1823/Once Upon A Time in Rio

Once Upon A Time in Rio
Date of Scene:	04 August 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Dragonfly (Arazello), Booster Gold, Vector

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Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    "No, Liz, seriously, just take one small knapsack for the flight. Pack as many other bags as you like; if I can pick them up, we can fly with them. I have the ultimate cargo hold." "Booster, what ... Is that all you're taking? Fill up a suitcase and give it to me. Even if I'm staggering when you hand it to me, I can handle it easily while flying." Nancy is trying to get through the packing and readying for the flight to Brazil. For her part she has two large suitcases, one filled with everything she imagines she'd need for the beaches and nightlife, and the other largely empty. "In case I want to bring a cabana boy back with us," she says with a straight face to Liz.
    Eventually she wrangles everybody into packing and handing her their suitcases. "Alright now, stand back," she warns, "and close your eyes." A bright flash, a thunderclap, and a smell of ozone later Dragonfly stands there, without any luggage whatsoever.
    "Tada!" she says with a grin.
    That was three hours ago. Three hours flying in the air, three hours swooping through the sky, occasionally launching Liz into the air to let her feel flight in slow motion. Three hours playing aerobatic games with Booster Gold. And now, an hour out from Rio, the trio start the gentle slop in for a landing.

Booster Gold has posed:
Three hours is a long time for Booster Gold to be doing -anything-, let alone -one thing-, like /flying/, which is booooring. Thank goodness that Skeets comes loaded with some pretty excellent tri-D videogames and a suite of movies and pop music selections.

Unfortunately, Booster's taste in music and movies tends towards the crass low humor and the mindless pop rock of the collegiate jock.

"Goooooooooooooooooood are we there yet?" he complains to no one in particular, rolling slow barrels in midair. "This is so boring. And forever taakiiiiing," he groans, flying on his back with his hands interlaced behind his neck. "I didn't realize Brazil was so far away. You guys don't even have transonic channels. New York to London? An hour, tops," he says with a dismissive gesture. "And that's for the people too poor to use a boomtube or a blinkpoint drive to get from home to work," he adds.

Vector has posed:
    "Boomtube," Liz repeats back laconically. "Sounds... Safe." There's just that observation and Liz stares down at the city of Rio de Janeiro quietly from her place on Dragonfly's back. IF Booster's been bored then she's been utterly devastated by spending this long in one place with only her fiancee and her MP3 player for a companion. So of course Liz took to rectifying the problem.
    "She was a SEX MACHINE! She kept her motor clean! She was the best DAMN woman that I ever seen! She had those sightless eyes, telling me no lies! Knocking me out with those American thighs!" Liz is singing at the top of her lungs periodically to drown out Booster's music.
    Eventually it shifts to such classics as, "I met a cheerleader, was a real young bleeder! All times I can reminisce!" It gives Eliza something to do so one best believe she isn't backing down when it comes to musical conflict. Soon enough, however, the group is arriving.
     "I mean, I could have run to Brazil and come back to check on you a few itmes but then you'd be all without me, Michael, and then where would you be? Anyway, look. Resort's up ahead." At least this part of Brazil is nice to look at and visit. Not all of them are so inviting. There are plenty of people in swimwear around at least. Even if it's only 70 degrees.

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    "Booster, why don't you just "invent" this boomtube of yours and use the money from that to fund the Superbuddies with a killer HQ?" Dragonfly asks. It's hard to tell if she's being sarcastic or serious. What's not hard to tell is that both her travel companions are driving her a litle batty. The time she just flipped over while Liz was on one of her more loud passages, letting her plummet (well, by her perspective float) down to the ground for a while before catching her with a grin might be a bit of a giveaway there.
    "Thank God!" she exclaims. "We're almost there! I'll set us down out of sight and we can go get a hotel or something."

Booster Gold has posed:
"Uh, do I look like an engineer?" Booster asks Dragonfly, a bit rhetorically. He and Liz have a 'volume competition', until Skeets is blaring out 'American Pie 9' at maximum volume and Liz is almost screaming lyrics at the top of her lungs.

Once they're coming in for landing Booster kills the audio and lands neatly next to the others, still clad in his obnoxious gold and blue which somehow manages to stand out even in the middle of Brazil. He puts his fists on his hips, surveying the beach.

