NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC
Updating my storefront and RPing in military RPs only does so much. Therefore, I will RP something in the tropics, which is the nature of my home region, and I hope all of you will be kind enough to join me in this RP.

So i was thinking about having a shipwreck, but not the type of shipwreck where everyone finds themselves in danger. Yes, they are in danger, but not from dying of food or thirst or whatever is out there. They just dont wanna go back to their stress filled lives and want to stay!

So of course there is a sexual premise to this; this is the tropics after all, and who knows what happens when a bunch of beautiful people are marooned in a beautiful island?
Im such a bastard.
heh.
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Tropical Paradise Region
Eastern Lotus Sea
Off isolated island chain near East Islandia

Lynne Sommers stared over the horizon as she bobbed in her lifeboat, clutching her lifejacket. She shivered in spite of the tropical heat which was beginning to creep up over the last night, which had been unusually chilly for a tropical night. Lynne was wearing a skimpy bikini beneath her bright orange life jacket, and she regretted leaving the ship so suddenly, wihtout a dry change of clothes.

Beside her, ten others sat sullenly, some dozing off into sleep while others snored soundly. Apparently, all were comforted, as they had heard positive comments about the Islandian rescue services, and even then, the nation itself was a rather large, motley collection of many islands, most of which were inhabited.

Lynne rubbed herself, feeling the cold in spite of the rising humidity. Strangely, Lynne's family was from the coldest reaches of County Omagh, Ireland, and she had never so much as chattered while living there. When she had arrived here, however, she had found herself chattering through the nights, although they were comparatively warm.

Lynne squinted, seeing a relatively large landmass up ahead. She smacked her sleeping friend, and pointed to the south.

"LAND!" Lynne yelled. "LAND!"

Everyone told her to be quiet and let them sleep. She frowned, looking about in confusion, and shrugged. Her friend, a beautiful Malay girl by the name of Crystal Jali, told her that the island was a relatively big, although rural, locale by the name of Quon-Pai Tong, where the natives were known to be friendly and the sights beautiful.

"We'll be fine," she said. "As long as you act nice towards everyone, the Islandians will be happy and treat you like a guest."

Lynne shrugged as Crystal dozed back off to sleep. Over the dissipating fog, she could see the rest of the boats coming in, and just below the horizon, she saw the wreck of their ship, a large luxury liner christened Moonlit Sojourner, a ship belonging to a large European cruise company. Its bow was sticking out of the water, as the sea here was too shallow to submerge the entire ship, a large, 400 foot affair.

Lynne smiled at her nervousness from the night before. It was totally unjustified, and she could see that nearly all of the passengers and crew were on lifeboats. The rest who werent were floating on their backs, swimming lazily.

The lifeboat hit the shallows wiht a thump, jarring many of its occupants awake. Lynne slid into the water and took off her lifejacket, finding the sea water surprisingly warm and comfortable, reaching up to the middle of her thighs. She splashed water over her sleeping friends and listened to their moans of annoyance, at least until they fully woke. Then they took in the sights, and quickly jumped off, romping and having fun in the water.

The natives walked towards the shore from their huts on the beach, bringing platters of food and drinks, as well as some blankets. To their astonishment, the marooned voyagers waved away their blankets and asked them to join them in sitting on the beach.

Feel free to Rp anyone, and post pics of any of ur characters. Just make sure that they're dressed, although not FULLY dressed.

In rural parts of Islandia, some of the girls are known to walk around dressed only in flower leis and grass skirts, as tradition dictates.


Some pictures:

Photos of Quon-Pai Tong Island

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http://www.atitlan.com/posada/hideaway.jpg

http://www.forestry.umt.edu/academics/courses/for503/artjk/tropical.jpg

Are we gonna do what the TGrams talked about? I got some people intrested in it

TAG, will add a character later.

Mike Fisher blinked his eyes open as the life boat bumped against the sand. He slowly stood, and slid out into the watter. It came up to his waiste, as his boat was still a ways out. He walked in, though, and aproached the shore cautiously.

Mike was one of Imitora's most eligable bacholors, and on the list of the 'independantly wealthy'. He had played the stock game right after his four year stint in the ICMC, and now 'worked' for a local adventure company.

Mike was your standard thrill seaker. He rode a Yamaha R1 to work, and on the weekends, and was fairly reckless with his life. He had taken the cruise to calm himself down, but the captain had pulled a Titantic of some sort, and now they were here, stranded on some isalnd in the middle of teh pacific. He pulled himself out of the water onto the shore, and looked around.

tag.

