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!
Loki stops his examination of a fallen fruit when he hears an awful clanking and clattering coming his way. When Stork emerges from the bushes dressed like a kid off to fight an imaginary dragon, Loki stares. And then Loki judges.
"Aren't those from the kitchen?" He doesn't point, but the accusation is clear in the way he bores a figurative hole into Stork's "armor" with his eyes.
Stork recoils, as usual, but he recovers quickly from the minor shock to meet Loki's judging stare with a coolly defiant one. He is not a bit self-conscious about the cookware.
"Yeah. What's your point?" This is not the face of a merb who cares how ridiculous he looks.
"No. Because then at least some of the cookware will be irreparably broken," he says bluntly. "I don't need revenge. I just need something to cook with."
He eyes Stork's set-up more thoroughly. He didn't even think anyone could feasibly strap pots and pans to themselves and walk any distance. He would be mildly impressed if he weren't so skeptical.
Well, whatever. Having had a fair amount of time to scope out the island, he can say with reasonable certainty that there's nothing dangerous around. It'll probably be okay if this guy wears the pots and pans as long as he doesn't go falling out of trees or something.
He gives Stork a stern look in the eye. "Once we're back at the base, you're putting everything back and leaving it there. Got it?"
He's... being lectured. Like a misbehaving child. By a child. Actually, that last part isn't completely outside the norm, for Stork; he's used to taking orders from a 14-year-old. But that 14-year-old doesn't talk to him like that, and as far as he knows, Loki isn't even his commanding officer. He's just... some weird kid, right? Talking to him with the Stern Dad Tone.
It feels wrong, but what doesn't, around here.
"Yes, sir," he says, with an incredibly sarcastic salute. "I was going to anyway..."
Well, now he has to wonder if Stork will ditch the goods somewhere out of spite. But at least Loki will know who to blame?! For all his lecturing-parent tone, he almost never had to speak this way to his actual three children. Maybe Stork just inspires it.
"Good." He responds as if Stork didn't just try to melt his face off through sheer force of sarcasm. "Though I'm curious to know what you were thinking when you were putting all of that on. Won't it slow you down when you run?"
Stork actually does intend to keep his word, but given his current childish behavior, Loki can't be blamed for doubting him. Now the merb is determined to leave them exactly the way he found them, if not better, just to get this guy off his back.
The question is brushed off with a casual shrug.
"Eh, not really." As awkward as the whole getup is, it's not extremely heavy, and he's still allowed himself plenty of freedom of movement. He has had a troubling amount of practice at this. Stork. Get some real armor, Stork. "If I can't outrun it wearing this, iiit probably would have killed me either way."
"You've got it all figured out, huh?" He huffs quietly to himself, posture loosening in silent resignation. Some people can't be helped. Sometimes it's just better not to fight. "Well, I hope it works out for you."
Though maybe he doesn't really hope it works out. Then Stork might be tempted to pull the same stunt again. After a brief pause, he adds, "Have you considered making leather armor?"
"Yeah," he says shortly to the first part. "I do."
Unfortunately for Loki, and for common sense in general, Stork has already pulled this off successfully too many times in the past to start doubting it's a good idea now. But he's open to considering other options, in the future... he just doesn't feel like admitting to it right this moment.
If they had an endless supply of pots and pans, Loki would be content to let Stork skip around in ridiculous kitchen armor all he wanted. But since that isn't the case, he will make this small offer.
"I'm not a professional, but I have knowledge of the process. If you're interested, some animals on this island may have suitable hides for protection. It would take some time and experimentation, though."
Given the tone of their interactions so far, the offer of help -- he thinks? Guidance, at least -- catches Stork slightly off-guard. But, after all, they are supposed to be in this thing together, as crewmates. He glances away uncomfortably.
"Well..." The thought of "the process" makes him shudder a little -- and who knows what kind of parasites the native creatures might have? -- but it's worth considering. "I'll... keep that in mind."
It isn't an entirely selfless offer; Loki is curious to put his knowledge to the test, and he doesn't have much want or need for leather armor himself. If it ends up being a fruitful project, then it's just another thing to add to his bag of tricks. If it ends up being a sketchy product, then... well, he's not the one wearing the armor, is he?
