Summer 1 - Greetings and Welcome - Action

[kollomods]

[ It's a mild sunny day when the first group of guests make land at Norrhamn. A gentle breeze rustle the birch trees and tangle in the bunting that's hung across the buildings in celebration of this very special occasion. Aina has been busy gathering up guests over the last few hours and now the ferry is approaching the port, waves breaking gently against the bow.

Olivia is waiting on the jetty, clipboard hugged close to her body. She's excited and nervous all at once, anxious to get to meet these people that she's read so much about, the faces behind the pleading letters. This is the first day her new job becomes hands on. Hopefully she'll be good at it.

As the ferry lands and lets the guests off, Olivia raises a hand in a cheerful greeting. ]

Hello! Welcome to Norrhamn!

Comments

[traceofeffort]

[A | open | docks]
[Lisa had been inclined to sleep on the ferry; if they were picking up more passengers than just her, it'd be a bit of a trip. But she'd gotten to talking, as she tended to, and while she wouldn't quite say she'd made friends, it'd been fun, and she felt awake despite being in one place for a little while. So when the ferry docks, she steps outside and takes a deep breath of fresh air, actually feeling like she's on vacation despite everything, even as she reflexively bends her knees to make sure the bass slung over her shoulder doesn't clip the door.

This place feels a little foreign to her sensibilities, but she could get used to it. And the lady waving is probably the reason she's here seeing it at all; she smiles, pushing the tiny knot of nervous energy off to the side. Setting suitcase and bass aside for a moment in a safe place, she steps a bit closer.]

Hello! Um, I'm Lisa. Thank you, ma'am! It's... I'm not sure what I was expecting, but this looks like a tranquil place.

[She looks like she's trying hard to make a good impression. She just got here, it'd be terrible to be sent back now. Once she finishes talking to Olivia, she'll hang out for a bit longer, taking in the sights and letting herself unwind a bit.]

[B | open | Pike Cabin]
[It's a little bit later by the time Lisa reaches her cabin. That's taking her a moment to process in and of itself, given she's used to just having her own room, but it shouldn't be too bad! If she can manage time with her various and unique band members, she can manage a roommate. Probably.

Popping the door open and leaving it that way, she sets her things down and proceeds to check on her bass before anything else - it may be the most important thing she owns. It seems fine, and after a second, she nods to herself and starts to tune it. Without an amplifier it's probably hard to hear, but she takes a few minutes to get it tuned and play a few notes just to reassure herself. It's not a standout instrument, but that's okay. Roselia needs it - needs her - all the same.

As she plays, she's not so focused that she isn't watching the door, but it'll take her a second to manage conversation. More so if she finds herself humming of her vocal parts. Or actually singing it. Both are at least slightly likely.]

[notrosesshadow]

[Martha narrowly avoided the bass as she took a slow circle to see what was around.]

Woah there. I'm sorry! Nice instrument!

b!

[oracledriven]

[It's not exactly the thrumming of an unplugged bass that catches his attention --though it does sound odd; not exactly how he expected a guitar to sound-- ...it's the humming. Singing, even. Noel finds himself drawn in, trying to hear more of the words. There's just something about singing, about music maybe, that seems so interesting and strange to him.

It's only when he's practically in the doorway that he realizes he's being pretty rude, and...honestly seeming a little creepy.

He clears his throat gently to announce his presence. Then, after a moment, he adds:]

...Sorry to intrude. I was just wondering what you were singing.

a

[norrhamn_residents]

Ah, Lisa! Lisa, Lisa...

[ Olivia mumbles, flipping through the small bundle of papers in her clipboard — more to come soon, hopefully — until she finds what she's looking for. ]

There it is! Lisa Imai. Welcome to Norrhamn! I hope you'll be able to recharge your batteries here!

b

[thefavorite]

[ This isn't his cabin, but Dewey is always drawn in by music. So when he hears it while walking past, he pauses, lingering by the open door a few moments.

Eventually, he speaks up. ]

Hey.