"So this is Brazil, huh?" he asks, squinting skywards as his visor tints itself. "Well, the weather's pretty nice, I'll give it that."

He watches two girls walk past in bikinis, and grins at them with a little wave as they smile back and walk along, hips swaying.

"...scenery's nice," he comments, visibly leaning forward to watch them leave.

Vector has posed:
    "It's not bad," Liz responds to Booster rather mildly, her eyes tracking the path of his own. She takes a deep breath then and hops up, smilingbrightly. Dragonfly gets a kiss on the cheek once he's dismounted and for a second Liz leans into her before turning away.
    With a deep breath Eliza tunrns to survey her surroundings all ato nce, arms outspread as she looks around. "I can get the hotel. Don't worry about that bit. I mean, we still have time to check in. I mean. thirty minutes... "She pauses, withdrawing her cellphone. "Five and a half minutes. Oh, I usually set my clock forward five minutes so Im not late anywhere. ...Oh."
    Liz disappears down the road toward the hotel at a speed that briefly creates a gale force wind to follow her along the street. She leave snot even loud, off-key music to mark her passing.

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    "No, Liz, you're not going to see me in that kind of outfit," Dragonfly says, glaring a bit at her companions. Well, glaring until she spots a couple of guys in speedos walking by. Her bug eyes make it difficult to tell what she's focusing on, but the turn of her head gives a huge clue. As does her vocal trailing-off.
    "Uh, yeah, you go check us in," she says. "Make sure there's ..." Liz is gone.
    "Booster, you're here with two girls and you're looking at other girls? Isn't that a bit rude?" she asks, turning her attention to the boy in blue.
    Yep. The guys thing never happened.

Booster Gold has posed:
"'Booster, you're here with two girls!'" Booster says, mimicking Nancy with a high-pitched twist of his voice. "Sheesh, it's not like /I'm/ getting married," he reminds her, interlacing his fingers lazily and resting them atop his head. "Footloose and fancy-free, baby, that's me," he tells her, moving to walk in the wake Liz left behind.

"So like, what hotel are we staying at?" he inquires, convivially. "It ain't some dive, right? I'd hate to spend my first night in Brazil at some hostel with radroaches in the walls."

Vector has posed:
    "Radroaches? Like from those video games? What's up with that? Are those real?" Liz is back, speaking in rapid fire staccato sentences. She hasn't had her 'medication' in several hours and it's starting to show. She zips from Booster to Dragonfly then, shaking her head briefly as she does so. Blue eyes cast off across the beach and Liz tilts her head slightly.
    "Anyway," the speedster begins, gesturing somewhat manically as she speaks, "Hotel says we're all checked in and to bring our stuff over whenever we like,. I had them send up half a dozen extraa pillows and stock the mini bar," the Brazilian girl is relating quickly. "So we're pretty much good if you want to get something to eat. I was thinking something local, so why not-" Liz pauses, squinting a she stares toward the water.
    "Oh. Looks like the- The Federal University of Rio de Janeiro swim team?" A beat. "Nancy, you're drooling."

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    "I'm just saying, Booster, that you can be a bit discreet when you're ogling." Dragonfly demonstrates this by actually leaning backward to see past Booster in the direction of the lifeguard station. "I mean really, how do you think it makes us feel when you so obviously look elsewhere for beauty?" she continues hypocritically.
    She's GOT to be pulling his leg here now, right? The sunglasses are hiding ... well, nothing much because her eyes aren't very expressive as the bug-woman. But this has to be a subtle joke, right?
    "Oh, hi, babe," Dragonfly says, eyes snapping away from the lifeguards to seek out the swim team. "Whe...?" She pauses and glares at Liz. "That's unfair!" she says, fists on hips. "Funny," she admits, "but really unfair. You know damned well that was the Swedish women's water polo team!"
    She watches Booster's reaction.

Booster Gold has posed:
"Hey. Booster Gold. Hi. Ola," Booster says. He's already walking away from Liz and Nancy, distracted by the allure of his greatest weakness-- attention from the locals. A few children are goggling at him, and some adults are murmuring and pointing at him discreetly.

"Hey, hi. How's it going?" he asks a dusky-skinned woman in her early twenties-- he flashes his most Colgate grin, and though Skeets is providing a tinny translator behind him, there's a universal language for smarmy sleeze.

