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Day 1:
It was 8am on a Sunday morning. Spring had just settled in. After her plane ride to get to the island, Deja Dean didn't have enough simoleons for a cab, so she walked all the way from the landing pad the locals called an airport (that was really just hard-packed sand and a small hut with a ground-to-sky traffic radio) to her new home. Her new home that cost the entirety of her meager life-savings.
It was a misty morning, and eerily quiet in the woods she was walking through - kind of half-jungle, half-forest of trees and bushes, with some palm trees reaching up over the lower canopy. The only sounds were her feet crunching in the sand as she walked, and the constant "shwushing" sound of the waves rushing in and retreating from the beaches that were pretty much all around her, being on an island. When she finally emerged from the jungle-like woods, she saw the ocean and her little strip of beach.
Her new home.
She went to the center of the beach and looked around. Straight ahead was an inlet and on the other side was more jungle, palm trees and a docked sail boat. She imagined there was a small hut or house somewhere in those woods. On her left the jungle sloped down directly to the ocean, and on her right was the path that led her down here. There was a small rusty mailbox sticking up out of the sand that marked this as her home plot.
She was all alone; she knew no one on this island, and she had not one single simoleon to her name, but she had this gorgeous view to look at while she figured out what to do about it.
Wanting to get started making simoleons right away, she walked her beach looking for shells and collectibles to sell. She began sifting through the sand.
She found a foul dead fish, which she figured she could use for bait, an upgrade part, and a crab that quickly tried to scuttle away. She was just about to grab it when a seagull snatched it up and flew away. As it was her best prospect for dinner she flew into a rage. She let out a primal screech and kicked the sand in frustration. She tried to calm herself down when she noticed something glinting in the sun at her feet. Her anger forgotten, she bent down and brushed away the sand. The glint came from an aquamarine stone on a silver chain. She picked it up and polished the stone with her shirt. The darker blue inside the stone seemed to move like water. It was beautiful.
She put it in her pocket and looked up to see a woman coming down her path carrying a large bowl. Her skin was deeply tanned and she was wearing a bathing-suit top with a sleeveless hoodie over it and shorty-shorts. Her glorious mane of hair was up in a bun on the top of her head. Obviously a local.
She didn't look thrilled but she was there so Deja rushed over to welcome her. Her name was Oliana Ngata, and she congratulated Deja on moving in. Soon Oliana was joined by a tall person named Alika Kahananui and a slender blonde woman named Leila Illes.
The bowl, according to Oliana, held Kava, a local drink, and offered a cup to Deja and the others. Deja tasted it. It was woodsy but lightly sweet, and she thought it tasted wonderful. Deja did her best to be a good host, but it was embarrassing to have nothing but a suitcase with her clothes in it to offer for a seat.
While talking with her new friends, the mist dissipated and the sun came out, and her breath caught in her throat. Her beach was glorious. It was the most gorgeous place she had ever seen in her life!
After a while she felt close enough to her new neighbors to ask them about the stone she found. Oliana said it looked kind of like a "heart of Sulani" stone, but it was unlikely as they were very rare. Deja quickly stuffed it back into her pocket as they changed the subject to local fishing spots.
Finally the welcome wagon left her beach. She went digging through the sand again to find more items of value. She found some seashells that cleaned up nicely in the salt water. She walked back into town and found a couple of tourists that surprisingly gave her 220 simoleons for them. She bought a trash can to clean up the mess left by the welcome wagon and enough building materials to start on a hut of her very own. She felt hungry and still had 25 simoleons left, so she headed for an adorable little bar with outdoor seating and tikki torches called "the Sand Bar."
She grabbed some chips she was delighted to find were free, and chatted with the cute bartender Paka'a Uha. Paka'a was unaffected by Deja's harmless flirting, however, so she finished her chips and headed back to her home lot.
She wished she had used the restrooms at the bar, though, because she hadn't even thought of installing plumbing yet. She went to the furthest corner of her lot and used an inviting bush to relieve herself.
All in all, it was a GREAT first day on her own.
She got started erecting her hut, hoping to do some fishing before dark.
