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[risesagain]

Jean knows that she is well on her way to being terribly sunburned. The tips of her ears have started pinking up as has the bridge of her nose. The sunscreen that she had put on that morning before going out was in the middle of its final throes and giving up at an alarming rate

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[drownondryland]

"I'll settle for one without an umbrella," Meredith says, hands swinging at her sides as she walks over to join Jean. She's finished her morning in the clinic and come right out for a walk, but there's no reason to exert herself when there's a friend to hang out with instead. She meant it, though. Life's back almost to normal, but that doesn't mean she couldn't go for a drink.

[risesagain]

"Hmm," Jean considers bending her leg and tapping her foot in consideration. It is a mildly awkward position to be in, but she just doesn't feel like sitting up just yet.

"I think the umbrellas are half the fun. More of the spirit of the drinks rather than the alcohol or something."

[drownondryland]

"The spirit of the spirits?" she asks, deadpan, settling down to sit at the edge of the dock. Slipping her shoes off and setting them beside her, Meredith eases her feet down into the water. "It does have that particular tropical feel. Like a vacation." Instead of what they have.

[risesagain]

"Exactly," she nods, smiling as she puts on the effort of wincing at the pun. It is sort of terrible and she feels a bit bad for prompting it but she's heard worse.

Sitting up she looks around. "Yeah. Maybe someone will show up with a blender and the fixings out of the blue. I shouldn't wish for that but it would nice."

[drownondryland]

Meredith gives a silent laugh, shrugging. They could always do it themselves, but that would involve a walk, and now she's here, she doesn't want to move. Life's complicated again, but moments like these still feel simple. None of it will ever hold a candle to Seattle for drama anyway.

"And convenient," she says. "You know, it's so strange. I've been here so long and this place still doesn't seem real sometimes."

[risesagain]

"It really doesn't." It didn't help matters when this place brought winter without fall and had dinosaurs lurking on the far side of the island. Even Jean, whose previously life had been a bit less than normal sometimes found this place a bit hard to fathom.

"And I say this as someone who comes from a very strange world."

[drownondryland]

"Very strange," Meredith echoes emphatically, laughing again. "So I hear." She knows so many people from that strange world, it seems nearly as absurd that she's never seen it herself, like she somehow should have. "Don't tell me there were dinosaurs."

[risesagain]

"Okay I won't, but I want you to know that I'd technically be lying by sin of omission."

Manhattan might have been dinosaur free, the Savage Lands were something else entirely. In more ways than just that one. The more she compares it to the worlds other people used to know, the more she is aware of exactly how odd it was.

[drownondryland]

"Was anything impossible or imaginary there?" Meredith asks wryly. She's curious about that world, she can't deny that or pretend otherwise. It's hard to explain why, when she knows they're well and truly stuck here and she'll never see it (well, probably never), but maybe she just wants to understand as much as she can.

[risesagain]

"I don't know," Jean answers a smile on her face. It's a reasonable question. Her home might have been normal for her but she would be lying if she said that there were boundaries that could not be crossed.

"A lot of the things I wound up working with every day were imaginary in my childhood."

[drownondryland]

"Must be weird," Meredith says, then laughs, glancing up at the sky and back at the jungle. "I mean, not that I ever figured any of this would happen, like living in an episode of Gilligan's Island, but somehow..." Somehow it's even stranger, Jean's world.

[risesagain]

"It is, sort of, but I think I would find it just as strange to be in a world that wasn't this or what I used to know." She shrugs, finding no fault in the fact that her home is viewed strangely. Lord knows that she's thought the same thing more often than not.

"You know, I never understood that show. How could the Professor make a radio out of coconuts but not fix the boat?"

[drownondryland]

"I don't know." Meredith shrugs and smirks, weight on her palms as she looks at Jean. "Why don't you ask Tony?" The man's certainly given them more and better technology than she expected out of the place two years ago (but hasn't everything exceed her hopes?). How the pack of geniuses scattered around this place haven't gotten them out yet, she doesn't know. She doesn't even know what she'd do if they solved the riddle of it all.

[risesagain]

"I could, but I would rather not."

The Tony Stark she knew back home is different from the Tony Stark that was here, but Jean still treats the man with a level of caution. Brilliant inventor that he may be, she knows that the world can be a very scary place in part due to the technology that he gave them. Without a Captain America to balance him out, what's the point in pressing those buttons?

Shaking her head slightly at her own silliness, she presses on her temple with her index and middle fingers. "But I probably will."

[drownondryland]

There's something here Meredith's missed, she's sure, but she doesn't feel a need to press the issue. She's been aware for a while that there's something up with the others and Tony and the differences between worlds, but none of that concerns her.

"Although, I don't know, I haven't seen it in a long time, but Peter might be more of a Professor," she muses. "Tony might be Gilligan. Or the rich guy."

[risesagain]

"Thurston?" Jean supplies with a laugh. Tony certainly has that rich and borderline ridiculous way about him that would do just as well for either role.

"Maybe he's a both. A combination Gilligan and Howell, like a superhero version that still cannot get anyone off the island."