(Of course, with love there's always drama and conflict. Maybe this might turn into a pornographic version of "Lord of the Flies"

Thats wha I was hopin for

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James "Jay" Briggs
(Picture is of him, before the island.)


Jay drifted in laying on a table. Stupid boat. He had slept until the water was already at his bed before he got off the ship. Most of the lifeboats had already gone, and the rest were packed. He swiped the food off of a nearby table, and threw it overboard. He followed closely behind it.

Now he was here. Up and down the shore, life boats were landing, depositing their passengers like a refugee invasion. Jay slowly swung his legs over the side of the table, which was currently resting in the shallows. He sort of hopped off, standing to his full 6'3", his legs in the shallows. He was wearing a black shirt, black pants and shoes. He stretched, his arms reaching into the air, the scars from a motorcycle crash glistening.

He stretched, picked up his table, thinking it could be used for shelter, and walked in out of the water. This meant he didn't have to go back to work next week.

Honor Clevenger groggily tried to stand up, but promptly felll into the thigh deep water. she came spluttering to the suface, andf ony then realized that she wasn't in her bed. Then it all came rushing back.

She was never mixing tequila, and scotch again.

Honor was the daughter of a Falasmayon computert tycoon. Her bent towards exspensive things was only helped by her incredible good looks.

She started wading toward shore, and the obvious food and drink, cursing the day she bought the, now ruined, and highly see through, white chemise. She slogged towards shore.

Honor Clevenger
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OOC: Question- Is this island a resort, or a primitive island? I'm very confused on this point.

OOC: Falasmayon, an uninhabited island. Ever read "Lord of the Flies" or seen "The Beach"?

Charles Xiao rolled out of the primitive liferaft constructed out of the remnants of the piano in the main hall of the liner and fell onto the soft golden sand. A pulse of lightning shot up his arm.

Pain?
Pain!!

Charles opened his eyes and saw that he had landed on a sea urchin. Fortunately, it was only a graze on his left arm. He looked around for signs of life.

"Hello, is there anyone out there?"

Mike looked over at Honor, and more specifically her fairly revealed self. His eyes walked over her, and he unbuttoned his crimson red shirt. "Want somethign with a bit more substance?" he asked, holding it out to her.

Mike, after four years in the ICMC, was well muscled, but not ripped up. He was tallish, standing at 6 foot 2, and had a tattoo of a Falcon on his right bicep, with a Latin text around it. As he held out the shirt, he offered her a smile and a wink.

"Here," he said again.

.:bump:. for unique RP

OOC
this is inhabited.. Not very inhabited tho, aside from a computer, a bunch of natives. Nice and deserted, and the natives are friendly too....

Actually...should we have this inhabited? or not inhabited? Wut do u guys think?
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Akimata Eiko

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Jenny Tonika

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Marie Kurotake

"Hello everyone," Akimata Mei said shyly. Clad in a grass skirt and her breasts covered wiht coconut shells, she smiled at the shipwrecked people bashfully, and set down a tray of food.

Beside her, Jenny Tonika and Marie Kurotake set down their platters of food as several others began to set out chairs and tents. Similarly dressed, all the women seemed somewhat reserved, and perhaps a few of the male passengers were unhappy that they had landed on an island where the women were dressed; it was not unheard off for Islandian women to go topless sometimes, as their society was accepting of nudity and the sharing of beauty-and against rape, punishable by severe consequences.

"We dont have very much right here, on this island," Jenny Tonika explained. "Our power is down, and it wont be for another three weeks until someone comes to fix it. In the meantime, the only thing working is a landline, and it seems that all of us are stuck here for now."

"We have a stereo tho," Marie said, smiling slyly at them. "And more women and men in the back, so..."

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The Minh sisters sat in the shade, watching the outcasts spread onto the desert. The three of them were on vacation, and had been stranded on Quon-Pai Tong when the power went down and their boat was lost in a storm not too long ago.

To top it off, the natives were fast running out of food, and the Minhs knew that, despite the food piled on the beach, there would be little left in a matter of days.

"Well, all the better," Lizzie Minh said, tossing her golden hair over her shoulders. "Nothing to really do anyway, and mayb we can hunt."

"Yeah!" her sister, Amy Minh, replied. Slightly smaller, she was an avid fan of the outdoors, and the best hunter of all three of them.

"Whatever," the last sister, Mandy, retorted. She stepped into the water and watched the sun rise, the refugees happily running on the beach. "let them think that they're well off. BEsides, who says we have to be good Samaritans?"

