Sadie

The Neighborhood Watch

Throwing my potential interest into the mix.

Corsair Adventures (Invite Only)

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Immediately After One of Yours

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To say she was anxious would be a glaring understatement for Viktoriya.

After the Captain’s ra-ra speech, Jonas’s booting from the program and the whirlwind of excitement from her fellow crewmates, a lot had happened in a short amount of time and Viki was using everything in her very being to mask her unease behind an iron curtain. Still, there was something deep in her gut, a knot or a demon of doubt, telling her that she didn’t belong. She wasn’t meant to be here.

Her chef whites were unusual, at least comparatively to what Viki was used to. They were not the traditional straight arm and corner fold that she had worn in other restaurants. These ones were more like tunics, cinched at the waist and tight around the chest, which Viktoriya didn’t mind too much. She wasn’t that self confident in her looks but the dark haired girl knew her hip game was strong and she had decent boobs. The sleeves were short and fitted and she finished the ensemble with a lightly slit at the thigh pencil shirt that skewed a little shorter. It was hotter than a circle of hell in Florida after all and she also wanted to try and look even an iota like some of the girls that she was now crewing with; those girls were Amazonian queens.

It wasn’t that far a walk to Eden’s Eatery. A lot of the local businesses seemed to have some relationship with the Corsairs from what Viki could tell; Symbiotic, she would say. Eden’s was to be her Homebase for the CAP season. A place for her and others like her to practice and create recipes, to hone their craft until they were called upon to travel to wherever the Captain and the guests needed them to go. Along with her anxiety, excitement was starting to well inside with every step onto the pavement by her Etnies shoes. She was about to begin working with a bonafide legend in the culinary community and a personal hero of hers Chef Lance Irvine; He was a multiple Michelin star winner and the proprietor of some of the finest restaurants around the world.

Lance's story began in a place not too dis-similar to Fort Lauderdale; Cape Cod. He grew up on the beach, by the water, serving tourists and townies at the little sandwich stall that his parents ran during their off time. It was where his love for food began. When he graduated high school, Chef Lance spent years travelling, discovering new cuisines, sharpening skills more deadly than a knife and when he returned to the Cape, he turned that family stall into his first restaurant, Dotties. In the intervening years, he has formed more divine delicatessens like Faith’s and The Ivy, all renowned and beloved. Eden’s was no different, though its focus was far more on light nights and breakfast food. Though behind the front, was the test kitchen, a place for the CAP chefs to plot, plan and cook up their wicked brews to take on their charters with them.

Viktoriya approached Eden’s from the back, as she had been informed to do by Korinna. As she approached the door, she could hear a faint sound coming from the other side, a beat of some kind? She took out her key card and slipped it down the designated slot. It was a key made of magic, she thought, as the door clicked opened. Viki was not greeted by a smiling face but instead by the near deafening sound of legendary British pop sensation; Rod Stewart.

“Wake up Maggie, I think I got something to say to you!” Lance stood at the counter top, dropping something into his frying pan as he rocked his head to the music . “It’s late September and I really should be back at school!” He sang at the top of his lungs. When one hears Michelin Chef, they did not picture someone like Lance. He wore faded blue jeans, a Cheap Trick t-shirt and danced around his kitchen without a fear in the world and a Budweiser in his free hand. His big blue eyes lifted from his creation to look at the now open doorway. “Fuck yeah! You gotta be Viki, welcome to madhouse, you're gonna love it here.” He took a swig from his bottle before slamming it down onto the counter and belching loudly. “Well don’t just stand here, get in here, grab a knife and start cutting. Oh and your head chef is here somewhere, ADI?!”

“Aucun de ces gens ne sait ce qu'ils font. Où les as-tu trouvés? Où est mon peuple?”

