event } lime, coconut, explosions

[seeingyou]

WHO: All y’all
WHAT: A nice vacation to ease everyone in
WHERE: Various locations on Alkonost Island, including Navi
WHEN: Sept 12-30
WARNINGS: Use ‘em in your threads if needed!

Welcome to Alkonost, the beautiful tropical island on the planet Tetagari where you have just made an emergency crash landing! You’ll be here for a while, so settle in and get cozy with your new shipmates until Navi is repaired and ready for takeoff.

Alkonost is a small island with an eponymous beachfront village, with the rest of the land covered in tropical rainforest, dry forest, and grasslands. Most of the land is still wild, as the Alkonost population is centered at the beach, though ancient ruins can be found a bit more inland. Alkonostians are a humanoid, amphibious people, with light green skin, gills, and webbed fingers; they are friendly and welcoming to tourists, business contacts, and intergalactic refugees alike.

Speaking of business, the main exports of Alkonost are various types of fish, shell jewelry, and a unique, dark red pearl that is only cultivated in the waters surrounding the island. These red pearls are highly prized on other islands and provide the bulk of income for the Alkonost population. They’ve also recently attracted a band of pesky pirates, which has taken to raiding export ships and even the pearl farms themselves, on occasion. Warning signs are posted near the shoreline and will be explained by locals if asked.

While visiting, you can elect to work as part of a fishing or pearl farming crew, or with one of the island’s fruit collection squads, and you’ll be paid daily in fresh fish and equally fresh fruit. For necessities of the non-consumable sort, the village open-air market is open every day for all of your shopping needs. Otherwise, grab some sun on the beach, dance and sing around bonfires at night, get to know your fellow passengers, or just chill on the ship and get to know Navi.

Comments

[shahrrehth]

Clara can't say she's pleased about... well, most of this situation, but she also can't seem to find a way out of it. Which is why, for the moment, she's going to try and do the same thing everyone else is...

beach and diving

Beaches aren't exactly plentiful where she's from; oh there's a beach or two in Metropolis, but it's not as if she gets to enjoy it most of the time. Here, though, not only does she get to help out the local community by pearl diving, but she can spend some of her leisure time relaxing out on the beach, either swimming or just laying out in the sun, soaking up the sunlight in a way that is uniquely enjoyable for someone with her physiology. She hadn't so much had anything one could call a swim suit, but she's made due with some supplies from the locals and a bit of creative tying up. Makeshift though it might be, it's doing what she needs from a bikini and that's the important part.

fruit picking

Fruit picking is a lot closer to the kind of work she's used to from her childhood and that's definitely one of the reasons she takes up some work among those harvesting; she knows the work, she's good at it, and she knows how easy it is to lose part of the harvest if it isn't done quick enough. Besides, it's always nice to be able to get your snack right from the tree you're working on when the fruit's already too ripe for collecting.

pirate problems

Of course someone like Clara, someone like Superwoman, is going to take action on the pirates.

...but she's well aware that doing so in the way she usually would is just not going to work right at the moment. Instead, she's going to start by trying to see if anyone else among her companions is interested in doing something. Hopefully, she can just play helpful back up and fill in a few gaps without spilling all the beans about her abilities. She's not quite comfortable with the idea of that, not even remotely, and she's trying to think ahead, plan out how she's going to handle the matter of her secret if it turns out she's stuck with this crew for the remainder of their voyage.

It's not something she wants to leave to chance and, if she can, she'd prefer not to force it out too quickly. So she's going to start approaching folks she thinks are likely to see what they say. Do you look helpful?

on board

Getting to know Navi, and the space on the ship that it seems like she's going to be spending a lot of time on... those are priorities too. Honestly, it's amazing how many things she seems to get up to in a day. It's almost like she's used to handling two entirely different schedules...

But you're just as likely to find her speaking to Navi or exploring the ship as you are to find her out on the beach. Feel free to join her on any of that, of course.