Her sisters stared at her as if she were crazy, but they knew she was bitter from losing her husband, a pilot in the Islandian forces, who died over Japan two years ago.

Amy and Lizzie went down to the beach, leaving Mandy alone to ponder her thoughts in silence.

Charles notices the two ladies approaching the beach where he lay. he recognised the two of them from the ship, but didn't know them that well.

They were good looking. Good enough to make the normally confident Charles stammer as he spoke.

"H..Hi, is there a..anyone else on this island?"

"Of course," Lizzie replied. She tossed her hair back and combed it a little, watching Charles out of the corner of her eye. "Some natives, and a bunch of scientists running an experimental colony, I heard."

Amy nodded. "They're running out of supplies, though, but we may be able to catch a lift out on the next helicopter flight to here, which is in a month."

"Not that anyone would want to leave," Lizzie said, noticing the attraction of the men to the scantily clad girls. "And i heard that furhter inland, there are some Islandian tribes who are still primitive and wear little else than a few loincloths here and there."

Amy giggled playfully. "I wonder what lies beneath," she said, eyes wandering in the direction of Charles' crotch.

Lizzie pushed Charles into the water and did the same wiht Amy, shoving her right on top of him. She ran off, laughing hysterically, and threw sand at them when they protested.

"Oh, by the way, we're the Minh sisters," Amy said. "I'm Amy, and that's my lunatic sister, Lizzie."

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Queenie Keresenan stretched out on the pagoda, watching the beautiful blue-green waters. To her surprise, she noticed boats landing, and stood up, interested.

She was on vacation from her busy life as a newspaper reporter, and her interest was perked when she noticed that the craft were lifeboats.

Queenie walked down slowly, and approached Jay Briggs.

"Hello," she said, somewhat hesitantly.

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Queenie Keresenan

BUMPPPPPPPP

Quon-Pai Tong Island
Eastern Lotus Sea, Tropical Paradise
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Dominic Collera was gently roused from his sleep by the aroma of food and the sound of talking. He looked over the shallow water and was greeted by the welcoming sight of scantily, yet tastefully clad, attractive women.

He stood up, gingerly to avoid tipping the raft, and carefully lowered himself to the waters edge. The sun was shinning and it eclipsed the gentle landscape of the island. As he submerged his lower portion in the warm, clear water that surrounded the sparsely inhabited beach, he could see the sunlight glinting off a few reflective surfaces, and illuminating the golden-tan skin of the natives.

He grabbed his lone duffle bag and waded through the water toward the beach. The warm tropical air wrapping around his skin, it was a sensation he felt rarely back at home, in the mountains of central Agrigento.
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The same sunlight that was so welcomed by all the others began to shine brightly in the eyes of Katerina Larosa. She quickly rubbed the sleep out of the sensitive receptors and blinked several times. As she rose from her raft and looked around warily at the foreboding landmass she began to look at a place eerily reminiscent of her home.

Being a North Islandian of Agrigentian extraction she saw the same monotonous palm trees that became an earmark of her early childhood, and felt the smooth surf that she grew so tired of.

"Great, I leave home only to return to it with no money, no belongings and with a bunch of strangers I have never met", she muttered under her breath.

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"Of course," Lizzie replied. She tossed her hair back and combed it a little, watching Charles out of the corner of her eye. "Some natives, and a bunch of scientists running an experimental colony, I heard."

Amy nodded. "They're running out of supplies, though, but we may be able to catch a lift out on the next helicopter flight to here, which is in a month."

"Not that anyone would want to leave," Lizzie said, noticing the attraction of the men to the scantily clad girls. "And i heard that furhter inland, there are some Islandian tribes who are still primitive and wear little else than a few loincloths here and there."

Amy giggled playfully. "I wonder what lies beneath," she said, eyes wandering in the direction of Charles' crotch.

Lizzie pushed Charles into the water and did the same wiht Amy, shoving her right on top of him. She ran off, laughing hysterically, and threw sand at them when they protested.

"Oh, by the way, we're the Minh sisters," Amy said. "I'm Amy, and that's my lunatic sister, Lizzie."



"Ouch!" Charles said as he feel onto the sand. He looked up at the Amy's body. "Watch out, you're gonna fall onto that sea urchin."

I feel the East Islandia syndrome coming up: great thread for a few posts, and then no one cares anymore....

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Amy gingerly moved away from the sea urchin and pressed towards Charles. She grinned at him and patted his behind. "Care to help a lady up?" she asked.

