The day before the outing, URSULA will address the crew with her plan.
"Recently, I've been tracking the progress of an island, called Floater Island, coming within swimming range. It is currently south of the Aurora. As part of my focus on recovering what I can from previous crews, I plan to visit the old base there. I would like it very much if anyone who wishes to enjoy the island and help me come along. I would advise bringing your bedding and some tools to make staying on the island a little easier.
Anyone staying on base will not have to worry, as I won't be out of range for base management. But I think a trip together as a crew would be relaxing and perhaps ease any negative feelings lingering from my previous mission.
I will return to all functions in two days. Approximately."
She will encourage anyone with questions to come with her, as she promises the island will have many resources, as well as just being fun. She will also ask for help in recovering whatever she can from the previous crew.
The trip to the island will take place in the early morning, with one of URSULA's small drones leading the way to a pleasant beach. Don't worry, no Reapers will party crash.
Instead, the crew gets to enjoy Floater Island in all its glory.
What about the objectives? Well, URSULA wasn't kidding about wanting to do something nice for everyone. Seeing everyone explore and enjoy themselves will be enough.
But for those looking for more, the island is full of resources, especially of the food variety, but also something about look at is the base! URSULA will appreciate any investigations into what might have happened to the crew there and she always encourages efforts to bring extra supplies back to base for the crew. If asked further, she might also suggest that 'fellows' seem to enjoy climbing trees and mountains, and potentially stargazing with those they have a romantic interest in. She has heard this is very popular with romantic couples!
So enjoy Floater Island. Dive in the caves. Eat fruit. Lick a frog! Try to adopt as many birdogs as possible. Recover records from the former crew and make your AI overlord feel emotions she isn't programmed for.
Have fun while the island is in range!
Questions about the island, the mission or discoveries can be asked under the OOC Questions comment!
[Stork does not understand everyone's willingness to bite into untested alien fruits. He DOES appreciate the opportunity to observe the results of their stupidity and take notes, though.]
Um. Your... tongue is kinda glowing, Chef. [His eye twitches.] When you vomit out your own liquified stomach, let me know if that's glowing too. Just curious.
[ honestly dave spent the last three years living with aliens and got used to trying their weird shit on occasion. it's not like he can just...eat only things he recognizes when he recognizes literally nothing here. MAY AS WELL TRY SHIT it's not like eating fruit is heroic or just. ]
My what is what. [ dave's voice is completely flat and monotone, but his eyes go wide behind his shades. HIS TONGUE IS DOING WHAT NOW? shit he doesn't really have a good source of anything to see it with, shit - ]
[Just a sec, Dave, maybe one of the pots and pans this green loser is currently wearing is sufficiently reflective to let you look. Stork takes one off and offers it solemnly, like this isn't entirely ridiculous.]
[ dave takes the offered pan and. sticks out his tongue.
his nose immediately wrinkles up as he makes a face. ]
Oh, shit. [ THAT CAN'T BE GOOD? although nothing's tingling or anything? but uh. he's gonna get so fucking scolded for this. ] Okay, screw wasting food, I'm not eating the rest of this. Man, I'm gonna be in so much trouble.
[Typical. Kid's more worried about getting in trouble than he is about the possible side effects of turning his tongue into a glowstick. Teenagers, man.
Stork you swallowed a crystal once you are not allowed to judge this boy]
[He... could probably do that, yes. For some reason it has never been a priority. There are other things he'd rather build, and... he likes improvising...?
Just sayin', since we only have so much cookgear and what if we want, like, food. While you're out doin' your armor thing. I'll help you make some sweet gear if you want.
[ don't accept his help he'll paint like FLAMES on it or some shit. ]
[He assumes? Everyone's too busy being on vacation and eating questionable things they picked up and turning their organs luminous. You don't need pots for that.
Unless someone he doesn't know about stayed on base, which is possible, because Stork has not really been making a lot of friends this past month. In which case... oops. Hope there's something they can eat without cooking?]
...No, that's cool, I can handle it.
[He is generally skeptical of human teenagers and their idea of "sweet gear". They have failed him many times before.]
Wow, dial back the cheeriness here, I might actually expire from your sunshiney disposition.