Just kidding, he isn't that heartless.
Probably.
"You do that. By the way, I never got your name." He's just been thinking of Stork as That Green Guy.
The thought that there may be some ulterior motive certainly does cross Stork's mind, but he'll at least try to give the kid the benefit of the doubt. Kind of.
"Oh, right." He looks back at Loki. Names never came up before, did they? Their introduction was... kind of a mess. "It's Stork."
Kind of a mess. Whose fault was that, again? He can't remember.
"Stork?" Unusual name. But there are worse things to be named after. "Loki. Anyway, leather armor would be more lightweight and mobile, and less of a liability if you happen to get dunked into water. There's no point in wasting the skins of the animals people end up eating, either."
He starts walking past Stork, mind already somewhere else. It seems he's satisfied with the scolding he's done. He lifts a hand in farewell and adds glibly, "Anyway, see you. Try not to run into anything too sharp or hard."
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"Aren't those from the kitchen?" He doesn't point, but the accusation is clear in the way he bores a figurative hole into Stork's "armor" with his eyes.
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"Yeah. What's your point?" This is not the face of a merb who cares how ridiculous he looks.
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"Don't you 'what's your point' me. We only have one set of cookware," Loki says, irritated. "What are we going to do if you get it damaged?
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"Weeell, if it gets damaged, I'll probably be dead... sound like a fair trade?"
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He eyes Stork's set-up more thoroughly. He didn't even think anyone could feasibly strap pots and pans to themselves and walk any distance. He would be mildly impressed if he weren't so skeptical.
Well, whatever. Having had a fair amount of time to scope out the island, he can say with reasonable certainty that there's nothing dangerous around. It'll probably be okay if this guy wears the pots and pans as long as he doesn't go falling out of trees or something.
He gives Stork a stern look in the eye. "Once we're back at the base, you're putting everything back and leaving it there. Got it?"
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It feels wrong, but what doesn't, around here.
"Yes, sir," he says, with an incredibly sarcastic salute. "I was going to anyway..."
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"Good." He responds as if Stork didn't just try to melt his face off through sheer force of sarcasm. "Though I'm curious to know what you were thinking when you were putting all of that on. Won't it slow you down when you run?"
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The question is brushed off with a casual shrug.
"Eh, not really." As awkward as the whole getup is, it's not extremely heavy, and he's still allowed himself plenty of freedom of movement. He has had a troubling amount of practice at this. Stork. Get some real armor, Stork. "If I can't outrun it wearing this, iiit probably would have killed me either way."
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Though maybe he doesn't really hope it works out. Then Stork might be tempted to pull the same stunt again. After a brief pause, he adds, "Have you considered making leather armor?"
(gosh I swear he's not always such a butt)
Unfortunately for Loki, and for common sense in general, Stork has already pulled this off successfully too many times in the past to start doubting it's a good idea now. But he's open to considering other options, in the future... he just doesn't feel like admitting to it right this moment.
"I'm not really a leatherworker."
(it's ok they're two cheeks of the same butt)
"I'm not a professional, but I have knowledge of the process. If you're interested, some animals on this island may have suitable hides for protection. It would take some time and experimentation, though."
(omg)
"Well..." The thought of "the process" makes him shudder a little -- and who knows what kind of parasites the native creatures might have? -- but it's worth considering. "I'll... keep that in mind."
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Just kidding, he isn't that heartless.
Probably.
"You do that. By the way, I never got your name." He's just been thinking of Stork as That Green Guy.
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"Oh, right." He looks back at Loki. Names never came up before, did they? Their introduction was... kind of a mess. "It's Stork."
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"Stork?" Unusual name. But there are worse things to be named after. "Loki. Anyway, leather armor would be more lightweight and mobile, and less of a liability if you happen to get dunked into water. There's no point in wasting the skins of the animals people end up eating, either."
He starts walking past Stork, mind already somewhere else. It seems he's satisfied with the scolding he's done. He lifts a hand in farewell and adds glibly, "Anyway, see you. Try not to run into anything too sharp or hard."