The other place on board you might find her is the kitchen, stashing food stuff and, perhaps surprisingly, canning up even more things. There’s no telling how much they’re going to need or what state the refrigerator might get to if system resources are needed elsewhere so she’s planning ahead.

...if a tray or two of cookies happen in the meanwhile, we’ll, hopefully her new crew mates like chocolate chip.

wildcard

[For anything else you can think of! I'm on the Discord server and yarnzipan @ plurk!]

Fruit picking

[albatrossomen]

For his part Murmur had been floating around doing what he did best: collecting information. Much of that had been through casually assisting the laborers while prompting them for conversation. He wasn't very useful in the labor department, but the locals didn't seem to mind. Mostly they were happy to teach a foreigner about their island.

Upon discovering a few tidbits that might lead to something very interesting he proceeded to search out a potential comrade or two for the adventure. There isn't much fun in exploring by yourself.

Clara had proven to be someone both pleasantly optimistic, and capable of decisive action when needed. She would make for an excellent traveling companion. He approached with a friendly smile while she was busy in a tree.

"Good afternoon! I hope I am not interrupting you?"

beach

[fuckregularpeople]

Jane hates this. She has nothing good to say about being dragged on board the ship, their crash landing, or their current repose on this strange land. That said, she doesn't completely ingore that the beach is pretty. She's walking its length barefoot, her combat boots in hand, when she catches sight of a sunbathing Clara and meanders over to her. She settles down around twelve feet away, flopping onto the powdery dry sand.

"Hey, thanks for taking care of Baby Doll."

cw: Dabi is a jerk and also has staples in his skin for those who don't like that, okay THAT is all

[crispycriminal]

All of this was stupid. Every bit of it. Being on a space ship? Stupid. The people that were on the space ship? Stupid. Crash landing on a foreign land? Oh that was just double stupid. Triple if there was a count on the stupids he had already laid down. Quadruple if he counted other things he had seen that day. Back home he would have found the biggest baddest and burned them to a crisp, but it wasn't as easy as doing that and disappearing into the night anymore. Also, by the way, stupid.

The people that lived on the island reminded him of Spinner and being the only one to show up out of the entire league? Stupid. Especially since Toga probably would've loved some of the things that he saw in the market. Their market wasn't so bad. In fact, he could be found at some stalls, taking a look at a few things, trinkets that he wouldn't admit were likely for her. His unlikely 'family' that he had been so roughly thrust into in his life deserved a few nice things.

Mister would have loved a lot of this crap, too, more like he would have liked stealing it, but Dabi didn't know how long they'd be on the island and didn't favour being stalked down the whole time. Not yet, he probably would end up nicking a few things before the end of their journey, but certainly not this time.

The other places he could be found were food stalls or small seating areas he could sit and eat the food in. Despite his monstrous appearance, he still had to eat. His favourite was probably just walking on the beach with his boots off in his opposite hand, letting the water hit up to his ankles. If someone was careful enough, they might catch a moment of weakness and him bent over to help a creature back on to its scuttle-y legs so it could get back into the water instead of ending up on its back, dying on the sands. Or maybe it was supposed to be on its back? Oh well, it went in the water anyway.

Whatever he got found doing, likely he would find the motif and consider it stupid.

@ the market

[sisterswitch]

Jack wouldn't argue about this whole situation being kinda stupid, but she's just spent the last three years in a neon hellscape, so at least the scenery is different? It's actually almost refreshing to be on a beach, where the horizon isn't blocked by skyscrapers.

She can do without all of this sunshine, though. The market provides a nice escape into shade (her natural habitat), so she spends a fair amount of time browsing even when she doesn't need to buy anything specific. Today, though, there's one item in particular she's determined to hunt down. And hey, she recognizes Dabi from the ship (hard not to, he doesn't exactly have a forgettable appearance), so why not strike up a conversation while she's here?

"I don't suppose you've seen any journals for sale around, have you?"

