[ALL SKATE] Caribbean Outlet Funteims Wow!

[mnt_mike]

It might be 72/22 degrees when you exit through the Lake Door towards Lake Hogwarts, but once you go out and to the right, towards where the highland scrub turns into powder-white sand, the temperature jumps a good 13/7 degrees.

Welcome to the Caribbean Outlet.
A section of the Lake that makes about as much sense as anywhere else does.
There are palm trees. 
There are cabanas.
There are hammocks.
And there might even be a Tiki Bar festooned with bikini tops and bottoms. 
...
Or not. 
Ask Mike no questions, and you'll get no answers...no that's not true, he'll probably give you answers to questions you never even dreamed of asking, likely because you value your sanity.

[oom: All Skate rules apply here, meaning all are welcome.
All is defined as non-members of the comm. Duplicate characters. Retired characters. Non-canon characters.
Why? Times are tough enough already, and community overrules...well, rules.

Much like Vegas, what happens in All Skates, stays in All Skates.
Be on your best behavior, and you won't find your characters tossed into Lost and Found. - bing]

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[blackholesandrevelations]

"We've all been there," John tosses over his shoulder as he leads them to the blanket he set up. There's a baby bag, a cooler and another bag holding the edges of the blanket down, and in the middle a little baby seat with an umbrella.

Moving the seat to the side, John kicks his sandals off and sits down with the baby, before placing him in the seat. Deke fusses at the lack of fatherly contact, but quiets when John hands him a stuffed animal Bar gave him on the way in. A little rabbit, an animal Deke will never see.

There's also a DRD on the cooler, humming a song. He beeps, annoyed, when John picks him up and sets him on the blanket to get a beer. "Fives, this is 1812. He knows one song and needs a new paint job but he's a good buddy. Aren't you buddy?"

Fives gets handed a beer! :D

[5ame_heart]

Hey, a beer! Hopefully John has been kind enough to open it so we don't need to worry about any pandimensional drinks container shenanigans. Either way, Fives lifts is in thanks.

"Hey, buddy," he says sincerely to 1812. Always pays to be nice to droids. "This guy treating you right?"

[blackholesandrevelations]

The DRD beeps at him. It sounds affirmative. Probably.

"So, Fives, what do you do?" John leans back on his arm, grabbing a pair of sunglasses from his bag and tossing them on.

[5ame_heart]

It's a strange question to ask a clone - you might ask for a rank or an assignment, but you wouldn't phrase it like that, but Fives is learning. And besides, John seems so obviously a civilian.

So it takes him a moment to realise what answer is required of him.

"I'm a soldier," he says, "in the Clone Army."

[blackholesandrevelations]

"The Clone Army," John muses, watching the other man over the rim of his beer bottle. "My wife's formerly a solider. Peacekeeper. I am an astronaut. Or, was."

[5ame_heart]

If there were any of his brothers around, he could prove it, as it is, Fives looks just as unique as anyone else.

"'Peacekeeper,'" he repeats, "sounds like a Jedi. What's an astronaut?"

[blackholesandrevelations]

Jedi. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE


Okay John, be cool. Be cool.

"Ah, the Peacekeepers were a misnomer. Bad guys, actually. Astronauts're like space scientists. My planet didn't have long-rage space capabilities, but we would send rockets into space and fly around a bit, do some research. I got thrown into a wormhole and spit out in another galaxy."

He says this, then sips his beer like nothing is weird about this.

[5ame_heart]

"Huh," says Fives. And he's frowning, but only out of mild interest. "Never heard of wormholes being able to do that."

That's the only weird thing.

[blackholesandrevelations]

"Yeah, neither had I," John shrugs, frowning out towards the lake. "But boy did it give me a wacky few years."

[5ame_heart]

Fives, now sitting, and considerably more relaxed, less awkward puppy, rubs the back of his head as he considers.

"The Galaxy's wacky enough," he says, "I don't think I want to know how wacky a completely different Galaxy can get."

Although, to be fair, on wackiness scales, his Galaxy is a contender.