Lizzie shook her head and mouthed Slut at her sister with a grin. Amy gave her the finger, and Lizzie moved off, looking for someone else to meet.

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Queenie watched as Jay Briggs planted the table on the sand.

"What do you intend to do with those?" she asked, looking at him strangely.

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Mandy watched as the tall, Agrigentian man stepped off ht eboat, accompanied by a woman. He seemed like Taki, that one, with his tall stride and confident, happy manner...or was he just happy to be alive?

She wondered, and kept looking at him, even as she found herself walking towards the Agrigentian stranger.

"Well, hello," she said in her best Italian, a little broken. Ciaou.

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That girl was certainly pretty, Jason Radkins thought, watching the Agrigentian girl step onto shore. He hadnt really seen many other Caucasian Islandians, as they wre something of a minority except in the north-central part, where the weather was temperate (as in cold, for most Islandians).

"Hello," he said to her. She seemd somewhat angry...perhaps perturbed by the stranger??

(OOC: Actually, I'm gonna pull out of this thread. I completely lack the abilities to have a relationship, even be it fake on a forum. My ex dumped me for this trait.)

Justin Weitz, age twenty-three, groaned as he awoke. He opened his eyes, saw nothing, tried again, and wished he'd given up the first time as he was blinded by the hot tropical sun. He shut his eyes again. Sand. Water. Where the --- am I? He was reasonably sure that when he'd fallen asleep, he'd been in his cabin on the cruise ship. I don't think there was any sand in my cabin... I must be somewhere else.

He felt something pinch his arm, leapt to his feet, missed one of them due to his inability to see, and came crashing back down to the beach. Beach. Why in the world would I be on a beach? He opened his eyes again, slowly this time, letting his eyes adjust. He stood, and surveyed the wreckage strewn about the beach. Oh. That's why. Justin shook his head feebly. What a day.

Im working on a good post

OOC: Actually, I'm changing characters...

Anna's eyes popped open. She found herself staring at the sun from within the yellow life boat. She hadn't remeberd getting there, only the sound of the boat slamming into somethgin, and the call that the ocean liner was going down.

She slid out of her boat, and looked around. People had made it to the beach, and some were already talking. She walked to the beach, and plopped down in the sand, still wearing the wet jeans and pink tshirt with black long sleave undershirt she had been wearing when the ship went down.

She leaned back, laying in the sand, wondering how long she'd be here.

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hay guys whats going on in this thread? 8)

OOC
ppl are getting it on...thats wuts happening. Ur invited too....and dont tell the mods plz.

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Queenie Keresnan watched as Justin dropped onto the beach, dazed and unsure of his surroundings. By now, it was already noon, and some of the..."guests" found themselves munching on snacks and various assorted drinks.

Meanwhile, some of the girls were setting up shelters, and assigning the passengers some shacks and shanties. Apparently, there werent enough dwellings, so oftentimes, two strangers, usually of the opposite sex, were found together. Couples were given priority housing, but otherwise...

Singles found themselves attached to...other singles.

Queenie laughed. Apparently, the women were good at this, she thought, probably because a good many shipwrecks happen, although few are fatal. Even the water wasnt deep enough for the wreck to sink all the way.

She tapped Justin Weitz on his shoulder.

"Are you ok?" she asked. "you seem a little lost."

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OOC
for the shack assignments, pick whoever u want.. just ask whoever's RPing the character.

Now for another issue; we're not actually going to RP them having sex rite? Cause i dont kno wut sex is like....

And we may get deleted.

"Uh... yeah," Justin stammered. "I'm just... I don't know. You know that feeling you get when wake up on an unfamiliar beach with a mouthful of sand and no idea how you got there... I guess not. At any rate, yes, I'm lost. I'm pretty sure of that."

OOC
for the shack assignments, pick whoever u want.. just ask whoever's RPing the character.

Now for another issue; we're not actually going to RP them having sex rite? Cause i dont kno wut sex is like....

And we may get deleted.

(OOC: Typically on NS it's handled with a fade-to-black at the appropriate point. If that's how we're going to do it, the "explicit content" warning isn't really accurate. Maybe give it a PG-13 or something.)

"Uh... yeah," Justin stammered. "I'm just... I don't know. You know that feeling you get when wake up on an unfamiliar beach with a mouthful of sand and no idea how you got there... I guess not. At any rate, yes, I'm lost. I'm pretty sure of that."

"Mouthful of sand?" Queenie asked, smiling. "Of course."