As the sound of click clack from six-inch kitten heels stormed in from the back room, the redhead threw her hands in the air in exasperation. The new year brought in a fresh group of people for her to haze, and apparently not a single one of them knew what the hell they were doing. Well, according to her, anyway. Adi turned to Lance to complain before spotting the new girl. She raised a manicured brow and put her hands onto her slim hips. The tunic she wore hugged every curve just perfectly, the tight black dress underneath stopping right above her knees. All in all, she was an absolute sight to see. And yet the look on her exquisitely made up face could stop anyone in their tracks. A firestorm contained within a Victoria’s Secret model.

”Oh. A new one.” While she had heard that there would be fresh blood in her kitchen, she wasn’t too keen on teaching someone to take over her position. She knew nobody would ever be able to compare to her talents. At least she looked decent enough. Her eyes ran over the woman’s presentation. ”Cute.” She tilted her head, causing the small tendrils of hair framing her face to fall to the side. The rest was perfectly coifed in a slicked backed bun at the back of her head. While she trusted Lance completely, she needed to know what this guppie was capable of. ”Show me what you can do.”

Viktoriya’s mastery of the French language was limited to what she had learned at a high school level (though she did get an A+) but she didn’t need to be fluent to pick up the cadence of the the redhead woman’s words; this kitchen was a proving ground and Viki had to step up if she was going to survive.

She held a brief pause to soak in everything around her, the environment, the frantically working staff and the woman that was challenging her. Inside her mind, a dichotomy was forming; Viktoriya didn’t know whether to be terrified or turned on. This woman was drop dead gorgeous, just like all the others that she had met so far but she carried an air of authority that screamed perfection. Already the Russian knew that nearly every task she would undertake in the following moments would be scrutinised, criticised and pulled apart for its flaws and imperfections.

It was put up or shut up time.

Placing her hands on her hips, in a similar posture to the recent horrifying and beautiful arrival, Viktoriya stood proudly and powerfully, ready to show what she could do. ”What’s the challenge?” Her voice was fierce, her eyes clear and her determination was high. She was going to prove that she belonged there just like everybody else. She was good at what she did but good wasn’t enough, Viki needed to be perfect.

This seemed fun; tension, Lance loved a bit of tension in the kitchen. It added so much flavour. ”Alright. I got one for you.” The Executive Chef turned down the music on his phone, letting its low hum become background noise instead of a live and in color concert. ”Why don’t you prep breakfast for the guests? I know technically we haven’t been told anything about them yet but that’s part of the fun. Take a punt.” The older man glanced over at his best student. He had pulled the same challenge in Adelaide on her first season, he wondered if it conjured memories. ”We won’t tell you where anything is, how long you’ve got, everything is on you and your skills. It’s badass.”

Her brow raised higher as the new blood stood her ground. While Adi could appreciate her confidence, she knew how high her own standards were. And this little tart didn’t look like she’d be able to rise to the occasion. Tragic. Before she could mention her own little test, Lance spoke up. A small grin pulled at the left corner of her mouth. Of course he would pull the same methods he had used on her. Maybe this meant the chef saw potential where she did not. However, he was hardly wrong and she had the most absolute trust in the man.

Glancing up at the large clock on the wall, she gave a small nod of her head before returning her attention back to the young woman. Normally she would already know her name by now, but it wouldn’t be of any importance to Adelaide if the woman couldn’t keep up. She would have to earn her spot in any of Adi’s kitchens. Folding her arms against her ample chest, her grin turned into a smirk. ”Begin.”

Viktoriya wasn’t one to waste time: as soon as Chef Lance had made mention of breakfast, her mind began to work in overdrive to put together some dishes that would be worthy of his kitchen. She knew nothing of the guests, the Captain hadn’t held a preference meeting yet, so she was completely in the dark. That was fine, despite the ball of anxiety that the beautiful Russian was in a social setting, the kitchen was her playground, her home.

