Vacation Time!

[onceinabluememe]

You've been planning this vacation for ages, down to the last detail and now it's time to go! Time to pack your bags and get on the road to wherever! Aren't you excited? Better savor that joy while it lasts, folks, because no vacation is without flaws and problems.

You know how this works. Comment with your character name in the subject line and any preferences you may have. Comment to others and use the handy dandy RNG to pick out your vacation spot;


1: Camping
2: Beach vacation
3: Foreign land
4: Cruise
5: Ski Vacation
6: Wildcard. Whatever you want.

And then pick out how hideous your vacation will be:

1: Lost luggage.
2: Lost tickets.
3: Missed your flight.
4: Flight is delayed. And delayed again. And delayed some more!
5: Lost room reservation.
6: Food poisoning.
7: Wild animals.
8: Forgot something important.
9: GPS/Map issues.
10: Poisoning by local wildlife.
11: The weather is horrible.
12: Wildcard! Make something up.

Comments

[compromisedarrow]

That's what the vodka is for, Phil. Warms the bones when you have the right stuff.

[He raises his own mug in a toast, too.]

To saving the world, I guess.

[superbabysitter]

Give me a nice coffee any day.

[Phil chuckles, giving a nod.]

And a vacation every few years.

[compromisedarrow]

I don't know how you cope being cooped up in base all the time, Coulson. I can't stand it for more than a few days.

[Hawks aren't meant to be cooped up.]

I need time to spread my wings sometimes.

[superbabysitter]

I learned a long time ago to have infinite patience.

[Besides, he gets out on missions with Clint, with Natasha. It can be boring, but he has a purpose in the scheme. One people rarely pay attention to; he was never looking for glory anyways.]

You do. And a long lead.

[He sighs, enjoying the way the twilight was descending in the rain. Wouldn't be a bad place to retire, really. If he lived that long.]

[compromisedarrow]

Well, you put up with me.

[Mug raised in another toast at that.]

Aw, c'mon, Phil. Don't be like that! [Have his best hurt puppy look.]

[superbabysitter]

Of course I do.

[Because no one else could handle him. And frankly...he likes being around Clint. Things are never dull, to say the least.]

I do enjoy how you use that like it could actually effect me.

[But he does, get, however, a genuine, warm smile.]

[compromisedarrow]

Worth a try, right?

[Have a grin back. When Coulson wasn't being all professional, he was good to hang around with.]

...So why can't we use the Helicarrier to make the weather better?

[superbabysitter]

[Phil chuckled, raising an eyebrow.]

It's called enjoying the moment--and the miserable weather. It wouldn't be much of a vacation if we have to call into work, is it?

[compromisedarrow]

I'm sure if anyone could manage it, Coulson, it'd be you.

[He's still grinning as he says that.]

[superbabysitter]

There is a difference between having the capacity to do it, and actually doing it, Clint.

[That grin will get you no where. Even if it's a nice one.]

[compromisedarrow]

What, you're saying you're turning down the challenge?

[He slips a hip flask out, taking a hit of whatever's in there before offering it to Coulson. If there was only rain and sheep, he was getting drunk.]

[superbabysitter]

That isn't a challenge. Doing it in morse code, might be.

[He takes the flask, downing a good shot of it before passing it back.]

Is it really that important to you to have better weather?

[The question is actually serious; Phil doesn't mind the rain, much, but this is for Clint's enjoyment too.]

[compromisedarrow]

Not really. As long as we don't run out of beer and food, I'll be fine.

[superbabysitter]

Well lucky for you, I think we're fine on both fronts.

[Phil leaned down, and tugged some donuts out of his pack for himself. They were the one vise he allowed himself, really.

Eating--at least. Alcohol and coffee didn't count.]

[compromisedarrow]

Well, that's good to hear.

[He claps a hand on Coulson's shoulder.]

Knew I could count on you for something.

[Joking.]

[superbabysitter]

Your confidence is the only thing that keeps me going, Barton.

[Dry sarcasm, there, as he pops a donut into his mouth.]

[compromisedarrow]

Glad I'm good enough for something.