trans_9 | Shore Leave!

Suddenly, the usual relative peace of the ship is disrupted by a rather loud announcement from Stacy.

||Attention, Attention. All personnel please report to the Observation Deck. Attention, Attention. All personnel please report to the Observation Deck. Attention, Attention, all personnel...||

It's entirely likely that she won't stop repeating the announcement until, well, everyone reports to Obs Deck. The mouth in the huge statue on the wall opens, revealing a screen. On it, the dossier for the mission flickers into display, understandable to every person there. Smaller copies of the dossier appear in holographic form in front of everyone.

The planet's stats, right next to a rotating picture of it, blue with thousands of small islands just barely visible, are as follows:

Planet Designation: Zokez II
Status: Terrestrial, H-class.
Non-sentient life: Extensive flora and fauna.
Semi-Sentient Life: Yes.
Sentient Life: Various species of intelligent life, including Homo Sapiens.
Water: 96% of the planet's surface.

Climate: Similar to Earth's tropical island regions. [Click here for cultural equivalents for non-Earth cultures.]
Landscape: All land is in the form of tropical islands. A large portion of this land is highly developed for commercial use by resorts and other entertainment industries.
Air: Normoxic concentration: 28% oxygen, 62% nitrogen, 5% xenon, 5% trace gases, such as hydrogen, krypton, and argon.

Air Pressure: 14.543 pounds per square inch.
Sky: Blue with silver-white clouds.
Sun: A class F2V, yellow star.

Warnings: Deep water areas can be hazardous to those with limited skill in swimming.

Mission: None. Shore leave is now initiated.

--

...Waitaminute. That's no mission.

It's a goddamn vacation.

[ooc: SHORE LEAVE IS GO.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

...vacation. Yes. Kang had been wanting off this damn ship for a good while now.

This is awesome, but the dude Grif just high-fived has no idea what the gesture means, and he happens to not like the man. And the feeling is mutual.

The grin gets wiped directly off Grif's face.

He wipes his palm on his thigh and avoids eye contact, turning back to the screen.

"That didn't happen."

"...I don't even understand what that was," Kang quirked an eyebrow ridge down at the human.

"It was a high-five, Scaley. You know, that thing you do it when good things happen or you just wanna show how awesome something is. Like now!" Scout explained in a sort of "How do you not know this" tone.

Grif offers the Scout a rather less enthusiastic high five. To Kang, he says, "And you totally ruined it, dude. A perfect moment for a high five, destroyed. I hope you're proud of yourself."

Kang snorted, somewhat amused, "In case you haven't figured it out by now, my world is vastly different from the one you came from. And the name is Kang."

Scaley, Kang... it makes no difference to Scout.

"No excuses. The high-five should transact the borders of different universes."

Grif makes a face. "It's trendsets. It's a trend, and it should be set everywhere because it's awesome."

Saying "transcends". You guys are doing it wrong.

"Anyway, stop being so tightassed, Kang. We're on vacation. This is gonna be great. Kick back, grab a few beers, some pizza, watch the chicks on the beach..."

He grins.

"You two have no idea what you're talking about. It's 'transcend'," Kang corrected, shaking his head. "Oh, I plan on relaxing. Especially with beer. This planet had better have venison on it, too."

"Nah, I think Grif was right with trendsets. That makes sense," There's no use in trying to correct him, Kang. He's hopeless.

"Hell, I don't care about any fancy-ass venison as long as I can get a goddamn burger."

"Dude. Bacon. Kang, you know bacon? You got bacon in whatever world it is you're from? Because if you don't, it is the best thing. The best thing ever."

Kang nodded, "We have bacon. Pigs aren't that hard to come by." And yes, bacon is delicious.

The grin broadens. "I know some awesome things to do with bacon. My god I missed meat."

Not even Kang can ruin MEEEEAAAAT!

"Dude. Dude. Do you think they have," pause, "Twinkies?"

"We'll have to stockpile!"

Nothing, nothing can ruin the chance to procure meat.

"Twinkies?"

"Twinkies are the food of the gods."

"You'll have to eat some. Maybe they'll make you lighten up!"

Grif considers. "I dunno about gods but angels at least. But oreos are god tier."

...yeah, Kang's just going to walk away now and let you two debate food. He's got plans of his own.

And Grif and Scout continued to argue about food for who-knows-how-long. What a productive use of their time.

Shore Leave!

Re: Arrivals

Re: Arrivals

Re: Arrivals

Re: Arrivals

Re: Arrivals

Re: Arrivals

Re: Arrivals

Re: Arrivals

Re: Arrivals

Re: Arrivals

Re: Arrivals

Re: Arrivals

Re: Arrivals

Re: Arrivals

Re: Arrivals

Re: Arrivals

Re: Arrivals

Re: Arrivals

Re: Arrivals

Re: Arrivals