Logic was her friend. First and foremost, Lance had said guests. Meaning that there was more than one, an individual meal wouldn’t cut it; whatever she made there needed to be plenty of it. Second, Viki had been lucky enough to work in a few of Lance’s restaurants previously and in every one, the kitchen set up was the same. The back of house of Eden’s was most likely the same, so she wouldn’t have to navigate her way around impaired by lack of navigation. Thirdly, time was short and lacking in abundance, pressure created diamonds and Viki in a kitchen like this would shine.

Turning down her cochlear implant to prevent distraction, Viktoriya got to work. She immediately turned multiple hobs on three different ovens, letting them warm as she moved towards the far left workstation to relieve it of bread and eggs. Moving around like she already knew the place, the Sous Chef started her first dish, French Toast, it was simple, effective and a not so subtle dig at the harpy staring a hole through her.

Vik didn’t know if the guests would be high society or just regular people on vacation, so her plan was to mix the breakfast with as many styles as much as she could, a taste for all seasons as it were. Taking inspiration from her childhood, or more accurately, the childhood of those she watched through restaurant windows, Viktoriya also added Syrniki to the line up of breakfast foods. Syrniki were caramelised fruit pancakes with sour cream and a dollop of caviar for that savoury sweetness. She then poached some eggs, in a huevos rancheros sauce with some chilli, coriander, onion and feta cheese.

Lance pressed a knuckle to his lip as he watched Viktoriya silently. She was a machine, the timing of everything she was doing was impeccable. Many talented chefs had graced his kitchens, many not so talented had soured them, but none, not even Adelaide, worked with this level of efficiency. When her application first crossed his desk, Lance’s curiosity was piqued by Viki’s mixed citizenship and the kitchens she had worked in. As time ticked away, the Executive Chef looked towards his favourite student. ”She’s good, Chef.”

As the woman’s hand went to the side of her head, Adi tilted her own head in curiosity. What was she doing? Was that- Her eyes widened slightly when it finally clicked for her. The woman had on a hearing aide. She was deaf? And working in a kitchen? A tiny iota of respect built inside her chest for her. Adi didn’t know how everything would be different for the woman, but as she moved about the kitchen, it didn’t seem to hold her back any. If anything, she would kill to be able to just turn off the noise all around her. While the hustle and bustle of a good working kitchen was like an orchestra to her soul, it also heavily influenced her mood at times. What she wouldn’t give to be able to just focus on her craft.

Her eyes continued to watch the woman as she started to prepare her dishes. The French toast dish drew an eye roll from her, but otherwise she was impressed by what she was seeing in front of her. Would she ever admit that? Absolutely not. A muscle ticked in her jaw at Lance’s comment, verifying that he saw the potential in the woman as well. ”It’s just breakfast.”

”Most important meal of the day.” Lance cracked open another day beer as he spoke. He took a sip before cupping the ice cold can in both hands as if it were a mug of cocoa or coffee; it was his equivalent anyway. ”Plus if I remember right, you didn’t seem to have that mentality when you did this challenge. Way back when.”

Viktoriya began to stage her plates for each of her breakfast dishes. Some were presented in such a way that they wouldn’t look amiss in a fine dining establishment, others were messy but hearty, like something from a corner pub or greasy spoon. She knew exactly what styles were needed for each dish and how to make them stand out with appeal. The first taste was always with the eye after all.

”Service!” The Russian called. On cue, a swath of waiters and waitresses poured into the kitchen and began to take her plates. As they were breakfast for the guests, she watched as they were carefully wrapped like Christmas presents to be delivered to whomever was about to grace the Corsairs with their presence, Viki turned her implant back on and then proceeded to fold her arms across her chest. ”How was that Chef?”

“Shit was tight.” Lance smiled as he raised his can in the air as a salute. “Your timing is pretty snug and I love it.” He pressed the index finger and thumb of his left hand together to form an OK sign. “Few kinks to work out for sure, your theme is all over the place. I understand you were trying to cater for everyone but there was too much going on. Too busy. Beyond that? Pretty badass.” Chef Lance lifted his beer to his lips once more and polished off the near entirety of the can in less than three seconds before crushing it in his palm and throwing it into the recycle. ”Bones will call a preference sheet meeting soon, you two should get to know each other. Imma go take a shit. Peace out.” The Michelin star recipient did not hesitate any longer and swiftly made his exit.

