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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.

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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.

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.

"The tendency to perceive patterns in unrelated things," Murmur offered as he strolled quietly toward her along the sand. Coming to stand, perhaps obliviously, so that his shadow cast over those lobstering shoulders. Or was it intentional? Hard to say, as Murmur's gaze was locked out over the water, and not down at the slowly burning and obviously distressed human nearby. If her muttering were a prayer, it would be one of the stranger ones he's heard. Murmur has heard a lot of prayers.

"I cannot help but feel a little called out." He offered in a friendly, yet somehow just this side of monotone tone. After all, he had been the one spending unreasonable amounts of time listening to the wind and sea for answers. Yet, so far, nothing was forthcoming.

Typical.

It's not like Jack knows how to make a soufflé either - she's a good Midwestern meat-and-potatoes kinda girl, knows how to make a few staple dishes that can be switched up with different ingredients for variety, but anything with a French name is well out of her wheelhouse. She tends to lurk in the shadows and watch people, and that's a habit she hasn't broken just because she's in space with a shipload of strangers. The kitchen is actually a pretty good place to lurk and watch, and Alex is a great subject of study.

"I bet we could pitch a new 'Chopped' series, if we ever get anywhere with decent interdimensional wifi," she remarks from where she's perched on an out-of-the-way counter, legs slowly swinging back and forth. "'Chopped: In Space'! That's got a pretty good ring to it, don't you think?"

"You might want to make scrambled eggs with that and start over," comes a soft voice with a lightly wry note to it, accompanied by a rather tall woman who'd been leaving her cabin.

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