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EVENT ★ GONE FISHIN'

Thanks to your help, repairs to the flood wall are complete. The Nalawi are still largely without their Gifts, so they are thankful -- without the aid of ALASTAIR recruits, they would have surely drowned or been eaten by sea monsters.

Despite the barely averted disaster, the residents of Komo have decided to go along with their lives as planned, perhaps to bolster morale instead of giving into despair. By chance, their annual fishing contest is scheduled for today! As honored guests, recruits are invited to participate.

FISHING CONTEST

Dugout canoes are provided for all participants, patterns that suggest fish scales burned into the wooden sides. Curiously, no fishing rods are offered; if a recruit requests one, they will be given a strange look, but the harbormaster will acquiesce.

Due to the rough seas, the passage between Komo and the other islands is still inaccessible. Contestants are reminded to stay behind the reefs or venture east toward open ocean for their quarry. It’s only when the contest begins that the quarry in question is actually announced . . .

Sharks.

You are fishing sharks. And, judging by the lack of equipment (or the puny fishing rod you requested), you’re expected to do this by hand.

The tiny deer people don’t seem bothered by this predicament at all: the goal is to catch the biggest shark, by length and poundage. Better not embarrass yourself in front of the locals.

GET PUMPED

Mettaton has announced over the jewelry that he will be hosting a celebration in tandem with the fishing contest, in order to help the native Nalawi and the ALASTAIR recruits get to know each other better. This includes singing, dancing, and all sorts of different performances -- and, of course, reporting on the actual fishing.

If you aren’t the fishing type or maybe you just need a break from chasing sharks around, this is a good chance to bust a move and show your teammates how you can get down -- or just sit back and watch! It’s bound to be entertaining one way or another.

Plot for the stage here!

Olivia will be the final performer in the showcase. Anyone who witnesses her dancing may feel themselves super-charged by the spectacle . . . with possibly unexpected results! Characters may feel even more determined to win the fishing contest, or perhaps they’ll take this surge of optimism to help rebuild some of Komo’s destroyed buildings before the day winds down into night.

THE FEAST

After the fishing contest, the sharks will be collected and prepared. Grilled shark, fried shark, shark caviar, and shark jerky from the results of last year’s contest. There are fruits and vegetables and breads available as well, but if you want some protein, you’d better go native.

During the feast, some of the Nalawi perform dances and song. The subjects range from their goddess Nalanni to love songs. Want to show off your talents again? Now’s the time! Or, if you’d prefer to step away from the excitement, the beach is quiet and empty, and the baths are unoccupied since the whole of Komo is at the gathering.

As the feast winds down, the Nalawi will pass around their very potent alcohol for a toast to Komo’s health. Someone shouts, interrupting, wondering what good that will do if Nalanni has abandoned them. Concerned murmuring fills the gathering, spoiling the mood. ALASTAIR recruits may attempt to put them at ease -- otherwise, the feast will disperse on a sour note.

OOC INFO

If you would like your character to win the fishing contest, please sign up below. You must thread out fishing in order to participate in the drawing. There will be only one winner, decided by RNG. The winner will be contacted on April 1st. The prize is a necklace of shark’s teeth, which has a one-use spell that will make all sharks in a one mile radius sleep for 30 seconds.

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Not... really...

[King looks up from his own meal - basically a giant fruit salad - to give the girl beside him a severe side-eye. For now, he's unaware that this is the girl who accidentally texted him instead of Ban, but her eagerness toward food and alcohol is frustratingly familiar anyway.]

Aren't you pretty young for something that strong?

[Sieglinde, for her part, thought she recognized the boy next to her but isn't quite sure where from... If only because when she'd watched that post and texted him, she'd been drunk for the first time in her life and a lot of it was kind of a blur that ended in an awful headache, but. She supposed the name would come to her eventually if he was important enough!]

If you had one, you could process all of this food much easier- I suspect that is how the natives are made, but I haven't asked yet if I can- [hiccup] Do an autopsy...

[For one so obviously physically young, she said things like that with no problem, while eating, to boot, before she paused with a half eaten shark skewer in her mouth and looked at King's plate... Only to suddenly reach over and put a piece of shark cutlet on the salad. There- much better, more balanced meal.]