The anxiety that she had hidden soon crept up again now that Viktoryia was face to face with the redhead. This was going to be her boss and possibly the woman she may replace if she stayed on for more than one season. That was a daunting feeling, Viki didn’t know if she now had a target on her back, with Adelaide’s sharpest kitchen knives aimed directly at her. ”It’s really nice to meet you. I’m Viktoriya.”

Adelaide didn’t bother to hold back her eye roll at Lance’s comment. She was nowhere near intimidated by him anymore; the man was more like her father instead of her boss. As she watched the woman begin to plate her dishes, her nose scrunched up in distaste. Never would she leave a plate messy, no matter who she was catering to. Fine dining was in her blood and nothing would ever be able to sway her from presenting everything as such.

As the woman finally turned back to them, Adi bit her tongue as Lance responded. Finally he downed the rest of his beer before smashing it in his hand. It barely drew a reaction out of her. This was typical Lance. So, she just stood there, arms across her chest, her eyes fully focused on the woman in front of her. She didn’t even blink when her boss left the two alone together. A brow rose once more as the woman introduced herself. Now that Lance had given his notes and left her to it, it was her time to criticize. ”You’re sloppy. Never again will you serve something in my kitchen without it passing my standards.”

Giving the woman another once over, she scoffed and dropped her arms. There was nothing else for them to do now that breakfast had been served. ”We need to polish you up. Your knife skills are fine, but they can be better. You can practice while we wait for the meeting.” She went to step away before pausing. ”Adelaide.” Nodding, she moved over to the prep station and grabbed her own set of knives from the top shelf. She pulled out her blades and started to sharpen them. ”Prove to me I can trust you in my kitchen.”

Sloppy. Sloppy?

That was never a way that she had been described before. So Adelaide was going to be one of those bosses. That was fine; Viktoriya had worked for those perfectionist types of chefs before, in fact she was one herself but the difference between her and them was that Viki could also be reactive. She knew how to cater to her diners and wasn’t regimented in her approach to the craft of cuisine or the presentation. It seemed, at least at first glance, that Adelaide was beholden to her own ideals. This was likely going to be a very long season.

”Yes, chef.” The brunette began to tidy up the remnants of her breakfast sprint that were scattered across Lance’s kitchen surfaces. ”The crew had a lot of wonderful things to say about you last night.” Vik wasn’t sure why she was even trying to entertain small talk with Adelaide for two distinct reasons. The first was that she simply sucked at it. The second was because she didn’t think it would actually amount to anything. Her new boss didn’t scream social butterfly despite her glamorous appearance.

Seriously how did she stay so put together? The girl was perfectly perfect in every perfect fucking way.

Quick to submit. Perfect. It was exactly the way Adi wanted her chefs to be. Well, to her, anyway. She was completely focused on the task of sharpening her knives when the woman spoke up again. Raising a brow, she barely missed a beat when she gave her response. ”Of course they did. I’m, how do you say…awesome?” She couldn’t help a grin of her own at her comment. Blowing out a breath, she shook her head and kept her eyes firmly on the sharpening rod so as to not damage her delicate fingers. ”I’m really not as tightass as I appear to be.” She scrunched her nose before continuing. ”Well. Not always.”

She set down her tools before turning to look at the woman. ”I run a strict kitchen because I demand perfection. I want only the best for my customers. I want them to experience what food is really meant to be like.” Adelaide shook her head and returned to her task. ”And I kind of had a rough night. So. You’re the hitting bag.” Or was it punching bag? She wasn’t quite sure what the English word was. ”Might as well get used to it, it will definitely happen often. But I promise I’m rather delightful outside of my duties.”