[ He pauses a beat before pressing on - ]

What are you playing?

[oracledriven]

a.
[The boat is quiet as it rocks in the water -- as if voices, laughter, and conversations are muted somewhat by the ocean waves lapping at the boat. It's...a little surreal. Not the quiet, but the peace settling all around them. All the same, Noel feels like he's holding his breath, like he's waiting for reality to sink in. For a shadow at his back to catch up with him. And yet...and yet.

It's fine. He tells himself it's fine.

A woman meets them at the docks, and without meaning to he instantly sizes her up. Realizing he's doing it, his stomach turns a bit, and he glances around, studying their surroundings to avoid eye contact.]

... It really is beautiful out here.

[He sounds a little surprised. It's almost enough to make him let his guard down -- almost, but not quite.]

b.
[Noel didn't bring much stuff with him, so it doesn't take long to toss the half-filled bag on his bed and go out for a look around. The general store is particularly interesting, with its selection of clothes, foods, and equipment. A faint half-smile crosses his face as he lays eyes on the vests and oars. There had been a time, in the last world he visited, where they were planning to build a boat, to explore with. Maybe he'll get that boat trip after all.

Later, he makes his way to the community center. The lack of kitchen staff is a little suspicious --but then, to him, everything is suspicious-- but he doesn't dwell on it long, distracted by the nearby garden. That's where you'll find him for a decent part of the afternoon, admiring the plants.]

Fruit trees. Huh. [He doesn't pick the fruit, but he does slide a finger over a few of the leaves.] Someone's been taking good care of you.

[Is...is he talking to that tree? Yeah. He is. Listen, give him a break, he went through a phase where he was a tree for a while.]

b.

[forever_jack]

[Plants aren't really Jack's thing, but that doesn't mean he can't enjoy a garden, and this is a pretty and oddly peaceful one. He checks it out with a smile of simple pleasure spreading across his lips, which widens to a vaguely teasing grin at the young man apparently chatting up a pear tree.]

Got a bit of a thing for trees? [Despite the faint tease, his voice is warm - and completely nonjudgmental. In fact, it turns downright wistful.] Got to know a very nice tree myself, a long time ago! Sexy as hell, all smooth bark and sumptuous bulges in all the right places. And a voice that'd make grown men fall right at her feet...

b; prepare yourself

[spazzed]

( lance didn't bring much stuff with him, either; it really doesn't take him much time at all to start wandering around, to ultimately find himself where those fruit trees are not only because it all looks tasty, but because he's convincing himself that he's familiarizing himself with his surroundings, and it never hurts to do that, in his experience.

except he's not exactly prepared to find someone talking to a tree.

that seems like … no, it doesn't really seem like anything anyone in his team would do, except maybe allura, and that stems all the way back to her connection with the balmera — but that isn't the point, here. there is a guy talking to a tree and for whatever reason he needs to comment on it, not only because he rarely finds a reason to fill the silence with anything other than silence. ) Think it's gonna say anything back?

( lance. you're not doing anyone any favors, here.

don't do this. )

a

[norrhamn_residents]

[ Avoiding eye contact might be doable, but avoiding contact entirely is a different thing. This is her job, to meet and greet and put faces to the names of all those letters she's been reading. She approaches, determined and a little bit nervous. Real people! Here! Under her care! Let's hope she doesn't faint! ]

Thank you. We got lucky with the location. You must be.... [ She looks for help in her clipboard. ] ...Noel!

[forever_jack]

Jack travels light these days; he's amassed surprisingly little over the last century and a half, mainly because whatever he's tried to keep he's always ended up losing anyway. There's just the greatcoat on his broad shoulders, the wide leather strap around his left wrist that houses his wrist computer, and a rucksack with a few changes of clothes and quite a few sex toys (just in case the island's store isn't well-enough equipped). In compliance with the island's rules he's left his revolver and its holster behind – a decision that cost him more than a few qualms but he's got to trust that these people know what they're doing.

To be fair, having the Webley is more of a comfort thing than something he actually needs. He's had it a long, long time.

