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

[albatrossomen]

"True. Eventually someone would notice."

As a general rule he found mortals to be painfully unobservant, but there were always exceptions to that rule. It only took one to notice something was off before everything became annoying. Whether deliberate or not wasn't important, only that it existed.

"A pleasure," At least they seemed to both be in agreement on what this was. An outreach of an olive branch, so to speak, an unspoken truce between opposing forces. Murmur had no desire to quarrel needlessly, and to him it didn't appear that Emet-Selch did either. Now that they had the pleasantries out of the way, perhaps they could go on to more pleasant topics.

"I am curious to know more of these sin eaters, and indeed Garlemald as well, should you be feeling generous."

[unnecessaryflourishes]

For all that he doesn't - or rather, wouldn't - disagree with Murmur's observation that mortals tend to be unobservant a great deal of the time, the risk of that one person noticing something off had been too great for him to want to risk it. Not least of all because he had ended up spending a great deal of time in the public eye.

"I should have generosity enough to spare. But they are two very different topics; I can hardly speak about both at the same time."

He's still willing to speak about both, but one will by necessity need to come first.

[albatrossomen]

All it took was one noticing and making a fuss to ruin the ruse. While sometimes it was fun to drop hints just to see if they were clever enough to pick up on them if one needed to remain hidden in one place for an extended period of time it was necessary not to take such risks.

Murmur considered the implied question for a time. "I believe Garlemald may be a more interesting topic than ravenous light beasts." They can talk about monsters whenever, Murmur was always more fascinated with mortal history and culture.

[unnecessaryflourishes]

Dropping hints is certainly an enjoyable pastime, yes. One that he has often taken care to be more subtle at than at least some of his fellows, but he's had good reason, to over the years. Not least of all because it tends to aid in his foremost hobby.

"Garlemald it is, then."

Fortunately, the topic is one that he is more than willing to talk about. And almost uniquely positioned to do so.

"As I mentioned earlier, it lies in the mountainous regions of the continent of Ilsabard. And in those cold northern reaches, her people found safety, of a sort. You see, unlike most other people of that world, native Garleans have no innate ability for sorcery."

He is not bound by such rules of course. He may appear to be Garlean, certainly. But he is nothing of the sort, despite that appearance.

[albatrossomen]

Certainly is. In Murmur's case it was extremely unlikely he'd be around the mortals long enough for it to matter if they ever figured it out or not. Emet-Selch's situation was obviously quite different. If he had to live among them, Murmur imagines he'd likely play his cards more carefully.

Murmur scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Indeed, I can understand how that might put the population at a distinct disadvantage from their neighbors. And if the mortals of your world are anything like those of mine, warfare is one of their favorite pass-times."

Not that he can point fingers on the matter, Celestials had no cleaner hands. Of course it went without saying that it was clear Emet-Selch was not bound by the same rules. But then again, he'd already clarified he was not Garlean.

"A wise strategy, to use hostile climates and terrain to your advantage. With that of course comes greater hardship in other areas." So, suffice it to say he expected the Garleans to be a fairly hardy people.