Viktoriya couldn’t help but wonder how much, if any of it at all, was an act? She could see that Adelaide took her role as seriously as a heart attack. One really didn’t have to know the girl very well to see that. And through the haze of the Sauvignon that she drank the night before, Vik seemed to remember the redhead grinding on somebody and dropping it like she wore apple bottom jeans whilst on the dance floor the previous evening. So really, Adi couldn’t be that bad, right?

”I understand.” She acquiesced to her senior. ”This is your kitchen. I’m here to learn and become a better chef.” Ego was a fragile thing. If the egoist is weak, her egotism is worthless. If the egoist is strong, acute and full of distinctive character, her egotism is precious and remains a possession of the race. Viktoriya didn’t need to be a philosopher or great intellect to know that Adelaide was all ego and she needed it to be stroked. Then again, most people in their industry were selfish and cared less about the guests and more about challenging their own sense of skill.

The only thing she knew for certain, was that it was going to be a long long summer.

”I’m looking forward to learning from you.”

”Good!” A genuine grin spread across Adi’s face towards the woman before she nodded her head towards their task at hand. ”Now stop talking and get to work.”

Corsair Adventures (Invite Only)

_{Timestamp: 6:30am
Location: Oceana House
Introducing: Adelaide Duboise and Koa Chen}

Light from the slowly rising sun began to illuminate the room, relieving the interior from darkness. It made everything seem brighter, as if promising hope for the day ahead. And yet it did little to ease the tightness in her chest. The ache was one she hadn't suspected and something she was entirely too unfamiliar with. Thankfully the throbbing at either temple was enough to rid her mind of any thoughts that she could possibly have of this situation. How was she going to handle this? Should she have even come back for her final year?

The sound of her phone's alarm going off caused a hiss of pain to pull from her throat. Quickly scrambling towards the side table, Adi grabbed her phone and quickly quieted the menace. She squeezed her eyes shut and let out a slow breath as a jab of nausea hit her stomach. She was really regretting that fifth glass of wine. Or was it six? Everything had started to become a bit hazy after the third one, so how was she to keep an accurate count? Normally she wouldn't have over-indulged, but last night had been a particularly stressful event for her. Surprisingly.

Coffee. She desperately needed coffee. And several hundred aspirin.

Pulling herself out of the small twin sized bed, she took just a moment to straighten out the covers. It wasn't like she got much sleep last night anyway. She let out a breath before straightening. It took her only a mere ten seconds to determine that she was definitely skipping out on pilates this morning. No use making herself even more dehydrated. Though, she definitely could use some yoga. The slight endorphins from the exercise would help to ease her worries some.

Adelaide looked towards the door and realized her roommate was more than likely not going to show up any time soon. If he had been gone all night, then he was more than likely in some other woman's bed. Hell, him and that new girl had been all over each other last night. She rolled her eyes and huffed out a breath before moving to the center of the room. Centering herself, she closed her eyes and started to focus as she eased into a few different poses.

It didn't take long for the throbbing in her head to finally quiet down some. Letting out a breath of relief, Adi moved to her closet and grabbed her outfit, along with her shower supplies, and headed to the bathroom. Hopefully she could flush out the remaining alcohol from her system with a nice hot shower.

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_{Timestamp: 8:15am}

What in the hell was that noise? Groaning, his eyes slowly fluttered open. The beige ceiling above him slowly came into view and it confused him for a moment. Where was he? Where was the poster of Margot Robbie above his- Oh. His eyes widened before Koa quickly sprang up to a sitting position in bed. He wasn't home. Today was his first day at his new job. What time was it? Looking at the table near his bed, he swore under his breath when he realized his phone wasn't where it should have been. It finally clicked what that sound was. His alarm. But- where was it coming from?