Beach

[unnecessaryflourishes]

Crash landing is certainly not something that ranks high on Emet's list of things to do again. Nor had it been anything that had ranked high on his list of things to do in the first place. Not that there's anything much he can do about it now, of course. But as beginnings go, it's certainly not auspicious. Even if the ship they'd found themselves on is supposed to be able to repair itself.

(Which he's not entirely sure he believes, but it's not like there's much of a choice, either.)

"Taking in the scenery?"

There's not much else to do, of course. But that hardly means that he can't ask.

[albatrossomen]

The conversation with Tim had helped alleviate some of Murmur's initial reservations. If they were indeed there thanks to random cosmic influence then he was comfortable enough taking that as an indication he was meant to be there. And if that was so, then it logically followed that he was permitted to assist this strange synthetic being with their escape. Of course that still left the question of how exactly to do that, but Murmur was eager for the opportunity to pursue a goal he didn't know the outcome of.

It was rare for him to be surprised, he resolved to not let this opportunity slip by unappreciated.

The Ship/Navi:

The first order of business was getting to know their host, and transport. After his time in Dualis Murmur was still put off by synthetic beings, but Navi being partially organic and certainly more agreeable did help to reassure him. He felt it prudent to spend some time getting to know Navi, as well as the layout of the living vessel itself.

Their new home, for the time being. Certainly not a situation an angel ever expected to find himself in.

Murmur could be found just about anywhere aboard, if one were so inclined to stop to talk to him. At least in the early stages after their unpleasant landing, later on he would be much more likely to be found outside.

The Beach:

Like on the beach. A place he found himself wandering to any time he ran out of things to investigate or question and the homesickness became just a little too overwhelming. While he had no intent to speak on it; that call, that deep aching longing to return would sneak up on him. And soon enough he found himself out along the beach, far away from where the mortals were playing.

Just... Staring out to sea. Where time would escape him and sometimes he'd be out there, unmoving, for hours. Taking solace in the small fact that at least out here, no matter how far from his own universe and home, oceans were still very much the same.

Bothering the natives

Otherwise one could catch him out and about among the locals. Helping with the odd idle task here and there, or browsing the market stalls. At some point he would pick up a fresh set of clothing, along with a simple crystal sphere that could tuck easily away into a pocket. Should he happen along a decent length of leather wrapping he could fashion himself a proper glove to hold it in. An odd choice to carry on one's hand, but then again what about the guy wearing long-sleeves on the beach wasn't odd?

Maybe more odd was how swiftly and conspicuously he'd disappear any time it sounded like pirates were starting up their antics. This was something he couldn't get involved in, no matter how much he'd have wanted to assist.

Wildcard: [Hit me up if there's any other place you might want to catch Murmur!]

life is currently a BEACH

[sisterswitch]

Jack has been watching Murmur stand like a statue while staring out at the sea for the better part of twenty minutes by the time she decides to say something.

"You know, this is my first time on a beach, and I just keep thinking about this old song by the Cure."

That's a perfectly normal way of starting a conversation, right? Anyway, she's seated on the ground back in the shade, where the forest starts to meet the beach. The journal she acquired at the market is open in her lap, and she places the pen down in valley between the pages while she stretches her fingers out.

Beach

[unnecessaryflourishes]

When you get right down to it, most worlds are the same. Or at least, can be generally counted on to have the same sorts of features. Oceans, beaches, some variety of local wildlife. But after having spent entirely too long in the company of the other people on board the ship, he doesn't feel remotely inclined to mingle with the people of this planet. Even if it is one that he hasn't so much as heard of, before.

(Eventually he might do some exploring. Right now, however, he doesn't care to.)

There is, however, the matter of the sole being to catch his attention early. Not that he sets out to go looking, of course, but once he picks up that same Light he'd noticed earlier, it's easy enough to turn his steps in that direction.

"I wouldn't have thought a simple ocean to be that interesting. Unless it's something you didn't have a chance to see much of, previously?"

[secreteary]

wherever you find Martin, he's doing one of two things: either fussing over others and making sure they're alright (they usually are, and if he's honest with himself he wouldn't know what to do if they aren't), or scowling with his arms folded at some part of the scenery he's currently in; half angry and half deeply worried.