The girl laughs, half embarassed and titillated by the attention, half uneased by it, and walks off with an uncertain grin for Booster.

"Hey! You two coming?" he calls at Nancy and Liz. "Or are you just gonna keep shopping on the beach?" he asks.

"Hey. Ola. Skeets, what's the word for 'beautiful?'" Booster asks Skeets.

"<<Che bonita is the common dialectual, sir!>>

"Ola, che bonita!" he tells a pair of women across the street.

Vector has posed:
    "Yeah, but you were staring at the swim team. Especially the guy who looked like he was wearing a cod piece," Liz replies in an impatient tone, gesturing again rather vaguely. As the locals start their gawking at Booster Eliza is shaking her head slowly, sighing as she does.
     "I don't think his translaotr is capturing everything they're saying. Or maybe he thinks it's a good thing when a girl says, 'Uh, thanks', and walks away like that... I wouldn't mind some of his confidence though." Liz breathes a soft sigha dn then looks over at the woman standing beside her, reaching out to take Dragonfly's hand into her own much smaller one.
    "It's okay to still be into guys," Liz half whispers. Then she calls loudly in Portuguese, voice pitched low enough it's hard to tell who spoke at a distance, "He only has his bed for two more hours! Don't be cruel! Help a man out." Giggling erupts from a couple of the woman strolling past.
    "Let's head for the water then?"

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    "I'm in ... her body!" Dragonfly hisses. "I'm not really dressed for swimming. And I'm carrying all the luggage ... so I can't even change into something better."
    She giggles at the impact of whatever Liz said, unsure of what it means but easily able to read the reactions.
    "Look, why don't you give me the keys, I'll drop by, drop off the luggage, and come back as Nancy, OK? I can wear a swimsuit then. And look like a person, not like a bug lady."
    "Booster!" she calls out in a louder voice, "I'm going to drop off the luggage and come back. Anything I should bring for you? Swimsuit maybe?"

Booster Gold has posed:
"Huh? Aren't we all going to the hotel first?" Booster asks, squinting at the girls. "What do you want me to do, park my gear in one of those lockers?" he asks them. "We've been flying for like, four hours! Let's /all/ hit the hotel, get changed, plug Skeets into the wall to recharge, that kinda thing. Also-- minibar! I don't know what one of those is, but I think I really wanna find out, because everything I've heard tells me it's awesome."

Vector has posed:
    "Oh, right. Hotel. Ha. Gear. What's that?" Liz sounds vaguely sheepish but then she shrugs slowly. "Okay, fiiine. Have to wait for the water. I'm not even in a swimsuit anyway." The young woman pauses for a second then quickly shakes her head in a flurry of dark tresses. "RIght. Let's head for the hotel. Then the water. Let's GO!" She takes off. Disappears, really. A second later Liz reappears.
    "Oh, right. You can't keep up. Slowly to the hotel!"

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    Dragonfly sighs and shakes her head, raising her arms to the heavens in the universal "Why me?" gesture. "Sweetie?" she suggests. "Do you need to maybe get a bit drunk? Just to slow down a tad?"
    Taking to the air, she flies toward the hotel, finding someplace nearby out of sight to land. Waiting for Liz's arrival ... 5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1 ... and then for Booster to drop in she finally switches to Nancy, spilling suitcases all over the alley.
    "OK, let's get these to the hotel quickly," she says.

Booster Gold has posed:
Booster helps Nancy and Liz haul the suitcases up to the hotel; it's more a question of enough fingers to haul all the goods rather than raw strength, as there's definitely a surfeit of raw physical power among the trio.

Once they're in the room, Booster removes his visored helmet and brushes his fingers through his blonde curls, looking around the room's arrangements. It's a generously appointed suite; oceanside view, living room, bedroom, kitchnette. More of a little extended stay suite than a classic American hotel, which is often just as cheap as possible.

"Hey, this isn't bad!" Booster says, tossing his helmet at the sofa where it bounces and lands upside-down. He tugs at the front of his armor, disengaging the breastplate. "And the beach looks amazing! C'mon you two, let's get changed and head over there!"