She was actually thinking of a mouthful of something else....

"You're in East Islandia," she said to him, holding out her hand. "I'm Queenie Keresenan, and I'm from around these parts. Where are you from?"

She winked at him. He seemed like a typical helpless male, so Queenie decided to see what she could do....

Hmm, yeah, uh, unfortuantely I'm gonna have to pull form this, for no other reason, than I think I might mess it up, Hmm, depending on what this gets to, Froum sex ranks right up there with chat room sex in my book, and the problem shows up when you realize that the character that your saying sultry sweet nothings to, might actually be another guy, or girl as the case may be, besides I prefer the military stuff more, I wisdh you all the best of luck, may you scandalize the mods thoroughly!

Justin shook Queenie's hand cautiously. His four years at Aberden College had taught him that it paid to be cautious when one woke up in unexpected places.

"Keresenan," he repeated. He gave a blithe, oblivious smile. "From a mouthful of sand to a mouthful of letters. I'm Justin Weisz, from Clabourne, in Copiosa Scotia. I'm a writer, in a manner... oh, ----." It had been nagging at the back since he'd woken up, the feeling that he was missing something very important. Now he knew what it was.

"Have you seen a dark blue notebook?"

Queenie pointed at a totally soaked together square of paper. "Is that yours, Mr. Writer?" she asked, gingerly lifting it up and giving it to him.

"Maybe you'll find some other inspiration," she said, thinking that he had lost his notebook and was depressed. "This is the tropics after all; strange things happen here."

She paused for a minute. "Come on, let's walk up the beach," she said to him, taking his arm. "Are you hungry?"

"This? No, it was bigger. This must be one of those notepads they put on the nightstand in your cabin in case you have anything worthwhile to write at two-thirty in the morning and don't want to turn on the light to look for your notebook." His mind spun. That's practically everything I wrote in the last eight months. He heard Queenie asking him if he was hungry.

"Well... no, not as such, but I could use something to drink. I think I got a little too much seawater between the ship and the beach."

Amy gingerly moved away from the sea urchin and pressed towards Charles. She grinned at him and patted his behind. "Care to help a lady up?" she asked.

Lizzie shook her head and mouthed Slut at her sister with a grin. Amy gave her the finger, and Lizzie moved off, looking for someone else to meet.

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OOC: Erm...RP sex? Should I type pages about orgasms, positions, teabags, etc? (j/king). Seriously, maybe sex shouldn't be the main aim of this RP. Maybe it should lead to conflict between characters.

Charles helps Amy get up, while his eye caught Lizzie.
"Hey, what was she saying?"

Amy gingerly moved away from the sea urchin and pressed towards Charles. She grinned at him and patted his behind. "Care to help a lady up?" she asked.

Lizzie shook her head and mouthed Slut at her sister with a grin. Amy gave her the finger, and Lizzie moved off, looking for someone else to meet.

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OOC: Erm...RP sex? Should I type pages about orgasms, positions, teabags, etc? (j/king). Seriously, maybe sex shouldn't be the main aim of this RP. Maybe it should lead to conflict between characters.

Charles helps Amy get up, while his eye caught Lizzie.
"Hey, what was she saying?"

OOC: Erm...RP sex? Should I type pages about orgasms, positions, teabags, etc? (j/king). Seriously, maybe sex shouldn't be the main aim of this RP. Maybe it should lead to conflict between characters.

(OOC: My thoughts, your keyboard.)

"Nothing," Amy said, patting Charles on the head. "nothing a good little boy like you should know about."

"Speaking of which," she said, pausing for a minute. "Are you a good little boy? Or do I have to get ALL THREE of my sisters down here to help me spank you?"

She laughed and shook her head. "C'mon, let's head up to drydock," she said, pointing at the drinks bar.

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Queenie handed Justin a fruit shake and sat down on the beach, reveling in teh sunlight. 'You know, its not every day that I see shipwrecked strangers," she said. "So what say you tell me about you and I'll tell you about me? You start."

She put down her food and listened to him attentively.

"Fair enough. Like I said, my name's Justin Weitz, I just got my degree in linguistics from Aberden College, and I speak seven languages, most of them poorly. I got on the cruise boat that's now parked in your reef," he gestured out towards the wreckage, "in hopes of seeing the world. My friends will be a little disappointed to find out that the world is really just a pretty beach somewhere in East Islandia."