Scrambling his hands through the sheets, he searched for the singing device before realizing it wasn't there. He raised a brow and leaned over the side of the bed before looking underneath it. There. Sitting just askew to the center of the bed laid his lifeline. Huffing out a breath, he reached for it, clasping his fingers around it. He quickly shut off the alarm once in hand before laying back down onto the twin bed.

Everything was going to be great. Not only was he going to be working under the legendary Grayson Kaplan, but he had also managed to become his roommate. How lucky was he? With a grin, he looked over at the other twin bed in the room and found it empty. His brows creased in question before remembering he hadn't checked the time. Looking down at his phone, he swore and shot up out of the bed. He only had thirty minutes before he had to get to the meeting area. There was no way in hell he was going to squander this opportunity.

The man hurried over to his closet and grabbed the required uniform before darting to the bathroom. First impressions were incredibly important when it came to finally meeting the captain. Besides, Koa had been one of the only people that didn't drink last night. Sure, he wasn't quite of age yet, but that gave him the chance to really have a clear head with all the events of today. He wondered how many people were waking up with hangovers today.

With a quick chuckle and a shake of his head, he hurried off to get ready.

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_{Timestamp: 9:10am}

Yoga this morning had absolutely been a lifesaver. Well, that and the water and aspirin she had found once heading down to the common areas. The shower had helped release the smell of alcohol and poor decisions from her pores and she felt like a new woman. She couldn't start this tour off with the mindset she had awoken with. The decisions that others made shouldn't affect her. She wouldn't let them affect her. This was her last year in the program and she was going to go out with a bang. Life was too short to be living through old memories.

At least they had quite the show this morning during the meeting. And, captain was looking just as delectable as ever. Running a hand through her red hair, she looked around the group and noticed a few new faces. Adi hadn't paid particularly close attention to anyone she didn't know directly last night. Well. Except for her. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she recognized the woman from last night. Shaking her head, she pushed herself up and decided to just put the whole night behind her. She was better than these silly emotions. She was French damnit. She was a classy lady.

With another shake of her head, she found herself making her way back to her room. The first guest of the tour would arrive soon, and she needed to make sure everything was in order. She was the head chef, after all. Adi needed to change into her chef whites and check on the prep work in the kitchen. At least that would help keep her mind off of everything.

He was downright traumatized. The whole thing with that Jonas kid was terrifying. Could they really be kicked out that easily? One mistake and everything gone? Koa cleared his throat and glanced around at everyone. Not many people seemed phased by the captain's orders, so he knew this was all really happening. This was actually reality. Raking a hand along the back of his head, his other hand pulled at the green uniform shirt he was wearing. Was he truly up for this?

He had to be. This was his chance to learn from the best. He wasn't going to squander it. With a nod of his head, he followed the rest of the crew back into the living area. It looked as though nobody was really in a hurry to do much, even though the captain had said they were expecting guests soon. What would he even do if he was face to face with a guest? He worked on cars, not with people. Blowing out a breath, he looked around for the one person he knew he could ask. Grayson.

Where was the guy? Hadn't he come back into the house with the others? Would it look weird if he was trying to single the guy out? No. Everyone had said last night that Gray was practically the mentor for all the new people. He was the one to go to. But where the hell was he? Sighing, he shook his head and went off in search of the guy.

Corsair Adventures (Invite Only)

Adelaide Duboise

Adelaide Juliette Duboise

FC: Julia Hatch



^{Color: Light Coral}

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AKA: Adi, Ades

Age: 24 (April 22 2000)

Position: Head Chef, Culinary Guide

Nationality: French

Home: Toulouse, France

Education: Grand Diplôme de Cuisine and de Pâtisserie, Le Cordon Bleu

Returning Crew Member: Yay, final year.