[so, pick your poison:

Martin is either trying to trying to talk to the Navi for any proof they might have that this is real and not a part of where he just came from, or in his head;

on the beach staring off at the ocean or the ship lost in thought or running away from the pirates (combat-trained, he is NOT);

sitting under a fruit tree looking VERY upset,

or in the kitchen trying to find something.]

[eyediot]

[Jon has decided the ship? Well and far above his pay grade. He's stuck here though from the looks of it. Not his flight crashing, not a weird dream, just. More strangeness that, for once in these last couple of years, may not actually be Institute related.

He's grumbling to himself as he moves to sit under a tree, taking his bag off from his shoulder to take stock of what he has with him.]

Gerry's page gone... Lighter's here. Recorder, keys... [And a sigh of relief.] Some statements, that's good...

[He hasn't caught on someone is sitting on the other side of the same tree yet.]

kitchen

[shahrrehth]

"Was there something in particular you were looking for?" comes the voice from behind him in the kitchen. When, or if, he turns he's going to see a woman with a friendly smile tilting her head trying to see what he's digging into.

[unnecessaryflourishes]

[It's not, directly, Emet's intention to go around making the acquaintance of everyone from the ship he hasn't already spoken to. There will, presumably, be time enough for that later, whether he wants to or no. (There is after all, only so much space aboard any kind of ship, and this one seems to be no exception.)

On the other hand, when his wanderings have him drawing near to the tree Martin is sitting under he can't resist speaking up.]

Whatever did that poor tree do?

get chatty with navi!

[seeingyou]

[want answers? want to get to know your new ship-shaped friend? stop on by navi's room and get your chat on ... as much as a chat can be had via psychic link, at least.]

[albatrossomen]

[You bet he wants answers! The brief talk with Tim had helped to erase some doubts, but Murmur would still like to know the nature of this being they found themselves uh... currently living in? That's not a situation he's found himself in before. How novel! Very exciting, inconveniences aside.

Fortunately Navi does have a soul, which immediately makes them significantly more approachable than the other synthetic lifeforms he's had recent contact with.]

One must admit that was certainly not an ideal method of introduction, are you well?

[He asks as he approaches, Navi did just crash land that probably wasn't pleasant.]

[shahrrehth]

She's a little tentative, for obvious reasons, considering the fact that she'd effectively been kidnapped and she can't help but be concerned about what was going on back at home while she was here. Not to mention... well, what's going on here. But that doesn't mean she's going to avoid Navi, both because that would be cruel but also unhelpful and well, she can be stubborn but she does her best not to be prideful.

So...

"Navi? That's your name, right?"

[secreteary]

[Navi some people are coming to you very nicely but here comes someone who is Big Mad

...or, Martin starts out that way, hesitates when he gets a little intimidated at how to start, then puffs himself up again.]

Navi! I have some issues with you that. That I'd like- I want some answers!

[...]

Please!

Re: get chatty with navi!

[waxenwing]

This is weird, really weird, but Isaac's pretty sure he can't call anything else strange when he can remember ancient Greece, so he can at least sort of embrace this weird.

Or drink his way through it, whichever works.

He's a little hungover when he stumbles into Navi's room, but mostly sober at least.

"Hey, uh, Navi right? Do you do all the repairs yourself or could you use a hand? I've got at least one..."

[sisterswitch]

Jack is generally pretty good at rolling with the punches that come her way (metaphorical, please, she's a tiny squishy mage) and acting like not much fazes her, but landing on a tropical island with an abundance of sunshine and zero wifi is the exact opposite of her idea of a good time. She's not much for loudly complaining, though - be the change you want to see, right? She's entirely capable of finding ways to occupy her time, even if they aren't her ideal.

During the day, she'll often be found on the ship, either getting to know Navi a bit better or lurking in one of the common areas. Once she procures a journal from the market, she spends time on the beach - back in the shady areas where the forest meets the sand, of course, a bit removed from the village - filling up the blank pages with scribbling and doodles. An artist she is not, but words are easy enough.