1. He's stayed rather uncharacteristically quiet on the ferry. He's just lost two people who'd become very dear to him and he's not at his flirtatious best (or worst, depending how you look at it). In fact, he's spent a lot of the journey gazing out of the window at nothing, lost in contemplation.

When the ferry finally docks, however, he rouses from his reverie – and takes a deep breath of the fresh sea air as he steps out onto the quay. The scent of the sea immediately reminds him of Cardiff and his head goes up, a faint smile finally starting to spread across his lips as he look around at his fellow travellers disembarking.

This little vacation might just turn out to be exactly what he needs.

2. He finds his room in Moose cabin and spends a few minutes just taking in the view of the sea. Then another few trying out the size, height and comfort of the bed. Then he hangs up his coat and wanders downstairs to check out the communal area. He's not particularly interested in the kitchen since he is not a cook, though he's pleased to see there's a decent-looking coffee maker. He can't do anything in the mornings without his first cup of coffee!

3. Later, he goes for a wander along the cliff-top, enjoying the play of light on the water, listening to the sounds of the waves and seagulls, breathing in the smell of salt and seaweed. He's still got a lot on his mind, but already he's starting to feel a little more at peace.

Scenario 3

[notrosesshadow]

Martha had seen Jack on the ferry. Of course she saw him. But she had hoped it wasn't actually him. This was her vacation. A vacation away from everything home. Particularly those things that involved aliens and world saving.

It had been easy enough avoiding him in the hullabaloo of the disembarking and general room finding. Of course, sooner or later, she would run into him. In this case, as she made her way up towards the cliffs. Martha was tossing pebbles off the cliff, and didn't notice him til she was too close to creep away.

She found an easy enough smile for him as she called out. "Fancy meeting you here!"

2.

[burntviolet]

[ Hanako has just put her bag down before noticing someone else exists inside the cabin she has been assigned to. With her frame tensing up, hands squeezing the front of her shirt, she calls out to the man's attention with a quivering tone that still transpires politeness. ]

E-Excuse me, sir... are we, ah... rommates?

[notrosesshadow]

[ A | open | docks ]

Martha shouldered her duffle as she stepped off the ferry. "Oh excuse me!" she remarked as she sidestepped someone else's luggage. "Anything I can help you with?" Regardless of how low she'd felt upon leaving, just the thought of being here lifted the weight from her shoulders. It was easy for Martha to smile at everyone else on the dock.

[ B | open | cloudberry cabin ]

Well, this was cozy. Martha looked around. She claimed a room and tucked her few items of clothing into the drawers. The shared bathroom would be interesting. She left only her toothbrush and toothpaste there so as to not take up valuable counter space. It was a nice little cabin though. She was looking forward to her time here.

A

[burntviolet]

[ Hanako gives a startle, immediately picking her bag off the ground and taking a few steps back from the woman. Her lips quiver with anxiety as she takes longer than normal to reply. ]

N-No, I'm sorry, I should have been c-careful with my bag!

Hana Song | ota

[ggs]

{ i. arrival }

[ Hana looks pretty banged up on her arrival. She has a crutch under each arm and a leg in a cast that she's alternating between hobbling on and lifting straight off the ground to swing herself. But she's doing her best to look inconspicuous despite this, with a pair of dark sunglasses and a baseball cap pulled down to shield her face, just in case she's been had and the media's here to snap her photo.

She scans the boardwalk and reads the sign indicating that the community center's not far away. She moves forward, right into someone's path. The sunglasses are sort of blocking her peripheral vision. ]

Whoa! Sorry.

{ii. the cabins }

[ It's going to be a struggle to haul herself up those stairs to her bedroom in Lingonberry cabin, so for now, Hana takes a breather out on the cabin porch, watching others filter in towards theirs. When she was encouraged to write her letter, she hadn't bothered to think about how widespread the island would be. Sure, there's a bus, but it looks like walking's the preferred method of travel. Too bad she couldn't bring a hoverbike.

