event } ya gotta be a dolphin

[seeingyou]

WHO: All the little fishies!
WHAT: An underwater adventure
WHERE: Kupra City, or you can stay on Navi if ya want
WHEN: Dec. 20-Jan. 2 16
WARNINGS: Use ‘em in your threads if needed! And if you end up taking an extended dip in the big drink, please report it on the death page.

[Hello, passengers! Hope you're all ready for an announcement, 'cause Navi's voice is getting beamed into your head right about ... now.]

Attention, passengers.
We'll be landing soon on the planet Umora, at Kupra City.
We'll be docked for two weeks, local time.
Please stand by for atmospheric entry.

[Is it just your imagination, or does Navi sound more tired than normal? Either way, it's now time to BUCKLE IN, CHAPS. It's not a particularly rough landing, just your standard amount of turbulence, though it may seem a little jarring to those who aren't used to space travel.

Upon docking underwater and disembarking, passengers will find a bank counter just past the terminal, where your new windfall of Navigems can be exchanged for credits (the universal currency).

Have fun! And do try not to drown … ]

Comments

[ancestor]

• “Daycare”

When given the choice between staying aboard the tight quarters of the ship or exploring the planet they remain docked to Azem will always choose to explore the planet. Unfortunately she also happens to have a great deal of plants she needs to tend to in the hydroponic gardens, meaning she reluctantly returns once a day to ensure her plants are growing properly.

By the fourth day a small gaggle of children follows her to Navi, waiting impatiently as she does her daily botanical duties. Every few days another new face joins the group; all myriad of scales, tails, tentacles, webbing, and bioluminescence are represented among the children. Her Carbuncle doesn't look out of place as it monitors the squabbling, roughhousing group.

All misbehaviour stops the moment Azem announces her return—usually by sneaking up on them either from behind or above, courtesy of her skill with teleportation. She gives them a playful fright, earning startled squeals that soon turn to delight.

• Economy 101

While the concept of trade is familiar to her, the concept of money is still baffling. Even more baffling is the concept of poverty; homelessness, starvation, and the lack of basic necessities. This world is not wasteland, incapable of supporting life. There is no reason for this. Creating shelter is simple, as is connecting it to the necessary utilities.

The complicated part is the reaction of the general populous she meant to help. While appreciative, they inform her of the issue of recurring bills and taxation. All things that require currency. Azem doesn't know how to use her universal credits, nor would they be enough for a lifetime of expenses, so she does the next best thing and just creates a great deal of precious metals and gemstones to go with each home... Which draws a great deal of unwanted attention to both her actions and her abilities.

In the end Azem puts her shapechanging skills to good use, altering her form to better blend in among the locals; a warmer skintone, patches of iridescent scales, some fins in the appropriate places.

She lets out quiet, irritated huff once she's suitably camouflaged.

"...Ridiculous!"

• Wildcard

(( I'm open to whatever! I may add more prompts later, which will be identified in the comment subject lines.

notes:
» she generally tends to be around 4'8" in height, except when trying to blend in.

» until she accidentally trashes the economy/discovers how lame greedy people are (~day 10), Hem will be wearing her mask.

» after that point (day 11 onwards) she'll keep iridescent, ivory patches of scales on her cheeks/nose/forehead to obscure her natural appearance instead. kind of like this, albeit more aquatic-y scales and flowing fins rather than draconic-y. ))

Daycare

[albatrossomen]

Despite looking like someone who would be most comfortable tucked away in some stuffy old library never seeing daylight, Murmur was quick to disembark as soon as they were planet side. He may be perfectly comfortable cloistered away somewhere small and quiet, but that's the key isn't it? Quiet. Something some of the passengers are decidedly not.

He'd been out and about, far more elusive than he already was on board, but that didn't mean he didn't take the time to return on occasion. This particular occasion was met with far more noise than he'd been expecting. A whole gaggle of... probably children? Given their wildly varying physiology it was impossible to be completely certain, but they behaved how he expected children to behave. He thinks. It's not like he has much experience.

Unfortunately that meant the way back into the ship was blocked for the time being. So Murmur hung back, waiting for whoever was responsible for all of these to return and gather them up. It didn't take too long for Hemera to appear, setting the pent-up childlike chaos loose. Good, perfect, a distraction. Murmur was just going to take this moment to attempt to skirt around the gaggle, hopefully avoiding the ire of Hemera's highly aggressive pet.

[ancestor]

Had they been human children, Murmur may have successfully been able to slink past unnoticed. Unfortunately for him, one of the children has a particularly keen sense of electroreception. Unfortunately for Azem this particular child is both curious and clingy.

She sigh in fond exasperation, allowing the boy to lead her with two outstretched tentacles (the other six remain firmly wrapped around her arm and torso). He lets out a small sound of triumph when Murmur is within his remarkably long reach and promptly wraps a tentacle around whatever piece of the man is closest.

The child garbles in the unintelligible language of those just learning to speak.

"Karl says that you feel strange and have to play," Azem translates, then quietly chastises 'Karl' in a firm but kind tone. The boy wilts (though maintains his grip on them both) and relents, babbling at Murmur some more.

Azem brightens, audibly delighted by the progress Karl has made with his manners, and Karl brightens along with her.

"He apologizes, and asks if you would like to play."

[albatrossomen]

That is a most excellent point. Murmur was indeed far more accustomed to slipping beneath the notice of humans, and one would have to agree that wasn't always a particularly difficult task. They were, often, not the most aware of their surroundings, and certainly did not possess particularly advanced senses on average. They were more than adequate for their own needs, certainly, but they weren't electroreception. This is what he gets for being lazy.

Granted, it's not necessarily the worst thing in the world. It's just as well that Murmur goes absolutely nowhere without every inch of skin that isn't his face covered, so when the tendrils do grab him there aren't any... unpleasant side effects. He pauses, neither startled nor upset, merely looking on at the alien child with a mixture of puzzlement, and uncertainty.

"Have to." He echoed, tone remaining puzzled, as that was one of the more unusual ways to approach that. But, he soon apologized, and Murmur nodded once in a silent approval. At least his manners were improving.

"I uh... Don't actually know how to play." He admits after a long pause. As it turns out, angels don't do that.