nexus_crossings | Destination: Tropical

Destination: Tropical

“I’ve been thinking a little about this place lately.”

Roaming around with no place in mind isn’t all that unfamiliar to him these days. If he’s behind honest, the first few months of being the Captain of his own ship had been fun. He appreciated being able to go wherever he wanted, see whatever it was that he wanted to see, play in any sabacc game he heard about, drink the booze of many worlds and meet some new people. In some ways, it was everything he ever wanted and exactly what he’d hoped for.

Something was missing, though. A feeling that gnawed at him regularly without knowing exactly what it was.

”I’m heading to a warm, tropical climate and I think I’m gonna be on the planet for a couple of days. I’m wondering what what everybody in the nexus would pack, if they were going somewhere sunny.”

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Han Solo of any stripe is probably used to green skinned gals. Such as our dear Delia Battista, who answers without hesitation, "Risa." Beat. "If I'm going for a tropical vacation, Risa's the first place that comes to mind. I don't know if it exists in your reality, but it's a tropical resort planet, beaches everywhere and friendly locals.

As for what to pack: Swimsuits, breathable clothing, the like."

Edited (whups, misread) 2020-01-01 20:55 (UTC)

"I would say it largely depends on the climate if it is hot and humid or hot and dry. For the former I would recommend linen or other breathable fabrics with air flow. If the latter I would recommend shimmer silks for light weight comfort. Either way the keep things practical in foot ware if you will be walking. And some sort of sun protection, if like me you are more sensitive to it." She actually has had to go through this sort of thing before.

"Many places have open water for swimming, but the rule vary greatly on what is allowed or required there." Might have gotten caught in less than the required attire back home.

"Good question! I'd pack something to read, for starters. You humans get sunburn, but I think you have something for that. Travel light. Food, water, the usual."

Somewhere sunny? skekGra lives in a desert, and the planet he lives on is pretty warm anyway, so he feels like the kind of question he's equipped to answer. He doubts the stranger's talking about Thra, but that's all he really has to work with as a reference.

The old bird-creature tilts his head slightly. A new face. "I haven't seen you around before! Hello - my name is skekGra the Heretic. It's wonderful to meet you!"

"You need something to cover your head and protect your eyes," comes the immediate answer from this small person. "Humans get sunstroke so easily! And if it's dry, never go anywhere without water. Do you know what the oxygen levels will be? That makes a big difference sometimes. If you're hypoxic, your body can't regulate temperature so well and if there are problems that will make everything worse."

Rondo does not look like a mother hen. He really doesn't. He's significantly less than five feet tall, with pointy ears, dressed in a heavily layered tunic and shirt with designs that might look somewhat archaic to some Nexus eyes. He's also carrying a light electronic tablet, though, which is on sleep mode and tucked under his arm.

"I guess I shouldn't assume--sorry--but you are human, right?"

"Somewhere sunny, hm? And where would this place be?"

A Skeksis approaches, wearing nautical robes and a plumed hat. This Skeksis is both larger and more colorful than skekGra, most of her feathers still intact. skekSa the Mariner eyes this creature closely. He doesn't look like a gelfling. Too large, and the facial structure is all wrong. He sounds well-travelled, though, something she respects. She's new in the Nexus, both intrigued by its sheer expanse as an explorer and frustrated by the lack of open seawater to sail on. She decides to offer him some sincere advice.

"Well, then, allow a fellow traveller to offer some help. The basics come first - food, water, spare supplies. Bring a weapon, too, since you never know what you could meet out on the open sea." The Mariner offers him a hand, stooping to match his height. "Well met. I am skekSa the Mariner."

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