Fishing - [Risa; the Scotts]

[allmhadadh]

Fishing on the sea shore was virtually impossible for any number of reasons; the biggest being, of course, that they had several seriously pissed off dockhands who would probably have an eye out for them.  But another reason was that it was too busy and bustling for any such thing, and therefore any attempt at fishing would have to be made

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Scotty didn't often indulge in scenery, but it was difficult not to when one was on a planet as beautiful as Risa. As he hiked toward the water with the younger Scott, he found himself surprisingly at ease. The weight of the bait bucket in hand and the familiar shape of the pole propped against his shoulder were comfortingly nostalgic. He regarded the other Scott as they came up to the wide cove--no, he corrected himself--it was technically a lake. He wasn't sure what to say, and found that he couldn't really think of anything that properly fit the mood. Instead, he surveyed the water.

"Where dya' think we should drop down, lad?"

[allmhadadh]

He'd only been fishing a few times, but they were enough for him to loosely think of it as a hobby. He didn't mind the quiet as they walked; it was a far more comfortable silence than it had been at any point prior, the kind that has its own language.

It was technically a lake; a very pretty one, too. Deep blues, not quite like the sea. He quirked a bit of a smile and stepped close to the edge of the water, looking up and down the shoreline. "Somewhere in th' shade?" He tended to tan, but it was pretty clear that the other Scott was more apt to burn; he thought about some ribbing over it, but wasn't quite ready to yet.

There were a good number of large rocks along the way, and he pointed to one with a fairly large, flat surface, mostly in shadows and some mildly filtered sunlight. "That work?"

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Scotty craned his neck and spotted the outcropping of rocks. Half in the shade, half dappled lighting, it would definitely be more forgiving than full twin-sunlight. He'd probably gotten enough exposure for a long while and he'd only been on Risa a full day or so.

"Aye, that'll do," Scotty replied with a nod. The two picked their way across the rocky shore until they managed to perch on the most convenient shaded spot. With a grin, Scotty dug into the bait--some native insect that looked like a green and fuscia earthworm with twelve eyes--and cast out into the lake.

"Relaxation," he commented with a long happy breath. "Now this is a holiday."

[allmhadadh]

He completely eyed the bait with one of those 'what the fuck...?' expressions. Not much off-Earth time, nope. Frowning a bit, puzzled, he pulled one of those twelve-eyed earthworm... things out of the bucket and held it up to eye level. "'At's... somethin' else." And after a moderate period of study, he put it back in the bucket and went to putting a lure on his own fishing pole. "That PADD have any way t' pull up native species an' see if they're keepable an' edible?"

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"Aye," Scotty confirmed and propped his fishing rod against his leg as he withdrew the PADD from his pocket. The glass screen took a few spare seconds to start and attach itself to the planet's grid, but shortly he had it up and a list displayed across its surface. He passed it to the young Scott, a smile on his face.

"I think it's got captures, if ye' tap it," he said and lifted his pole again. "I'd reckon most a' them are edible, tho'." He indicated the fairly healthy number of fishermen scattered about the perimeter of the lake, most of whom appeared to be human.

[allmhadadh]

He took the PADD, tabbing through the screens before even remembering he hadn't cast a line yet; he set it aside long enough to do that, then went back to looking at the list. He did use the damn thing on occasion, especially as a map and tour guide of sorts. "I'm bettin' I could probably cook some o' these. Shoulda brought the bread an' lemon from th' hostel; I woulda made us fish sandwiches fer lunch." Likely over a fire.

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"Aye, tha'd been nice," Scotty commented idly as he stared out over the glossy water. It didn't seem like he was going to catch much, but that wasn't really the point of fishing. Well...not really.

"Anythin I should mind, in case I have tae' throw it back?"

[allmhadadh]

"Uhm... these." He couldn't pronounce the name, so he showed the PADD. "They've apparently developed a taste fer Terran flesh."

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Scotty's eyebrows made it halfway to his hairline before he managed an: "Oh, I see."

He glanced at the picture, memorizing the color and shape of the fish before turning back to the lake with a sagely nod. "I dunnae want none of tha'."

[allmhadadh]

"Nae, sir." Neither did he. Not in the least. He set the PADD aside, then watched his fishing pole for a moment as it made absolutely no move whatsoever. And then he put a foot on the handle, and picked up his papers. Fishing... a handy excuse to work on stuff someplace quiet.