Experience: Adelaide grew up in the restaurant business, having been a line cook for her parent's restaurant before she even left elementary school. After graduating high school early at the age of fifteen, Adi excelled through culinary school at Le Cordon Bleu, ending up at the top of her class. She was soon offered a Sous Chef position at the exclusive four Michelin star restaurant, La Table du 11. Under the watchful eye of the head chef, the young woman soon proved herself worthy of running her own kitchen. However, at just eighteen years old, she wanted something more. She wanted adventure. Hearing about an open head chef position aboard a cruise ship, she jumped at the opportunity and has never looked back.

Personal Statement: "Oh, you want to know more about me? Absolutely! The art of cuisine has been in my blood since, uh- how do you say- concep-conkep-. Birth. All I've ever wanted was to make people happy through my food. Yes, France is amazing and is my home, but- how often does one get the chance to introduce this type of cuisine to hundreds of different people every single day? I want my food to be able to reach as many people as possible. Food is love, food is healing. La nourriture c'est la vie. Besides, being able to be at sea all the time? Sign me up!"

Extra:

• Font - A little sunshine
• Has zero tattoos or piercings.
• Adi can be known to have quite the dramatic flair at times.
• Definitely a perfectionist and a neat freak.
• A natural redhead, she absolutely has the attitude to match. Her hands start flying about and she begins to speak in very rapid French when angry.
• Still has her French accent and sometimes jumbles words. English is hard, man.

Koa Chen

Koa Chen

FC: Christopher Bahng



^{Color: Tan}

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AKA: Ke

Age: 20 (Born September 19 2004)

Position: General Guide

Nationality: Korean

Home: Busan, South Korea and Edina, Minnesota.

Education: AAS in Automotive Technology, Dunwoody College of Technology

Returning Crew Member: Nay

Experience: Found a love of everything having to do with cars early on in high school. Once he graduated, Koa started working at a local auto shop as a technician as well as attending college courses at night to further his studies. While he doesn't necessarily have extensive experience in customer service, he's a rising star in the automotive world when it comes to drag racing. Also, having been born and raised in Busan, known as the summer capital of Korea, he was able to help his uncle at a local marina. Koa was able to learn the basic mechanics and servicing of yachts and other boats.

Personal Statement: "Uh, hi. I'm Koa. I know I'm a bit green when it comes to the tourism and customer service industry, but I'm great with my hands. And I heard the Grayson Kaplan is a guide here. I would give anything to learn a thing or two from him. But, yeah. I grew up in a very touristy city right on the beach, so I'm very familiar with the water. And the ships. I promise you, give me a chance and you won't regret it. I swear."

Extra:

• Font - Morsal
• Has a Chinese dragon tattooed across his shoulder blades, the tail wrapping around his right upper bicep. Both ears have a single lobe piercing.
• An absolute whiz when it comes to naming the different makes and models of cars. Basically a human encyclopedia on the subject.
• Koa is a complete goofball. He loves to have fun and is rarely seen without a giant smile on his face.
• Very adaptable and a seriously quick learner. Most would say he has a photographic memory.

Bear's Narrative Nook (MxF and FxF Romance 1x1s)

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AZUL Islands - Drama, Romance, Mystery, Slice of Life

_{Interactions with @Pilatus and @Fading Memory}

As she made her way towards the edge of her property, she could make out the figures of two people walking towards her. While she immediately recognized Chris, Izzy didn't know who the woman was. Or did she? She seemed vaguely familiar, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Could have been a former guest. Tucking her hair behind her ears, she decided to put the thought past her and just continue on for her letter. It was obvious the man held it for her in his hand.

The trio soon approached each other and she quicky relieved the man on the envelope. She held it with both hands and glanced down at it before returning her attention to the couple in front of her. "I appreciate it, Chris. You're amazing, as always." With a bright grin, her eyes darted over to the woman as she was introduced. Iris? Nope, definitely didn't ring a bell with her. Didn't matter. Apparently, she was on good terms with Chris so that was good enough for her.

"Nice to meet you, Iris. I'm Izabel." She blinked at the man's next statement. A house? So, was this woman looking to be a new permanent resident of the island then? Not a lot of people actually moved to the island. Interesting. Maybe she would have Eloy look into it. He had more connections around the island, anyway. Looking back at Chris, she shrugged her shoulders and let out a breath at his question.