Vector has posed:
with     With all of their things in the hotel room and everything laid out Liz is dashing around the little room, opening all of the drawers and checking out verything. She even unwraps the little soap in the bathroom and checks it out before she shoots back to the middle of the room so that she can take a longer look.
    Then Liz pauses. A moment later and all the bags are open, clothes are laid out, some of them are in drawers and she's already into her two piece. Somehing moderately revealing, black, and patterned. She's leaning against the wall beside the odor now. "Come on. I want to get going," Eliza notes brightly. Then she adds sheepishly, "I should pop some quaaludes." She produces a bottle rom a pocket.

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    Nancy collapses on the bed exhausted a while, waiting for the others to change before stirring. "I don't know if you guys realize this," she grouses, "but I've been carrying someone for over four hours whilst flying at supersonic speeds. And now the suitcases up the hill." She roots around in her own emptied suitcase and pulls out a package from its "security pouch", obviously freshly purchased, still in the store wrapping, then glances over at Liz, biting her lower lip.
    "I'll ... uh ... change in the bathroom," she says, quickly slipping into the next room.
    From behind the door can be heard, "You've got to be kidding? What were you thinking Nancy?" Then a sigh. Then the sussurating sigh of clothing being stripped and re-applied. The door opens.
    "Liz? Booster? Promise not to laugh?" she asks plaintively, then steps into the room, obviously uncomfortable in her black one-piece number.

Booster Gold has posed:
Booster ignores the Liz-colored blur and just gets changed in the living room; his armor's tossed in a pile on the sofa and he climbs into a pair of sleek swim trunks in an eye-searing shade of sky blue with pink triangles on it.

"Ahhh, the fresh breeze," he says, while Skeets floats to a power outlet and plugs into it to recharge.

"Why would I make fun of you?" he asks Nancy. He gestures at Liz. "I'm from the far future. I'm used to nude beaches being the norm, and anyway, Liz is wearing less than you are," he says. He grins and shakes his head. "Man, you guys sure are prudes," he commends.

Vector has posed:
    Liz takes a couple of the quaaludes in question and then looks around the room slowly. Then she takes another six. Enough to kill a normal person if they were unlucky. "5... 4... 3... 2... 1..." The speedster counts slowly, blinking her eyes. "Ah... Better. Sorry, Nancy." Liz flashes her fiancee a quick smile before glancing between the other two in the room. She shrugs slowly.
    "I'm a prude?" Eliza asks before shaking her head. "Anyway," the brunete continues quietly. "You look amazing. Like. I'd stop staring aty ou but I don't want to." Liz speaks at a normalpace finally and he hand gestures are circumscribed. Small motions to emphasize words.
    "No way I would make fun of you," Liz promises. " I won't make fun of Booster either, just avoid looking at him until he changes back." There's a brief pause and then Liz adds innocently, "The men's swim team is back in the water right outside our window. If we go now we can probably hit the beach before they leave."

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    "Oh, you know I have eyes only for you, Liz," Nancy lies with a knowing grin. "And that any measurements I take of them at the beach will have NOTHING to do with that second suitcase."
    She eyes Booster's outfit and shakes her head. "The future must be a wonderful place," she says gravely. "I wish I could see it in all its glory."
    Beat.
    "No, Skeets," she adds. "Not now. Let me savour my imagination first."
    She heads to the door. "Coming?" she asks over her shoulder. "They're not going to be there all day."

Booster Gold has posed:
Booster grins at the girls. "Would you two stop makin' mooneyes at each other?" he demands, good-naturedly, and props his hands on his hips, bare chested. "C'mon! Let's go get some towels and run down to the beach. I haven't been swimming in real water for years, and I miss blitzball like you wouldn't /believe/," he tells them.

"Skeets! Keep an eye on my stuff," he tells the drone. "Anyone tries anything, you blast 'em!"

<<Yessir!>> Skeets assures Booster, brightly. <<I hope you and the lovely couple enjoys yourselves!>>

Vector has posed:
    "Really? Because if you don't want to stare at the cue guys in the ridiculously revealing 'hydrodynamic' swimwear then we can stay here for another half hour, right?" Liz is grinning the entire time. "Either way. As long as you come home to me." Shee shrugs sligthly at this.
    "Okay. To the water then." This time Eliza is moving at a fairly moderate pace, reaching for Nanc's hand with the intention of walking down to the beach together. No running ahead or other shenanigans. For once.
    "With any luck, Skeets, we'll have a nice, relaxing day. Yeah right." Liz shrugs at that and then simply continues to walk. "I can't wait to show you off," Liz notes in a sly tone. Then she tells Booster, "And thanks for coming. Believe it or not. Keeps us from getting too wrapped up in stuff like this."