Seeing people walk by, she waves from her chair. ]

Heya! Have you been here awhile, or new too?

ii

[traceofeffort]

[Once she's ensured her precious bass is in good condition, Lisa goes back out to survey a little bit. These cabins look quaint enough, even if the decor inside is just a bit antiquated... eh, that's part of the charm, right? But she's noticing people too, not that there are terribly many. When she hears someone calling out to her, she turns, raising a hand to wave before checking when she sees the cast. Still, she finishes with only a little awkwardness in the motion, coming closer.]

Hi! Yeah, I'm new too. [A brief pause.] Would it be too much to ask what happened? You don't have to tell me! But I'm curious. That's a heavy-duty cast.

ii

[unwieldy]

[ Being assigned to Lingonberry cabin meant finding Lingonberry cabin. Haein's not directionally challenged, but it does take a while for him to come across it, if only because there are So Many Cabins. Once he reaches the right one, he's a little surprised and a lot wary when he's greeted by a stranger on the porch, one hand coming up to pull the hood over his head a bit lower. ]

New.

[ He stops just in front of the cabin, adjusting the bag over his shoulder as he eyes the casts on her arm and leg. ]

Is this your cabin?

i

[burntviolet]

[ The near impact causes Hanako's heart to jump straight to her throat, a loud gasp escaping her as she drops her bag and braces herself, keeping a defensive pose with her arms covering her face even after the girl gives out her apology and the incident is over. ]

... a-ah... uhm, i-it's... nothing, I'm... I'm fine.

[ She clearly isn't fine. ]

[burntviolet]

a; arrival

[ Hanako had been sitting in a far corner of the ferry, silent and unresponsive for the whole trip, merely looking outside from the window. It was the first time she was travelling outside of Japan, but nothing about her gloomy appearance inspired eagerness for adventure. She had just left behind a world she felt she never belonged to, running away from her past. If there was a reason to be happy, she found none. That's all there is to it.

Inside the bag perched on her lap, she brought few things of importance. Clothes, a few books, and a portable chessboard. The latter was a birthday gift she refused to throw away even though it was associated to the people who had caused her grief so recently. It was the only thing related to them she had left.

Stepping out of the ferry, bag held in both hands, she takes in the scenery, purple eyes lost in the beauty of it. The female voice snaps her out of her thoughts, and a familiar sense of panic crawls up her chest, constricting her throat as she looks at the woman like a deer in the headlights. ]

G-... Good day. Thank you, m-miss.

[ Her hold on the bag tightens so hard her knuckles turn white. She bows her head respectfully but with hesitation. ]

b; looking around

[ Some time after settling in her cabin, Hanako decides to have a brief walk outside, just to take in the new air and carve the streets into her memory for future reference. The breeze feels fresh against her face, but she keeps the longer side of her bangs steady with her hand, afraid to show even a bit of what appears behind them.

Everything is new, and mildly terrifying. She's aware there are people around her, and if someone approaches she'll try to move out of the way and shrink herself as much as possible, trembling all the while she makes no eye contact whatsoever with them. ]

I'm s-sorry... do you need anything?

a)

[norrhamn_residents]

[ It's not a big group but it still takes Olivia a moment before she can put together the faces with the letters — she's read so many, and this is technically her first real day on the job. The anxiety of doing poorly hasn't entirely let go of her but you can get away with a lot if you do it with a smile and she can always collapse in a nervous pile later!

She smiles reassuringly at the girl. ]

You can call me Olivia... and you must be- [ A glance to her notes, just to make sure. ] -Hanako, right?