Glekath Edomadus' (http://groups.msn.com/_Secure/0TwDfAkYZWA*5hWOzv3XCalyIdBQC3O2s3AFWE1VgCcx9q8K9gjOEzkvThpphETxhBXiteF9esP7c*PibGzJvAF*cX*3u6Cguf4q rxQ*2XJmDnUZNyirK4A/HighOrc.jpg) head pierced through the oceanic membrane, gasping for air. That had been his sixth trip down to the wreckage of the boat, and he had only managed to find his Splint Mail and a single skell. This upset him horribly that he was unable to procure the second weapon. However, the other two Orcish Knights were without the luck of breaking through the jail cells when the ship went down in most dire circumstances. Glekath said a prayer in Orcish for them, wishing them the best of luck as they go to Lopnel, where the Red God may give them an eternity of conquest and live happily in the blood of their enemies.

The statuesque Knight gripped the single Skell and began to swam to the island. He would have assumed that most of the humans, ignorant that the ship held the cargo of Ardan captives, would have went there. It presented a minor problem in his own surprising existence to them. At least he had a weapon. It took the 7'4" muscle-bound Orc a good 45 minutes to swim towards the Island before reaching the sands, his Splint Mail and long, tasseled Orange Hair, dripping wet, his left hand clinging to the skell as he slid it on his right hand.

Glekath slung his neck back, whipping his wet hair behind him as bare feet touched down on the sand. Besides the armor, shoulderpads, and a leather tunic, Glekath was out of clothing options. The large creature sniffed the air several times, able to smell the scent of the humans. This island wasn't exactly uninhabited, but he knew that his presence was still unnknown. Glekath was, however, hungered. He reached over to a palm tree and bashed it with a strong lunge kick that splintered it with his raw power. Four coconuts fell into the sand. Glekath jammed the skell into them, carving out a small hold, and then hallowed them out. He strode back, and filled them with salt water for use as flasks. He sniffed the coconut fruit once, and rejected it immediately. He'd have to go hunting for some meat. He assumed that there would be wild boar, much like the Isle of Bizantium in the North of Palladium. With his three water flasks, and his skell at the ready, the Orcish Knight silently disappeared into the foliage on a hunt, his green skin easily melding into the surroundings.

(How's THAT for a changeup of setting)

"Hello, principasa, I do speaka english of course", he replied briskly. "Do you know this island well?"

OOC
I didnt think that a cruise ship would hold an Orc, or three of them, but before you go romping around in Islandia, you should kno three things:

1) Islandians are friendly, and nice to you if you leave a favorable impression.

2) Islandians dont really care about your past; if you're a nice person, they'll all get along.

3) Islandians dont attack unless attacked, and even if you're an Orc, they wont mind you as long as you behave.

That said, let's have some fun.

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Cui Tongwei strolled along the beach, whistling happily and tugging at his canoe. What a day! He had caught quite a few fish already, and two of them were tucked safe into his hut near the beach.

The ex-sailor, a gunner aboard an Islandian fast attack boat, frowned as he saw a green shape moving through the woods. He shrugged and pushed his boat into the water, starting the outrigger's engine and waiting until he was a fair distance away before putting his feet up and sitting back, relaxing.

What was that? Cui thought as the orc came in sight along the beach. He stood up and waved at it, not knowing what else to say.

They certainly have some strange creatures Cui thought before settling back into his canoe and relaxing again, spear gun in reach. He settled back and dozed off, tapping his foot against the spidersteel hull of his outrigger.

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"Disappointed?" Queenie asked. "Many people seem to like Islandia, and especially Islandian wahines.

"That is, Islandian girls," she added quickly, in case he didnt know what the word meant. "Can you speak Islandian? Or Polynesian? Or any pacific language?"

Nearby, several natives stretched out in the sun, some of them topless as they absorbed the sun's rays.

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Jason wiped the sweat off his brow and nodded to the Agrigentian women. "Yes, I know this island well," he replied. "I've lived here most of my life. have you been to the tropics before?"

Justin shook his head. "Neither of those, no. I can do Korean, if that's any good. And I don't mean to suggest that I'm disappointed with Islandia. It's just... not exactly the world, if you know what I mean."

"Nothing," Amy said, patting Charles on the head. "nothing a good little boy like you should know about."

"Speaking of which," she said, pausing for a minute. "Are you a good little boy? Or do I have to get ALL THREE of my sisters down here to help me spank you?"

She laughed and shook her head. "C'mon, let's head up to drydock," she said, pointing at the drinks bar.


"Well, ok. There are drinks on the island?"

OOC: (She seems a bit too...slutty to be convincing.)