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    "Skeets, could you also look after my and Liz's stuff? Anybody tries anything with our stuff, just incapacitate them or cause them intense confusion."
    "Yeah, and thanks, Booster, for coming along," Nancy adds. "I know you're feeling like a third wheel here, but ... think of it as a steering wheel instead. I don't think we'd have gotten anywhere close to a beach if it was just the two of us, and ... visiting Rio without the beach? That's just dumb."
    She glances over at Liz. "So you don't care where the appetite comes from, just that I'm home for dinner?" she asks with an evil grin before running away, laughing both at the fun of it, and at the pointlessness of running away from someone who could run around the world seven times leisurely before she got to the end of the sidewalk.

Booster Gold has posed:
<<I'm on it!>> Skeets promises, cheerily, and the trio heads down to the beach.

With a whoop Booster charges for the beach-- he crashes into the low tide and dives into the water, swimming with lousy form but a ton of enthusiasm. He gets about ten feet out and stands up, blinking and wiping saltwater from his face.

"Wow! This is even better than I remmember!" he grins. "C'mon! The water's great!" He calls over to the girls.

Vector has posed:
    Nancy runs away and Liz chases after her- at normal speeds. She's mmock glowering and doing her best too loud angry voice as she shouts, "Naaaaaaaancy!" while they run. At that pace it doesn't take long for the two to reach the beach. Somewhere in that time rame Liz catches up to Nancy, hugs the woman close, kisses her neck a few times, and then gesture wildly toward the water. Again, at normal speeds.
    "You're right, looks fantastic! And yeah, basically. Look at whomever you want. Like, I'm pretty cool with stuff. Try me." Then Liz pauses for a beat and adds, "Okay. Water." Off she goes, dashing toward the surf in classic Baywatch style, though she has less bounce than Pamela Anderson did.
    It still draws a couple eyes. Liz has been filling out since she moved in with Nancy. It's pretty noticeable, actually.

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    Once at the beach, running squealing away from Liz before getting caught, Nancy's eyes alternate between her fiancee and ... well ... the other eye candy. The variety that has the other equipment. Even Booster gets checked out when he's not in a position to notice; poor confused lass.
    "Can we pack that one for home?" she murmurs to herself, discreetly eyeing one of the swimming team members. "Look at those shoulders! He'd be great for ... uh ..." She looks across at the frolicking Liz, mind racing. "Mowing the lawn!"
    The lawn that doesn't exist.
    "Hey, you two, wait for me!" Nancy runs after the others into the surf, stubbing her toe on a rock--it turns out beaches aren't like swimming pools--and face-planting into the shallow water.
    Some small children laugh at her as she gets up, face and hair plastered with sand.

Booster Gold has posed:
Booster, despite his many, many, MANY flaws, is fairly buff; he was a collegiate athlete after all, and just because he was kicked from the team for bet-rigging doesn't mean he couldn't get back in someday!

Someday.

So with youth and a rigorous workout routine, he keeps himself in good shape, and he splashes through the water with a lot more enthusiasm than any expertise, until he paddles back towards Liz and Nancy. He watches Liz running, grinning approvingly-- then laughs hysterically when Nancy faceplants.

"Some superhero you are!" he hoots at Nancy, flicking his wrist and flinging a spatter of water her direction.

Vector has posed:
    "You want him to mow your lawn?" Liz asks, glanding down. She lofts her brows briefly and then shrugs her shoulders, grinning. "Well. If you really want you can go ask him." She gestures toward the young man in question and then takes off into the water.
    When Nancy hits the water behind hr Liz turns and blinks a few times. Slowly. She casts her gaze around and then sighs, watching as Nancy stands back up. To Booster Liz says, "SOme kind of superhero, anyway. Just not an aquatic one obviously." Liz, for her part, is a fairly adept swimmed. She gets a lot of practice.
    "We got in the water and Cthulhu hasn't showed up yet. COlor me shocked. Guess I rented that old wooden boat for no reason."

