Event | Landfall | Bresilyk | Aihsohlow

[ironwood]

Characters: Any and all!
Date: December 3 - 11, 2013
Location: Aihsohlow, Bresilyk (landfall)
Situation: Tu Vishan makes landfall at the winterbound republic of Bresilyk!
Warnings/Rating: Please include warnings in comment subject lines

OOC Post | Approved Items | Special Gifts
Aihsohlow | Phorezton | Markutte | Countryside

The starting point of landfall and the smallest port of importance in all the republic. All visitors will have a fish mark stamped on their tin visa if they are granted access here. The homes here are sturdy and built to withstand the harsh sea winds, though the dome has rendered their sturdiness largely irrelevant as the years pass. Fish represent the primary theme of food, with preserved and smoked renditions a commodity often sent for trade to others towns. Local authorities will ask for the tin card visa of each visitor upon first sight, verifying the information with some scrutiny before handing it back and allowing them to continue onwards. There are some auctions held here, with the items obtained often showing signs of recovery from the ocean floor by diving parties in search of fish to net.

Customs | Settlement | Auctions | Harvest Haul | Other

Comments

[trainwrecked]

Come on, if you wanna experiment, you've gotta see what others are going for, and only then move to the more rare stuff.

[ Beat, and Bucky looked about at the selection of booze. ]

Though it's been a while since I got the chance to try new booze. Hey. Name's Bucky Barnes.

[ Did he just imply that he'd tried all the kinds offered in Keeliai? Yes. Yes, he did. ]

[explosivepenetrators]

[ Pete was still trying to air his tongue out, to no seeming annoyance of the vendor. Apparently, this was the appropriate reaction for all newbies to the stuff. Rite of passage, maybe?

Pete looked over to the man who was speaking to him, tongue still hanging out of his mouth, feeling like it was going numb (though it wasn't). ]

'etah 'ill.

[ ... Words, Peter.

He took a deep breath, and then offered his hand. ]

Sorry. Peter Quill.

[trainwrecked]

Right. Howdy, Peter!

What've you got, here?

[ Bland and easy, but maybe there was a gleam in the large eyes. He was looking forward to this. ]

Sweet? Burning? Numbing?

[explosivepenetrators]

[ Pete took a breath, after managing to wag his tongue around for another second or two. ]

Looks like something they brewed from seaweed if you ask me.

[ There was still a good amount in his cup, and he held it out for Bucky to examine. ] For a second there, I thought my tongue had fallen off, but you know... it's not leaving a bad aftertaste.

[ Now that his sense of taste was returning. ]

[trainwrecked]

That would make sense.

[ Bucky grinned at the kedan with an I'll have one! ]

I mean, seafood is sort of big, here, especially away from Keeliai.

Cheers? [ When his own drink arrived. ]

[explosivepenetrators]

Right. Cheers [ He bumped his cup lightly against Bucky's and then took another sip of the drink. It went down a little easier this time, but that was all a matter of small degrees right now.

He shuddered again and then looked back to Bucky, his earlier words finally starting to sink in after they had scratched their way into his brain.

His name. ]

You said "Bucky Barnes," didn't you?

[trainwrecked]

[ Hold on. Bucky's turn to lose fooling in his tongue. ]

[ Then he bursts out laughing. ]

Okay, I think I like that. And, yeah. Sergeant Bucky Barnes, 107th Infantry.

[explosivepenetrators]

[ The laugh startled Pete just a bit, because- well- he hadn't really heard a good bit of laughter in a while. Still, he managed a small grin once he heard the man's name again. ]

Well, blast right out of my flarkin' elementary school history class. You're pretty famous in my day.

[trainwrecked]

Right! I heard there was a comic, too, and I wore short shorts or somethin'. Kinda strange to think that people remembered, considering I didn't even end in a battle, exactly.