[ by which of course he means the opposite of this. ]
I think what you might need is a project, dude. You working on anything? Like, I'm doing the whole farmer thing I guess? You can help if you need to keep busy and also, like, get talkin' to people? Everyone is pretty damn nice.
[Too much sunshine again, huh? He gets that a lot.]
Not really, since the drones... [Dave is right; Stork really needs a project. He's not so sure about farming, though.] Does ocean farming involve any less dirt and manure and backbreaking physical labor than the regular kind?
Uh, kinda? We have to build these...pod...thingies. To grow shit in. But if you want a different thing not outside, maybe you could look into upgrading the kitchen. If we're actually going to have viable crops and shit, we should like, get more utensils and stuff and maybe upgrade our food storage area?
[ a shrug. it is a thing dave has been kicking around doing himself but it'd be better if he could get someone else to do it, honestly. then he can just do the farming part. ]
[Outside is bad. Stork you need to get out more Inside is still bad but less bad. Upgrading the kitchen wouldn't be his first choice, but it does sound like a worthwhile goal. Maybe it would make up for taking the pots and pans and people would stop judging him for that. Maybe he can have his own pots and pans and he'll do whatever he wants with them]
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why WOULD you eat that, Dave
Um. Your... tongue is kinda glowing, Chef. [His eye twitches.] When you vomit out your own liquified stomach, let me know if that's glowing too. Just curious.
look
My what is what. [ dave's voice is completely flat and monotone, but his eyes go wide behind his shades. HIS TONGUE IS DOING WHAT NOW? shit he doesn't really have a good source of anything to see it with, shit - ]
how are you alive
[Just a sec, Dave, maybe one of the pots and pans this green loser is currently wearing is sufficiently reflective to let you look. Stork takes one off and offers it solemnly, like this isn't entirely ridiculous.]
the conditional immortality helps
his nose immediately wrinkles up as he makes a face. ]
Oh, shit. [ THAT CAN'T BE GOOD? although nothing's tingling or anything? but uh. he's gonna get so fucking scolded for this. ] Okay, screw wasting food, I'm not eating the rest of this. Man, I'm gonna be in so much trouble.
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Stork you swallowed a crystal once you are not allowed to judge this boy]Heh. Yeah. Good luck with that.
[He reaches to take his pan back.]
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Uh, why are you wearing our kitchen supplies, anyway?
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...For... protection?
[Right. Why would you even need to ask.]
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[ just sayin' ]
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[He... could probably do that, yes. For some reason it has never been a priority. There are other things he'd rather build, and... he likes improvising...?
Why has he never actually done this.]
...It's on the list.
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[ don't accept his help he'll paint like FLAMES on it or some shit. ]
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[He assumes? Everyone's too busy being on vacation and eating questionable things they picked up and turning their organs luminous. You don't need pots for that.
Unless someone he doesn't know about stayed on base, which is possible, because Stork has not really been making a lot of friends this past month. In which case... oops. Hope there's something they can eat without cooking?]
...No, that's cool, I can handle it.
[He is generally skeptical of human teenagers and their idea of "sweet gear". They have failed him many times before.]
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Did everyone really come along? Anyway...how've you been, bro? Makin' the most of your alien world vacation?
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Well... I'm still alive. [Is... that a good thing, Stork? He shrugs.] If you can really call this living. And if it's not actually hell.
[He should... probably talk to people more.]
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[ by which of course he means the opposite of this. ]
I think what you might need is a project, dude. You working on anything? Like, I'm doing the whole farmer thing I guess? You can help if you need to keep busy and also, like, get talkin' to people? Everyone is pretty damn nice.
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Not really, since the drones... [Dave is right; Stork really needs a project. He's not so sure about farming, though.] Does ocean farming involve any less dirt and manure and backbreaking physical labor than the regular kind?
...I should probably stick to machines.
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[ a shrug. it is a thing dave has been kicking around doing himself but it'd be better if he could get someone else to do it, honestly. then he can just do the farming part. ]
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[Outside is bad.
Stork you need to get out moreInside is still bad but less bad. Upgrading the kitchen wouldn't be his first choice, but it does sound like a worthwhile goal. Maybe it would make up for taking the pots and pans and people would stop judging him for that.Maybe he can have his own pots and pans and he'll do whatever he wants with them]I guess I could look into that.
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I mean, I'd be grateful if you did, but it's up to you to do whatever you want, man.