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    Nancy stands in the surf, oozing wounded pride at the ribbing. She crouches down and grabs a handful of the sand and flings it full-force at Booster's chest. Well, that's the intent. She's not Dragonfly so she can't actually guarantee the point of impact. About half of the spreading stuff seems destined to hit its target. The rest misses cleanly, though. And hits the muscle-bound, muscle-brained, steroid-fueled bodybuilder standing near Booster in the back.
    A muscle-brained guy who might easily mistake the trajectory of the stuff that just splattered him. Trace it back to ... the other target.

Booster Gold has posed:
Booster stoops and gathers up a handful of sticky sand, wadding it in his cupped palms and flinging it back at Nancy with a lazy, high arcing ease, just as the big mook behind him whirls to see who was assaulting folks with sand!

"Hey, I'm not exactly Aquaman," Booster tells Liz, moving to stand about knee-deep in the water as Nancy gets up. "But I'm not gonna let a little rock take me out, either! The little rocks, Nance, you gotta watch out for them. You don't wanna be some sucker who ain't paying attention," he scolds her, even as the red-faced jock starts akwwardly knee-stomping through the shallows towards Booster's unguarded back.

Vector has posed:
"    "...Boost, look out behind you. Dude looks pretty pissed," Liz observes quielty. The man is starting to shout in Portuguese. "Going to hit you so hard you you're going bak to our original timeline? I'm adlibbing here." The brunette squints slightly.
    Liz stands beside Nancyh and watches for now. She tilts her head oward her fiancee and then glances back at the confrontation, blinking as she does. Then the small woman shrugs her shoulders slowly and settles in to watch.

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    Nancy calms down a bit after side-stepping the obviously good-spirited return lob. "Right, sorry, Boost," she said. "I just still have a bit of a brittle ego." Liz's arrival at her side distracts her a bit, resulting in an arm around a waist and a fond smile downward. She looks up at Booster just as the guy behind him winds up for the time-travelling punch.
    "Uh...?" she starts, blinking, then pointing behind Booster. Which of course is indistinguishable from pointing AT Booster.
    She decides to amplify.
    "Behind you?"

Booster Gold has posed:
Booster turns just in time for the big fellow to lunge awkwardly forward, trying to shove him. He's got one foot set behind him, so it's a largely ineffective effort; he rocks a little but doesn't shift, his grin turning uncertain.

"Woah, easy buddy!" he tells the fellow, flexing a little. The beach bum yells at him in fast, almost incoherent Portugese; Booster glances over, then groans realizing that Skeets is in the room.

"Hey, woah! I'm not looking for a boyfriend," he tells the furious fellow, holding his hands up. "Uh... oh! Hey, no problema, pendejo!" he says, dipping into his very limited Portugese/Spanish.

This just seems to make the fellow madder.

Vector has posed:
    "Wow, Boost is egging him on. Didn't know he had it in him," is Liz's response to this development. She blinks a few times athen glances at Nancy before looking back at Booster and his conflict with the angry jock beach bum. "Tell him he's 'feo cornudo'," Liz suggests in a mock whisper. Maybe Booster won't her her?
    I can't help him," Liz nots laconically to Nancy.l "I took one or two too many qualudes for that..."

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    "Boost can take care of himself?" Nancy says uncertainly, eyeing the situation and subconsciously pulling Liz closer to her in a defensive gesture. She bites her lip as she watches, wincing as he says a word that even she knows is ... not a good word.
    "If it gets out of hand, you cause a scene and I'll switch," she murmurs down to Liz. "I mean he's a thoughtless lug, but he's OUR thoughtless lug and still a few trillion degrees better than muscledood."

Booster Gold has posed:
Well, this goes pretty predictably. Booster's big and confident, but he's also got an ego the size of a small car and he is at that dangerous age where he's big enough to be dangerous, but not wise enough to be avoiding fights.

So he doesn't exactly pull a sexy karate dodge when the Portugese beach fiend throws a wide, looping hook at his head, hitting him just in front of the ear. Booster shrugs and turns his head away, soaking up the worst of the blow, and then lashes out with the trained violence of a professional crimefighter. Being in a few scrapes with some real villains actively trying to kill you is a far cry from a beachfight.

Three hits-- Booster hits the guy twice, then the beach bruiser hits the sand, groaning in pain at the smart one-two combination Booster had railed him with. Even without his armor, Booster's a naturally fit and tremendously athletic young man.

He looks around at a few angry scowls as the big, blonde, obvious tourist lays out the Brazilian, and he starts backing towards the girls.

