[victormakesart]

"I'll trust you on that." He leads the way, all the way up to where the water meets the sand, then he toes the water delicately.

[fractured_agent]

Jack, in contrast, charges right in, splashing up water in his wake until he's deep enough to dive forward, disappearing under the water for a moment before surfacing again. For being a former Time Agent on the verge of middle age, he seemingly hasn't lost his inner five year old.

[victormakesart]

He smiles watching him, wiggle-squirms a little bit, picks at the elastic on his swim trunks, takes a big deep breath and marches in after him, feeling the sand shift under his feet, squishy and grainy.

[fractured_agent]

"Not a water person, huh?" Jack says, floating on his back and using only his feet to propel him along. He looks at home in the water, and well he should, coming from Boeshane. Even if he can't remember growing up there.

[victormakesart]

"I'm... not a water-in-which-there-may-be-critters person," he says, stepping forward a little more, up to his knees. "I loved the ocean, and then I learned about microbes and dead fish and monsters. I still love it, but I'm wary."

[fractured_agent]

"Trust me on the monster thing, you won't get eaten. Or even nibbled. Cross my heart and hope to fly."

[victormakesart]

"And hope to fly? That's so much less morbid than my century's version." Up to his thighs, his hips, then he flops onto his back and kicks.

[fractured_agent]

"Really? What do they say?" He kicks in smooth, rolling motions with his feet, like if he was wearing swim fins, steering closer to Victor.

[victormakesart]

"They say 'hope to die.' It's really unfortunate phraseology, but it makes sense, 'cause they're hoping for something they don't want to happen, if they end up tellin' a falsehood. I'd love to fly." His kicks are more chaotic, like a kid learning to swim.

((AIM?))

[fractured_agent]

"There's an amusement park I know, over in the Skyllian sector, where they temporarily graft wings onto you for five hundred credits. They only last a few hours before the grafts start to unravel, but it's probably worth it."

[victormakesart]

"I bet it'd hurt," he says, gleefully, "but it'd be so totally worth it. But, like, I dunno how that'd work as far as lift goes. They'd have to be really special wings."

[fractured_agent]

"Well they're still perfecting natural movement, but... you had hang-gliders by your century, right?"

[victormakesart]

"Huh. I wonder why they bothered attachin' them to the body, then, 'cause that complicates everything. They'd have to modify the brain, too, rewire nerves."

[fractured_agent]

"It's an amusement park. It's all about the novelty."

[victormakesart]

"Annnnd I'm overthinking it." He turns onto his tummy, swimming forward like a large and clumsy frog, dipping his head underwater.