At night, once the sun has disappeared, Jack feels much more in her element. Some people are frightened by the dark, but it's been a comfort for her as long as she can remember. It's her nature to gravitate toward the back of a crowd, so even when she joins the festivities at the nightly bonfires, she keeps a bit of distance between herself and the villagers.

She's used to being alone, so she doesn't typically seek out the companionship of others. But Jack can be friendly enough and open to conversation if approached. She doesn't bite - not on this side of the Primordial Dream, at least.

bonfire

[shahrrehth]

She's seen Jack around but she's noticed that, for the most part, she tends to keep to herself and she's always firmly believed that folks who want to be left on their own ought to be left on their own. But when they're at the bonfire, she keeps her distance, but the whole thing is a social thing by nature, so she feels like this is when she can make her way over and say hello.

She offers a little wave, then gestures towards a seat near her. She'll still go if Jack says no, but she's hoping not.

beach

[fuckregularpeople]

It seems that Jack picked up an implement of expression at the market too. The Hangman's Daughter watches her hand move over the page, watching the ink flow in organic and crude patterns. She studies the figures Jack draws. Her fingers itch. She wishes she could do the same thing.

"Excuse me," she says softly, apologetically. "You have a pen and paper?" She moves into the shade, her head tilted and her eyes sad and wide. Jane has argued with this woman and she knows it, had suspected the worst of her, but the Hangman's Daughter is less reactionary than Jane is. Perhaps Jack was trustworthy, perhaps not, but she'd done nothing so far to harm them.

"May I have a page, please? If you'd like something in return, I could paint your nails." She fishes into the pocket of her jacket, pulling out the single bottle of dark purple nail polish Jane bought from the market. It's not much of a trade, but it's the best she could do at the moment.

ship

[clavis_caerulea]

It's during one of those times on the ship that she'll see a gentleman walk out of one of the rooms on the first floor. He's wearing what is clearly some sort of uniform in a deep blue color with a high collar; his hair is a neat undercut with a bit of grey at the temples, and he's cleanshaven. He's fixing his cufflinks as he makes his way out and he smiles over at Jack once he sees her.

"Hello. I suppose you're one of the others who've been transported here."

[unnecessaryflourishes]

[Beach]

After the thoroughly unpleasant landing - and the events that had proceeded it - Emet-Selch is, by and large, more than ready to not have to deal with people any more than is strictly necessary. And while beaches are not precisely the sort of places he might typically have sought out, they are at least somewhat less populated.

In theory.

All the same, it's there he can be found, sitting back against the trunk of a tree, eyes closed and looking for all the world like he is indeed fast asleep. And without so much as the slightest concern for either what the local wildlife might get up to or the potential threat of pirates. (Or, for that matter, what his fellow travelers might do.)

[Markets]

Later on in their stay, once he's had time enough to put things behind him a little more, he can also be found strolling the markets, peering over knick-knacks and actually useful items alike with a mild curiosity that leans a little more towards disinterest than anything else. But it's something to do, and besides. It's not impossible that he'll happen across something interesting. Or someone

Markets

[fuckregularpeople]

Alien markets are different than their earthly counterparts, and as it turns out Jane does much better paying a set price than trying to haggle. She attempted the art upon finding some useable clothes, but is fighting with the vendor when trying to complete her purchase.

"Yeah, I know the socks are cheap," Jane huffs, "I just don't need itchy plant-fiber shit on my feet since these things are rough as fuck. I'm not paying anything extra for them! Just give me the pants!"

She recognizes the guy wearing the antique chair easily, clocking Emet and nodding him over to examine the textiles on display. "You wouldn't wear these either, right?"