[spazzed]

i; docks! ( ota )

( he really doesn't think he's ever seen anything like this place before; okay, sure it's been about as long as he can remember since he's been in a position to really enjoy the scenery of any given place ( planet ) for longer than it takes for him to realize they're somewhere different in the first place — and yeah, he can't be sorry for applying to come here. it's a breath of fresh air ( both figuratively and literally, honestly ) he's needed for a lot longer than he'll ever admit to, and he does take a deep breath in as he steps first one foot and then the other on the dock, smile growing wide enough to split the bottom of his face right in two as it spreads.

he stretches his arms over his head, then ultimately shoves his hands into his jeans pockets as he takes the time to really look around. there's a pretty decently-sized crowd of people here, which means there's all the more reason to start introducing himself. getting to know the other that have also thought they're in dire need of a break.

everyone deserves that, okay. it's just a basic human right. or … just a basic right in general, if you happen to not be human in the first place. this is the sort of thing you think about when you've spent a large chunk of time in space and you and a handful of your friends are the only humans in the vicinity.

so, he nods to the woman that greets them — flashes her one of those winning smiles that practically lights up his entire face — and turns to whoever might be nearest to him. ) Nice place, huh? ( that's totally how you break the ice with strangers. right? right. )

ii; cabins / ultimately cloudberry! ( also ota )

( this is a really. really nice place, he has to admit.

there's nothing super extravagant about their housing, but it's enough to have him quietly appreciating the thought that he might actually have a soft bed ( this ain't the princess and the pea, but he swears if he sleeps on a too-firm mattress for longer than one night he wakes up with backaches, and that isn't great for having to get up and train or … fight aliens ) and maybe even a softer pillow to lay his head on when the time comes to get some much-needed rest. the wallpaper pattern reminds him of something he might have seen in his grandmother's house when he was little, and very briefly a pang of that age-old homesickness sticks in the pit of his stomach.

but it doesn't stay very long. because he knows he'll see his family again, as soon as he's finished here, which means he'll meet them with a fresh face. and that's important when you've spent too much time in space and probably haven't slept more than a handful of hours at a time in god-knows-how-long.

so. when he's not checking out the inside of the cabin itself, he's got himself settled cross-legged on the porch watching as people go by, looking every bit like he might belong there, or has just acclimated himself more quickly than one might expect. he likes to think himself adaptive like that, rolling with the punches with the best of them, but this is something different altogether.

this is a vacation. he might as well make himself at home! )

iii; the farm! ( … also also ota )

( anyone that knows the voltron canon might not be all that surprised to find this boy here, all things considered.

he doesn't care so much about the fruit trees, even if the urge to pick an apple or something else delicious is strong enough to ( eventually ) find him reaching for it — but anyone that passes by might find him meandering around with the animals. there's a bit of comfort taken in the soft moos of the dairy cows, and does that mean he has a soft spot for kaltenecker? maybe.

what of it.

you can't just ignore a cow that comes free with purchase, okay. it reminds him of a time that was just a little bit simpler. let him have this. )

i

[traceofeffort]

[Lisa blinks, hearing the comment. Sloooowly turns to the young man making the comment. Blinks again.

And then grins with a soft laugh.]

Sorry, but that was perfect. I couldn't help myself. But- yeah. It seems peaceful.

docks –

[pushdagger]

Lance?

[ he thinks he's hallucinating for a second. it is almost as if the adrenaline rush after the battle has stayed with him long after they have left the castle of lions behind, left lotor behind, left everything –

it isn't like keith to lose that focus so quickly, almost stumbling as he leaves the ferry behind, barely acknowledging the greeter ( rude, keith ). he had agreed to this vacation, he asked for this vacation because so much has happened and he has barely had enough time to process it, simply barreling forward because they had a job to do. there is still more to do but he can breathe here.

as he chases after that familiar figure in the distance, he can't help but notice has fresh the air feels in his lungs, that he had almost forgotten what a breeze like this felt like. ]

Lance. [ it's a relief to see someone familiar. he has to admit that much as he briefly touches the back of the other boy's arm. and –

whoa.

it's weird being taller. ]

[pushdagger]

the kitchen ( ota )

[ he's hungry. you get really hungry, you know, after you've been fighting in an epic space battle that nearly destroys you and your teammates. for a second, his eyes are bigger than his stomach and orders what seems like a bit too much for a wiry boy like this one. ( trust us – he needs all of it. )

the food is familiar yet not, definitely earth-based or at least what he remembers of it. he wishes hunk were here to talk him through some of that. it does smell good though.