"Yeah, everything's good here. Just having Eloy do a few touch ups around the place while the season is starting to settle down." Iz would ask him the same, but it seemed as if he were keeping himself busy just fine. She held up the letter and grinned once more. "Thanks again, for this. I'll get out of your hair and let you get back to what you were doing." Looking back at Iris, she nodded her head. "Welcome to the island. It'll be nice to have a new face around here. If you need anything, I'm just up the road at Whispering Waves. I've been known to make a mean smoothie."

AZUL Islands - Drama, Romance, Mystery, Slice of Life

_{Interactions with @Days and @PrinceAlexus and @Pilatus}

She couldn't help but to just blink in response to the woman. Katra- Her smile faltered a bit as she tried to repeat the name in her head but was thankful when the stranger gave her a shortened version. Izabel side-eyed Eloy when Kat explained that she didn't need a room, wondering why she had stumbled into the Whispering Pines anyway. Clasping her hands in front of her lap, she returned her full attention back to her and gave a short nod of her head at the mention of a meal. "Oh. I-"

At the interruption from her best friend, she glanced over at him once more and tried to bite back the flush that threatened to warm her core from that wink of his. She couldn't help a small grin and shook her head before looking back to Kat. "He's entirely biased, but I'll be happy to make you one." Noticing Eloy head out with his brushes, she raised a brow before moving over to the left of the woman towards the bay window overlooking the ocean.

It didn't take her long to gather the items necessary for the beverage. Izabel listened to Kat speak about some sort of ship and diamonds and tried to bite back a groan. For longer than she could remember there had been treasure hunters searching all corners of the isles. While it did bring in some good tourism, it also overcrowded the beaches and brought some shady characters to the land. If this woman was any associated with that, she didn't want any part of it. Thankfully she admitted that she was only here to clean up the wreckage.

As she started to blend the ingredients together, she furrowed her brows as she tried to think why growing up on a farm would have anything to do with her foot being hurt. Maybe the woman was just used to getting injured? She looked out the window and noticed Eloy looking towards the ocean and tilted her head. Maybe he was thinking of dipping out early to catch a wave or two. Not like she blamed him.

Soon she was pouring the smoothie into a reusable cup when the man of the hour walked back in. She caught the look from the tourist and raised a brow, catching the immediate attraction to cross the woman's features. A pang tugged at her gut which she immediately recognized but refused to name. Clearing her throat, she turned to her best friend as he proposed a question. Her brow raised now in question. Did they have plans for later that she had forgotten about? That was quite like her, so it made sense. Iz was so busy with the inn these days that anything else was quick to slip from her mind.

"Oh, uh-" Her next thought was pulled from her by the sound of a loud engine. Looking back towards the window, she noticed her next-door neighbor's water plane making its landing. Being as how he was one of the only people to check the postage, she needed to see if her package had finally arrived. But first she needed to finish with her guest. Izabel nodded and walked over to the woman before handing her the cup. "Here you are, on the house as a welcome treat. You can stay for as long as you want to rest your foot, I have to check on something for one moment. There are maps of the island with the best routes to everywhere you need to get to right here." Grabbing a pamphlet from the back wall, she handed it to Kat.

Izabel looked at her friend and gave him a quick nod of her head. "Give me thirty minutes to get ready and I'll meet you at the usual spot, I have to go see if Chris has anything for me." She looked back at the tourist and waved her hand. "Was a pleasure to meet you, please stop by again any time." Hurrying past Eloy, she put a hand on his bicep before moving out the door and down the stairs towards Chris's property.

Hogwarts Faculty Role Play Anyone?

I call either Charms or Transfiguration.

Hogwarts Faculty Role Play Anyone?

Interested!

The Cursèd West

I'll throw my hat in.