Life's a Beach

[iwasforgiven]

When: Party Like it's 1957
Who: Jack Harkness cjharknesstw/OTA
Where: Wildwood, New Jersey 1957


What:

He made a promise to have a fun day, one fun day that was a bit more civilized for the 4th of July weekend. It was to be in the style of the life of a Time Traveler so it was to be in any part in the past or future. The past is always fun to revisit so 1957 was the era of choice and Alisa picked the location. It would be unknown except for maybe people in the metropolitan eras of New York City and Philadelphia, Wildwood, New Jersey.

Jack's TARDIS arrived on the beach disguised as a beach cabana and he stepped out in a pair of board shorts, with a beach umbrella, sun glasses and a chair. There's going to be more needed to take the wee ones out for the day.

This trip also included picking up Ianto and Toshiko to join the team on this outing. This also included anyone else who would of been interested in joining him on this trip.


((OOC: People can either tack on to this thread or spread out. The TARDIS is godmod worthy to go back between 21st century New York, Cardiff, 1790 Camping and of course back to 57 for beach times fun. If people do the group thread remember to be polite and take turns. Enjoy the 4th!))

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[open-flame.livejournal.com]

July 4th was never Liz's favorite day, even before it became the anniversary of the day she killed her family because she got too upset to control her fire when she was eleven. The fireworks, the crowds, even as a child it was just a bit too much for her to deal with. After she started to associate the day with the fact she thought of herself as a murderer, even years later and it was pretty much the worst day of the year, every year, and always had been.

The BPRD always sent her on a mission, little things that weren't to concerning like pixie infestations or possessions that she could handle with one hand tied behind her back and very little thought. It was tradition. The distraction mission to keep her out of the BPRD and around some poor black suit who'd keep her from getting depressed enough to put a bullet in her own head. (which she'd considered a few times years ago)

Since coming to Torchwood she'd managed to be able to avoid questions abotu why she was so damn moody around Independence Day somehow. Holing up and hiding from the world worked like a charm her first July there.

But, that wasn't going to work this year. Things had changed, so much that sometimes she wondered why she couldn't let go of that guilt and sadness. Liz had people she cared about here and people that cared about her and trying to casually duck out of an event on the day when all she wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry just wasn't going to happen. Someone would come looking for her, and then she'd have to explain the tears and...no, that wasn't going to work.

So, she did the only thing she could think of: plastered on a fake happy face and pretended everything was fine. Maybe, just maybe it would work.

Maybe.

[gotthemessage.livejournal.com]

He's not quite sure about this, but he's there - in a pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt, which should come close enough to blending in, as long as he's not also wearing socks and shoes.

He steps out, squints against the sun, goes back to find a pair of sunglasses and flops down on the sand, intending to watch rather than just jump in. There's too much going on with, and around him, the past couple of days for his usual confidence to be in present.

Still, when someone approaches he flashes them a smile and says, "hey." Regardless of who that person is. It's a safe, friendly, and too-bright (for anyone who knows him) greeting, but right now it's what he's got.

Well, that and sun, surf, and the possibility of a nice day on the beach. Little things are good things.

He still wants answers.

[redtrainers.livejournal.com]

Gwen wandered out in a fifties style bikini and her hair pulled back in a ponytail. She had left Anwen with Skinny and carried a straw beach bag with some summer supplies. Her shades were on and she had a pair of matching sandals as well. She had really been looking forward to this.

Granted, she didn't really have much to celebrate, but she was glad to be included in the party. All around them people were enjoying the day and wearing the colors. A few boys smiled at her and she smiled right back as she made her way over to Jack.

"Nice spot. Alisa did good." She chuckled and spread out a towel by his chair. "Look at everyone having fun. This is brilliant."

[holmes-reptile.livejournal.com]

Ah yes, the nineteen fifties - Vastra visited this futuristic decade once with the Doctor back when he was in that rather dreadful multi-colour coat with loud voice phase. It struck her as very colourful and finding its feet yet oddly stiffened at the same time.

Honestly she was certain that there was a reason for partying whilst the universe was in possible peril but she and Jack - well, Past Jack to her - were but occupants of the TARDIS with the Doctor, so she had warmed to the occasion by doning a human summer dress from the TARDIS, who had kindly adapted it to her Homo Reptilia self good enough. For once she was shrugging off the idea of being looked at with fear - if anyone outside the TARDIS circle saw and asked her about, she'd mention it was for a 50's monster flick and that would probably stick.

So here she was pool side, soaking up some pleasant sun rays which remind her of her world's ancient past. She'd deal with impending multiversal crisis later.

am open to whatevs

[bottled_drums]

Guess who gave Andrew the slip - and who decided to strip naked rather than wait for someone to dig out a bathing suit for him. Märet's bound and determined to get his skinny dipping in this time before anyone can stop him. He darts out of the TARDIS, but comes to a clumsy stop near Jack as he hits the sand, blinded by the bright light of the sun overhead and reflecting off the water. He brings a hand up to shade his eyes, squinting around at the scene before him. Is that Jack? Yes! He laughs heartily, and then he's off again, tearing down the beach and kicking up sand.