what strikes him as strange – or at least stranger than anything else he has experienced so far – is that there is no one serving. no one behind counters, no clanking of pots and pans that he can hear anyway. he looks up at the plate and calls, ] Uh. Hello?

the beach ( ota )

[ the walk isn't that bad. there is more room here, it feels like, and it's a nice change from the day to day during his two-year stint with his estranged mother in a time warp. keith enters through the brush and pushes aside a branch to find the beach.

it's a different kind of peace that he hasn't felt in quite some time. it's hard not to remain on edge when you've been running or fighting, but he tries, inhaling again as he did on the dock, even closing his eyes once in a while to listen to the waves gently lapping on the shore. you're welcome to interrupt his thoughts, even if he doesn't look the friendliest.

or you can find him investigating the log structures, poking in and out and not learning much about the area, just finding supplies for swimming or other oceanside activities. ] They've thought of everything, [ he mumbles to himself, unfolding his hands from over his grey t-shirt. however, something does catch his eye. ] Huh.

"Me in the water, the Brook Horse on land."

the kitchen;

[facings]

[ what reason does a guy who can't eat have to be in the kitchen? well... call it morbid curiosity. because as much as it seems like he's back to how he was, back home, pale skin and black blood and white eyes... they did tell him, upon arrival, that any medicine he needed then wouldn't be needed here.

and maybe that meant he could eat, too?

but as soon as he walks inside the kitchen, the smell of all the different dishes turn his stomach, and he very nearly misses the presence of another person there. ]

Oh — [ he stops, awkwardly, and watches as the boy... talks to the plate?

um. right, then. ]

Is... everything alright?

[ebony_wings]

[A | Docks | Open]

She was almost taken aback by how... bright everything was. Viola may not look it, but she's seen good sunlight and bright, beautiful avenues... just not all that often. It had been especially gloomy when someone had unleashed a curse across her and her home. Learning the truth of who started it was probably more painful than the actual experience of the curse. As a result, she's often shielding her eyes from the sun even when not entirely necessary. "Gosh, maybe I should have dressed a little lighter." She was in fact, in a dark, gothic dress, albeit one that only reached her knees. "I would roast to death before I could even get settled in!" At least she understood that darker clothes soaked in more sunlight. "Guess I'll need to get in something lighter."

Her bag consisted of a few changes of clothes, and a sewing kit. She didn't have everything, but it would be enough for simpler things. It was light enough that anyone greeting her would be met with easygoing kindness in turn. "Hello yourself. Are you doing alright?"

[B | Wolf Cabin | Open]

Wolf Cabin was... decidedly un-wolf-like in her opinion. But she imagined that this was supposed to be an easygoing, bright place like the rest of the cabins. Couldn't it have been just a little... darker? Maybe some intimidating wolf statues, perhaps? Viola wished she had a little more know-how with decorating. But this was really no time to get wrapped up in details like that, this was a vacation. Let things be a little different!

Viola unpacked most of her things, hung up her clothes, set her sewing kit on the provided desk and headed back out. Supposedly, this was a place where... all sorts of people could gather, but would it be okay for her to reveal her true self? Granted, it was more of a change in limbs and she was not anything like those poor werewolves or even bigger monsters, but most humans couldn't summarily change their arms to wings and fly.

But she figured if she didn't make any sudden attacks on anyone, she'd be fine. Shedding her heels as to not ruin them, she let her body shift. Her arms grew into a magnificent black wing span. Her legs grew dark gray and scaly, feet becoming talons. The raven girl, now transformed, hopped out of her window, making a strong flap of her wings to propel herself up and backward, and took a seat on the roof, to get a good view of things. "Ah... Not a bad view." Being able to stretch her wings fully like this felt great.

But lo and behold, just as soon as she started looking, someone had made some noise just below her, and apparently had seen her dive out. "Oh! I didn't scare you, did I?"