I shall have it known I am nearly blossomed into womanhood, and that I shall also no longer be entertaining such comments.

[Not the first time she's gotten them today... Or in general...]

[Yeeeeeah, he's just going to not-so-delicately push the cutlet off his poor, abused fruit. He's not exactly against meat, but seeing this much of it everywhere is rather overwhelming. Everything in moderation.]

I'm good, thanks. But if you keep eating like that while you drink, you won't be for long. You're already talking like a drunk.

[At least, he hopes that's the booze talking. He doesn't know how much she had before the one sip he saw, so he's just going to reach for her drink and see if he can inch it away from her.]

I know how to drink- ! I am quite tired of these assumptions, you know, ale is a staple in my village you need not concern yourself.

[In her defense she definitely is easing off that native drink, though, because yeah... Much more powerful than the beers she's used to with supper. Which apparently only old people drank in the outside world judging by how people tended to get about it.

Did he just... Push her shark meat offering off his plate? Sieglinde just stared at him openly for a moment, then reached over and took advantage of him moving her drink to blatantly put it back on his salad. With her fingers. They're... Clean enough. And besides- three second rule.]

If you do not eat meat you shall remain like a small bunny all your days.

[Sage advice from a slip of a girl not even four feet tall.]

[He gets the drink away from her, sure, but at what cost? The slab of shark is once again atop his plate. King finds himself uncertain about whether his endeavor has been worth it, especially when she opens her mouth again.

He has been this size for centuries, and it is absolutely NOT because of his diet. Plus, he's taller than her!]

Says the small bunny stuffing her face. Why does it even matter to you what I eat?

[Though the two of them may be more alike than he thinks, considering that he just stole her drink from her.]

It is called being charitable. A lord should be so from time to time.

[But not... all the time? She wasn't raised in anything remotely resembling a normal environment, so don't ask her. Sieglinde does take a moment to finish polishing off the shark skewer in her other hand, though, before gesturing with the saucy stick.]

Besides, I have the advantage of womanhood. Do you not realize dainty women are universally admired?

[She may be stuffing her face but she definitely looks slim and tiny- or maybe that's just the corset?]

A lord, huh?

[The words are mumbled under his breath, dry as the desert. Clearly he doesn't see her as anything resembling a lord. Neither does she seem all that charitable. But fine, he'll just have to eat around the cutlet. His attention returned to his meal, he pops a grape-like fruit into his mouth.]

I don't know what the universe thinks, but I definitely prefer taller girls.

And the Green Witch, if you must know.

[Don't think she didn't hear that, King! She gestures fluidly with the skewer in her hand, (because she wasn't taught much manners befitting a lord so much as taught that lords can do what they please), only to pause abruptly at his preference, slowly pointing the skewer back his way, appraising him... A bit too closely for comfort over the stick, lips pursed, squinting slightly.]

... Well, it is a good thing I wasn't considering you, then. Outliers are possible.

[Appropriate things to take away from this conversation.]

[Witch? He hasn't heard a title like that declared so proudly in a while. It doesn't bother him though. After all, most humans seem determined to believe he doesn't even exist. Whatever humans tend to believe about witches is probably wrong too.]

That's fine. I wasn't considering you either. [So there! Haughty, puffy cheeks are go.] Why green though?

[If they were having this conversation back in the beginning of the first mission she'd been on, Sieglinde would not have given that away so easily, raised on the horror stories of the persecutions her ancestors had gone through, the hangings, the drownings, the burnings... But since her recruitment into ALASTAIR... No one cared at all. She hadn't met a single person who seemed disgusted by the idea of a witch, and certainly no one who tried to burn her at a stake.

Which was nice, admittedly.]

Because... !

[She tried not to glare too much with cheeks puffed up too much back at him, well, fine!, waving her skewer as of it were a wand.]

The prestigious line of the Green Witch practices healing magics! We do not knowingly dabble in darker arts as you may have heard in your bedtime stories!

Oh? [King's interest is genuinely piqued by that revelation. He even manages to shed a bit of his pout as he looks her over, seeing her in a new light. If what she's saying is true, she's way more than just a witch.] Where I'm from, only the druids can use healing magic.

Eh?

[That likewise gains her more proper attention as well, (even if this brat was into towering women?), blinking owlishly a moment at the very thought. Only Druids could heal?]