Alex Reagan | The Black Tapes Podcast | OTA

[11calls]

Beaches

Normally, the beaches in Alex Reagan’s life are cold. But. This isn’t exactly Alex Reagan’s normal life now is it? She’s sitting in the sand, and is definitely getting badly sunburned as she just stares at the small audio recorder in her hand. It’s definitely not a tape recorder, but Alex is still listening to it intently as she just frowns at what she had been recording just before she had been taken. She remembers this quite clearly, and the frown shifts into a chewing on her lower lip as a man’s deep and sexy voice* comes out of it. “It's all conjecture and coincidence. None of this is real.” Then a woman’s voice, this woman’s voice, actually replies: “How can you say that?” And then the man’s voice once more: “It is real in the sense that there is a secret organization that believes it is ushering in the next apocalypse, but what they believe is not real.”

A flick of her finger, and Alex starts the conversation over as she tries to understand what the hell is happening here and how it works in relation to being back home. But’s all she can do to drop her chin onto arms wrapped around her knees and softly mutter: “Apophenia.” The way that she’s saying it definitely doesn’t sound like something similar to a prayer. Definitely not.

on the ship

Welp, there were few things that mixed as poorly as pale skin and Island level sunshine and sitting in it for far too long and in this moment Alex is entirely proof of that. With an appearance that’s more than a little akin to that of a lobster than herself, she just moves very slowly and gingerly through the hallways of the ship. Each step is careful, and her arms are extended out at her sides so that they don’t touch the skin that’s lightly covered by the shirt she had been wearing.

“Hey.” Alex’s voice is soft but welcoming even with the pain in it, the cool Canadian tones coming from it, before she laughs and says: “so I’m an idiot. I don’t suppose you happen to know where the medical bay is? Or at the very least some aloe and Advil?”

On the ship: cooking

Cooking is and never has been Alex Reagan’s strong suit. Maybe the biggest lie that she’d ever told on the show (other than the one about her sleeping) is that she had been able to use the meal company in order to prepare ‘gourmet level food.’ What she had been able to actually prepare instead was gourmet ashes and that was even with following things to the letter and watching it intently. There were some things that Alex just wasn’t able to do (like stopping herself from doing something stupid. Or having a sense of self preservation. Or making bad decisions. Or getting a good night's sleep. Or… Well, it was probably best to stop there.) But cooking definitely seemed to be something that was beyond her.

There’s a reason that back home Alex lives off coffee, take out and ezmac.

It’s probably the fault of the coffee that Alex is even willing to try this experiment out. When she’d started this morning, Alex had found the biggest vessel that she could have and filled it with coffee. It was definitely a mistake, because right now the tiny Canadian is entirely vibrating with caffeine. Her hands are shaking and she’s definitely whisking a whole egg with a spoon. “I wonder if like I could make a soufflé.”

From the fact that the bowl has yoke in it, it’s fairly clear that there is no way in hell Alex Reagan could ever make a soufflé.

ship

[unnecessaryflourishes]

As interesting as the planet is, Emet-Selch only has so much patience for dealing with people. Fortunately, there's at least something else to do, somewhere else to be and while there's no guarantee that he'll always be alone - case in point, this particular meeting - it at least involves somewhat fewer people. Unfortunately, while he understands most of what Alex happens to asking, he doesn't understand quite all of it.

"The what?"

Advil is, perhaps regrettably, not a thing that exists in his reality.

[waxenwing]

Waking up in an unfamiliar place he didn't recognise and that place turning out to be a spaceship had been hard enough to deal with. When one of the first things the ship did after he arrived was crash land, he was officially in a nightmare made real. The only difference between this and his actual nightmares was the presence of other people.

So Isaac did what he always did when he was thrown horrifically into painful memories that he didn't want to even think about - he got very, very drunk.

Isaac can be found spending his time on the beach (drinking), wandering around the market (drunk) or idly exploring the forest (and drinking).

He does also spend a little time on the ship, as uncomfortable as it is to be there, since he knows they're going to have to take off again soon enough. Most of the time onboard he's spending trying to make himself useful repairing things where he can figure them out or Navi lets him - that's about the only activity he won't do drunk (well, tipsy, maybe), but he'll definitely be doing it pretty hungover most of the time.