Florida Holiday
John, Shep and Rodney move around the apartment, getting in each other's way as they search for things to pack. The various cupboards come up trumps with just about everything they need, although the surpassing discovery is a set of surfboards in the little storage closet behind the pool.
Rodney eyes the boards with suspicion. "Why are there three? You don't seriously think I'm going to be surfing, do you?" he asks.
He is answered by a brilliant pair of matching grins.
"You never know, Rodney," Shep answers. "Could be fun to give it a try." John chuckles at Rodney's expression and goes back to packing his bag. He knows the surfboard is for Colt; although if Rodney does express an interest, he is sure they can hire another at their destination.
Once they are fully packed, and have successfully argued Rodney out of half his excess baggage; "It's a tropical location, Rodney," and "We'll be staying in a *hotel*, five star accommodation with all the amenities of a busy tourist area, we can pick up anything you'll need,"; they look at one another, at a loss.
"So, how do we..."
The question, raised by one of the Johns, is answered practically. There is a searing flash, the room fading into violet-tinged darkness which gradually fades, their vision filling with the hot, white light of a midday semi-tropical sun. They are standing on a wide, white beach, the sun streaming down from a brilliant sky, the waves of an equally azure ocean curling and crashing upon the ivory sand.
"Guess we should have gotten changed before we left," says John, squinting up into the sunlight and digging in his pocket for his sunglasses as his twin mirrors his movement. Rodney looks around for shade, immediately concerned for his easily burned skin. He gestures to their left, where a clump of palm trees shades the sand invitingly.
"How about we go set up over there, wait for the others to arrive?" he suggests, and heads over to the mini-oasis, leaving his bags for the others to carry. John looks at Shep, he looks back and they shrug, grinning at one another in commiseration; they divide Rodney's luggage (nearly twice as much as theirs put together) between them, and make their way over to the trees where he has already made himself comfortable, leaning back against a scaly trunk with his legs outstretched.