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

[superbabysitter]

Neo, do you even remember how to make a proper S'more?

[That actually gets a bit of a grin on his face.]

[latetowork]

There is no proper way to make a s'more. There is only the desired end result, and any means that can produce said result is acceptable. There is no propriety in it.

[So he was waxing philosophical about preparing s'mores, it was something that infiltrated his life. Candies, cookies, vases, and orgasmic cakes were all used as tools to get him to the end; s'mores was just something else that would be inevitably analyzed to prove that reality was not always what one saw.

And while this was being said, Neo was pulling out what looked like a chop shop Foreman grill, some wiring, and a small laptop. For all intents and purposes, it appeared to be a grill that was controlled by a computer.]

What size marshmallow do you want? It can only do four at a time of the regular ones, so if you want super large it takes a bit longer.

[superbabysitter]

And now you're over thinking it.

[Phil raises an eyebrow, and quickly grabs the marshmallows.]

No. We aren't doing it this way.

[And with that he heads out of the tent. He's going to make a fire, Neo. And damn it, you're going to do this the true American Way. With lots of fire and burning.]

[latetowork]

[NO DAMN IT! NO!

Neo knew how to use a computer to get whatever he wanted, okay. For all intents and purposes, he was just an above-ground basement dwelling loser before he got pulled away and plugged out. He would hype himself up on Mountain Dew on the weekends, forget to eat, shower only for work, and spend all of his time in front of a computer.

There was no camping joys in the life of Thomas Anderson. And with Neo, much less so.

His plastic bag of sugar having been stolen (not borrowed) is a grave insult, and he lets out a heavy sigh before shoving the chocolates and sweet crackers into the duffel bag and following him out.]

Is there even any wood? Are you just going to shoot a tree down?

[superbabysitter]

It's called twigs and fallen branches, Neo. I know you lived in a basement, but you've seen movies before.

[Phil's already gathered up a sizable amount, and after crumpling up todays newspaper, he pushes it underneath the pile, setting it alight with a lighter.]

[latetowork]

[He doesn't seek a log to sit on, simply sitting on the ground. He's been in a lot shittier conditions, after all, a little dirt on his pants and clinging to his feet isn't a big deal.

He pulls the foodstuffs out, and slyly produces two skewers. Maybe he had a feeling this would go this way, maybe not, but there they are.]

I only watched good movies.

[superbabysitter]

...oh and what did you consider good?

[Phil took a few branches, and after cleaning off the small twigs from the edges, shoved two marshmallows on each. He handed one to Neo, placing his own over the fire.]

[latetowork]

[Without concern, he unwraps a chocolate bar as the gelatin sugar ball burns, eating it on its own. He brought far more than two could eat. Food in the Matrix, fake as it was, had become to be such a treat.

He's quiet, eyes narrowing. He has to think carefully now...]

Point Break. War Games.

...The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

[superbabysitter]

...those movies are cult classics for a reason.

[In a so bad they are good, way. Phil burns his marshmallows with almost an exact precision. Pulling them off the fire, he starts to work on the graham crackers and chocolate.]

[latetowork]

[Neo actually stops to watch him. It's admirable, how quickly he adapts. How quickly he picks up on things. But, it does draw out a question...]

You a boy scout growing up, Phil?

[superbabysitter]

Ended up an eagle scout, actually.

[Phil smirks, taking a bite of his first one, licking a finger absently.]

It's that obvious, I know.

[latetowork]

[Dark eyes lift to stare at him blankly.

A blink, which is rare coming from him when he's out for staring.]

I don't know what the difference is, Phil. I didn't go outside much, can't you tell?

[He did bring a tech'd out grill for marshmallows, that's a pretty big sign.]

[superbabysitter]

Eagle scout is the highest honor a boyscout can get.

[Phil smirks, starting work on another.]

I was very thorough.

[latetowork]

I see. It's like...king of the boy scouts kind of medal. Honor. Whatever you want to call it.

[Neo's marshmallow is extremely brown by this point, so much so that when he pulls it away there is still some fire tapering off at the end of it. It's not rocket science how to make one, so he simply squashes it between two crackers with chocolate, pulls it off the end, and watches as the chocolate immediately begins to melt. Funny, the way things work.]

So how do you go from learning about poison mushrooms to...where you are now?

[superbabysitter]

In a way, yes.

[Chuckling, he shifts on the log, giving a shrug.]

I grew up believing that the good people out there--the ones that wanted to make a difference, found a way to join something bigger than themselves.

I joined the military...one thing lead to another, and I ended up at SHIELD.

[The simple version really was--it seemed like what Captain America might do.]

[latetowork]

[Neo stops, stilling at his words...but he resumes moving in order to finish the smore in his mouth. One cannot speak with melted chocolate, gelatin, and sweet crackers in their mouth, after all, and Neo actually wants to speak now.]

...it's kind of nice to hear someone call themselves a good person without seeming to realize it, or even preambling about it.

[superbabysitter]

Well now it's just awkward, with you calling it out like that.

[He looks over at Neo, giving a small smirk.]

[latetowork]

[Yep, mouth back to being crammed with smore, good times, man.]

Didn't mean to make it awkward, Phil. But you said it, you know, whether you realize it or not.

[And another marshmallow to add to the fire now, to crumble underneath its heat and turn brown, to become crisp and add that extra flavor that only pure heat can provide.]

Kind of my thing now, I guess. Figuring what's said without being said. If I'm uh...you know, the whole fictional thing where you're from...and you're familiar with it, you might understand.