"I think we should prepare for imminent cheesing," he mutters to them. "The locals are... unhappy.":

Vector has posed:
    "The two of us are fine," Liz responds with a shrug. "You might want to run back to the hotel though." Eliza watches the takedown and even winces sympathetically when the Brazilian musclehead is soundly demolished. "We're just over here necking in the shallows," she observes then. "I'll catch up to you back at the hotel?" SHe does not appear inclined to move. To be fair, Liz has the accent down perfectly and can- and probably does- pass for a native. that narrows down the list of people who might lash out at her.

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    "I think you should both close your eyes and cover your ears," Nancy says, separating from Liz and stepping away. "If this gets ugly, I'm getting uglier."
    This is new: caring for Booster? Wanting to defend him instead of pinching the bridge of her nose at his antics? "I'm the one who slung the sand," she continues. "It's only fair I should be the one who takes on muscleface there."
    "Hey, pendejo!" she calls out to the humiliated beach bully. "Want to try that on a girl now? I'll even let you have the first swing!"
    She starts stalking toward the guy, grabbing a handful of sand and throwing it sloppily at the dazed bruiser struggling to his feet.
    "Leave Booster alone or so help me I'll tear you apart!"

Booster Gold has posed:
Booster quicksteps past Nancy at an angle, then stoops abruptly and hits her across the thighs with his broad shoulder, his other arm looping around her knees and effortlessly hoisting her onto his shoulder.

"No! Bad Nancy! No murdering!" he yelps, trying to hustle the two of them out of immediate range-- Liz could run to Rio and back before the rest of the beachgoers even leave the water, but it largely looks like one more beach tussle.

Nancy could pretty singlehandedly turn it into a full blown disaster if she got her temper out of hand.

Vector has posed:
    Except Liz can't run to Rio and back at the moment, not that anyone is aware of this fact. She watches all of this, shifting her gaze to Nancy as the woman starts screaming her threasts. Eliza pauses and, for the first time in awhile, takes a full second to think something through. Then she steps forward. Just in time for Booster to solve the problem by running away with Nancy in tow.
    The brunette watches the rest of the swim team come together with their friend, hoist him up, and prepare to advance on Booster. She glances back at her fleeing fiance and the man carrying her - and hesitates. "...I can't think of anything useful I can do to help," Liz admits in a meek voice. Trying to distract the crowd would actually get their attention turned on her and that would be exceptionally bad. As it is she disappears into the mass of people without getting a second glance, chattering excitedly in perfect Portuguese.
    Liz was born here after all.

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    "Booster," Nancy says with suppressed rage as she tries to keep her cool. "Put me down. And by that I mean set me down. On the ground. Not insult me or something like that." She waits as Booster hoofs it. "I can take 'em!" she says. "I can take all of 'em. They'd deserve it for spoiling my holiday like this!"
    A short pause.
    "Booster!?"
    A brief struggle against Booster's far superior physique. Quickly abandoned as pointless.
    "You're OK, right? He didn't hurt you did he?" she finally asks. "It's kinda my fault he went after you, isn't it?"

Booster Gold has posed:
"Don't interrupt the cheesing!" Booster tells Nancy, hustling as fast as he can-- wincing and hopping, he detours for the shady side of the road so the concrete doesn't burn his feet. Thank goodness it's a very short walk back to the hotel, and he sets Nancy down once her ire-- and the ground-- is cool enough.

"He didn't hurt me, it was just a dumb beachfight. I've been in LOADS of those," Booster declares, cheerily. "But killing him over that woulda been a little excessive, even by our standards," he reminds Nancy.

Vector has posed:
    Once the crowd has moved on Liz makes her way bakck to the hotel at a fairly normal pace. She jogs there, moving as a nromal human would and not like she is made of the elemental force of speed. Which is ordinarily fairly close to the truth.
    As it is Liz doesn't catch up with the pair for a good half hour, perhaps longer. When she does Liz remains carefully quiet, gauging their reactions to the event.

Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
    "Nobody beats on a teammate," Nancy says sullenly. "Except me." She punches Booster's arm. "That's for picking me up like that," she adds. "Nobody beats on a teammate especially for something I did," she continues.
    She looks around in a panic. "Where's Liz? Did they get ahold of Liz? She can't run away right now!"