epidemiology | 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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Look, he's a lot of things and cooperative with law enforcement is not always one of them, what do you want from him. Besides, Sheriff Hawkeye here seems to be doing just fine on her own.

As he was saying.]

Case in point.

[Not exactly the most impressive of strategists. Pointing fingers at the first possible scapegoat isn't exactly the mark of a criminal mastermind. He's not exactly worried. Neither is he jumping to defend himself. So, Hawkeye, what's it going to be?]

What now, Sheriff? Are you gonna book 'im?

[Or do you really buy it?]

[Please, like she'd fall for such an easy story. Her time on the actual beat may have been short and brief but she's not a completely idiot. (Even if she seems to be constantly surrounded by them—bless idiocy for not being contagious, at least.)]

He's certainly not doing anyone any favors lying in the dirt like that.

[May as well add 'obstruction of public passageways' to his growing list of crimes at this rate. But! She makes no move to snap invisible handcuffs on the deer, turning instead to Jason and quirking on eyebrow.]

What do you think?

[She's still not convinced he's as innocent as he makes himself out to be.]

[The deer doesn't make any move to use any kind of Gift against them. Doesn't seem to try to risk bolting, even if Riza hasn't restrained him. He looks rapidly from one of the recruits to another while they debate his fate. Time to be bad cop.]

I think this sort of thing is only going to happen more often from now on.

[With the people here losing their talents and their abilities and their way of living, they're going to start getting real desperate. Low on money, or food, or water, or whatever else they might need to live, it's only natural that they'll look for it somewhere else. And even if they're just doing it to survive—something Jason himself had done for years, before he picked the tires off of the wrong Batmobile—letting it run rampant will make it a hundred times worse.

So.]

Might want to make an example.

[That's—a lot more serious of answer than she expects to get out of him, after the last ten minutes of enlightening sarcasm. She blinks, expression turning thoughtful. He's not wrong. Chantes had been proof enough of the rapid disintegration of local law when faced with overwhelming stress. There's nothing indicating that Nalawi will be any different, might even decay faster due to lack of non-magical infrastructure.

In that case.

She steps forward; the deer flinches, expecting some sort of physical retribution. Seems like the case is all neatly wrapped up now. But that doesn't mean Jason's free just yet.]

You might try doing the same thing.

[In the whole 'making an example' department. Nothing screams sketchy quite like a guy wearing clothes that may as well have been scavenged from a garbage can, touting a gun around without a care in the world.]

[Wouldn't do to be predictable. But hey, that's pretty rude, Hawkeye's meta. Packing heat on deer island while trussed up like Audrey II doesn't make you look much more respectable and he's not pointing fingers.]

I'm sure you've got it covered. [Besides.] Wouldn't want to take all the credit.

[For her hard work and all. As casual as he plays off, he's not entirely disaffected by the idea of deer island devolving into desperate disorder while they watch. But he's fine with keeping a low profile while they feel it out. Petty theft isn't really his game these days, anyway.]

[She wouldn't be any fun if her meta was prim and proper, now would she? Regardless, as much as she like to keep up her interrogation of this questionable looking man slouching around with a gun in his hand, she's got bigger problems on her hands, bigger than even the four foot deer at her hands, if things are slowly devolving into chaos due to the steady seepage of Gift. (A strange term still, to her, but then again she's never really believed in gods or other spiritual beings.)]

I doubt I'll earn much credit for bringing in one of their own.

[But the law's the law, even unspoken, and she's not about to exempt anyone from it (herself) included. So Jason gets a pass this time as she nudges her deer friend along back towards civilization.

(This isn't the last time you'll see her though, young man.)]

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