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]

She's dealt with a lot of unique individuals over the years, on both sides of the line and people who are just trying to live their lives. There's no real shock or gasp or even questions. Jane can and will tell her what she wants to tell her. Part of being an investigative journalist is knowing when not to ask questions.

"I know a lot of metahumans back home," she says with an easy enough nod, "and I've met a few people where there's... multiple people in the same body."

The most important thing is this:

"If I see Babydoll again, I'll do my best to keep her safe and happy."

[fuckregularpeople]

"Yeah?" Jane's a little impressed, most people back home didn't know exactly what to do with her on either front. She hasn't met others with multiple personalities very often, and certainly not another metahuman like herself. Her selves. "You're not a psychologist, are you?"

It'd bother her if Clara is; 1970s mental health treatment would make anybody jaded. But even if she is a doctor, Jane has to admit she'd done a good job taking care of Baby Doll.

"Thanks. She needs someone who'll do that."

[shahrrehth]

She shakes her head. Firmly.

"Used to be a lawyer. As in 'first, we kill all the'." But the wry smile it comes with says she's not bitter about it. "Now, I'm a journalist. Or at least, I was before I got here."

And a superhero. That part she's not mentioning.

[fuckregularpeople]

Jane shrugs, fairly neutral on the concept of lawyers as a whole. It's better than misguided or hostile doctors, at least. Being a journalist sounds pretty noble, too.

"So -- what, you've interviewed people like me?"

[shahrrehth]

"For the metahuman part," she starts off, "I know a few personally and, well, I live in Metropolis," which should explain a few things right off the bat. "Mental health wise, I wasn't a corporate lawyer or anything. I was a public defender. DID wasn't super common but I met a couple of people with disassociation issues."

[fuckregularpeople]

"Ah, yeah." That definitely explains a lot. Metropolis is the city for loud and proud metahumans, although a lot of them are the type you probably wouldn't want to meet. And of course a public defender would meet people with issues.

Jane's not sure where to go from there. None of this makes her trust Clara exactly, but she's sure she's being honest. She's been fair so far, and she might keep that up.

"Found anywhere here that serves burritos?"

[shahrrehth]

That... actually gets a bit of a laugh from her but she can't help but shake her head. She knows that slightly awkward pause before a question like that; sometimes, she's terrible with discussion, leaning on a similar job or a shared area or shared troubles to keep the conversation going. She keeps discussion shallow, pointedly, not out of a desire to keep people away but... well, a necessity.

But she'll attach immediately to 'burritos'.

"No luck for serving burritos, but I'm not too bad in the kitchen. Maybe I'll see what I can whip up if you're having a hankering."

[fuckregularpeople]

Everyone likes burritos, it's a safe bet to take. Jane would love one right about now, some familiar food sounds awesome and it's a way better thing to discuss than almost anything else they could talk about.

"Yeah?" She arches an eyebrow. "You can get the stuff for that here? I can barely find pants."

[shahrrehth]

"I've actually been stocking the kitchen in the ship and working on our supplies," she admits, which is helped by the fact that she lives right next to it now, "so... it *might* be a little bit rigged up, but I think I should be able to manage it."

She grins at the thought. Burritos actually sound pretty appealing, honestly.

"It's just a matter of duplicating the flavor profile and the textures. I'll see what I can do."

[fuckregularpeople]

"But you could do it? Well shit, what else do you need?" If this island has something akin to the necessary ingredients, Jane wants to root it out now.

And of course burritos sound good, don't they always? (See? Jane makes sense sometimes.)