Your witches and mages cannot heal others?

[He shakes his head.]

No, they can't. Sure, they can aid in the process - Merlin has some pretty amazing [and scary] magic items tucked away - but they can't use healing magic at all.

How bizarre...

[That's... Probably rude to say about someone else's world but she doesn't seem to notice, or care- one or the other. Instead, Sieglinde sizes him up suspiciously. He looked not much older than her if that, but at least she knew from her own situation not to use that to judge ability.]

And what do you do then?

I'm not a magician. I'm not even human. [Huffpout!] What I do is act as a knight of the Seven Deadly Sins and protect the kingdom with my own power.

Seven Deadly Sins...

[There's a moment when she stares at him, appraising, as if she might know the weight of that title... But that moment is gone soon enough. She knew Ban, but she didn't know the name, only had heard that he "used to be a knight".

Seven deadly sins didn't sound like a noble knight name, but...]

What are you, then?

[She just reaches over... And touches his face. Top of head. Shoulder. Will probably keep going if not stopped, too, looking for indications of a nonhuman nature. Ears?]

[Yeah, no. He reaches out to block her hand before she can go any lower, and he blocks that hand... with a fork.

King really shouldn't be surprised that Ban hasn't gone around declaring his full title, but it's frustrating to have to explain it to people who don't understand its context. Especially when King is quite content with never revealing that context. The rule among the Sins is to never ask another member what their sin was. It meant he hadn't had to deal with this situation before (even if he'd broken that rule twice now).]

I'm a fairy. [Dryly.] I have my own set of abilities even if I look like a human.

And I am a succubus.

[Fired back dryly with the air of someone who was pretty sure her conversation partner was trying to be funny. If he's not careful she's gonna take that fork, too, because she just realized she isn't eating and this shark, though.]

Where are your wings, hmm?

[Snatching the fork will be an easy task. The moment Sieglinde asks about King's wings, he forgets all about it. Instant indignant blush.]

That's because-! Just 'cause I don't have wings doesn't mean I'm not a fairy! Humans thought giants ate people, and that was wrong too!

[He's just going to... take a few sips of that liquor he stole from her. It's going to a good cause.]

[There, they can trade- one fork for one drink. Sieglinde promptly uses it to spear some more shark, nibbling on it with a rather mischievous look on her face. Perverse might be a better name for it.]

Are you embarrassed because they are small, then? Do not worry- human men have similar worries, and there are all sorts of ways to compensate for such failings... !

[She is comparing fairy wing size to human dick size. It takes a second for that to sink in. The moment it does though, King erupts like a volcano.]

IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THAT! WHY WOULD YOU EVEN THINK THAT?!

[In the face of a volcanic eruption, Sieglinde is... Rather unphased. Rather, she just shakes her head, tsking slightly like an old woman rather than a child.]

You are the one getting worked up over such a silly thing...

[Whether she means genitalia or wings at this point is anyone's guess, waving her hand dismissively even as she continues nibbling on her new shark fillet. Someone should compliment this cook. (She does not know Ban is said cook.)]

I'm sure if you try hard enough you could make your giant woman at least somewhat satisfied... ?

[Cooking is one of Ban's few good points. It is one of the only traits he is allowed to be complimented for, so says King.

This is not a time to be talking about Ban though. This is not a time to be talking at all. How 'bout that shark? Sieglinde obviously likes it. Don't mind if he just shoves the whole fillet toward her mouth.]

Please stop talking!

[Here she was trying to compliment him... Or maybe reassure him.... And this is the thanks she's gets? Sieglinde's reaction time is too slow to stop him from shoving the shark fillet in her mouth, but said meat doesn't actually stop her from talking after she recoils and reels back, smacking at his hand.]

Ahn owal figsaishon aspell? Bohnexly-

[Blessedly, it's also probably impossible to pick out every actual word she says, since she's talking with her mouth full.]

[King can't understand a word, and yet he's somehow certain that whatever she's saying now is even worse than what she was saying before. He is mortified beyond measure. Watch as he slowly slides down the chair until only a few unruly strands of hair are visible above the line of the table. His face may be redder than a brick and just as dense, but that doesn't mean everyone and their mother has to see him like that.]

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