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

[ He is solidly built, and refreshingly cool, given the tropical climate.

When it comes to speaking of histories and motivations and afflictions, Koltira often finds himself at a disadvantage with other people. His actions demand explanation, and so he is compelled to give it. But he does not necessarily receive much in kind.

He knows enough of Gilgamesh not to be surprised or even offended by what he says--it all sounds perfectly in line. He slings an arm around Gil's waist, holding the other man in place against him. ]

If it was, I should not think it so bad a thing. Vengeance motivates, but it shackles. It is no means to freedom. To a life of any kind.

[ He knows from experience. ]

If I could quell the hatred in my own heart ... I would be grateful for it.

[Gilgamesh does not mind it. He settles close, and it is strangely not suggestive at all despite proximity; an embrace among comrades rather that of a snake coiling around prey. He's broken, oh so broken, but it doesn't feel that way. To listen to him now, he sounds the same as anyone else, save for that ghostly echo.]

You will not remember this, will you?

[That was the truest tragedy. Because even if he did remember, word for word, it would not quell that hatred. It would not stop him in the midst of his rampaging. It would not halt those terrible impulses, not even for a second, knowing they conversed cordially and peacefully on the nature of their shared burden.

Gilgamesh frowns a little. Not because he feels sorry for him, but because he hates to be forgotten for any reason in any way.]

It will be gone. This side of you.

I will remember what we spoke of.

[ He looks up, towards the sky, feeling the night breeze thread through his hair. It's a light sensation that he typically doesn't noticed, drowned as it is by the harsh whispers that plague him, the pain that attends his every word and step. ]

More importantly, I will remember how I felt.

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