An Earthmoon-sized water planet, covered with freshwater. Civilization is a sprawling pontoon city, an industrial mecha-Mecca where people talk robots and cybernetics just as easily as agriculture. Food is fish and kelp, of course, and whatever the denizens can import from other planets, while industry is tourism. Enormous yachts and cruise ships cleave the oceans day in, and day out.

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Istan Aiga
Seran Deru
Niven Ai

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Felina actually appears in the middle of the crowd, along with a "yeah, I just stepped out from somewhere" psychic suggestion. Hm. Bustling place. Techy...probably uses a credit system. An appropriate card and information slowly weave together in her pocket and computer systems as she carefully works her way through their information methods...with half her attention. Having done this on and off for millenia has its perks.

Now. Where does one go to book a cruise? She wanders along in her regionally-adjusted dull beige attire, leaning heavily on her cane--some natural but unusual energy fluctuations are being hard on her unnatural injuries, likely the same reason Mara's having an unusual amount of trouble today--in the direction she suspects is correct.

Not too far along the dock where Felina appears, a tallish building ringed in bright red and white drapings and ribbons stands with the sign "Homnura Travel Agency" blinking brightly in front. A statuesque -literally- young woman stands outside, throwing flower petals and waving her mint green antennae in the air.

And, of course, this is just where the serinian heads. Smiles at the young lady as she heads inside, and heads over towards what appears to be an agent. "Good afternoon, Sir."

The agent, busily sorting through cards, waves some antennae at her as well. "Good afternoon! What can we do for you?" He puts the cards away. Yeah. Bored.

Felina smiles. "Well, my daughter has an important birthday coming soon, and I would like to book a cruise for both her and my niece."

"Then you've come to the place!" He smiles. "We've got several packages for cruises. Spa trips, round the world trips, day trips..."

"Length is a big up for bids...haven't considered it much yet. Nothing shorter than a week, I think. They're both young, energetic ladies who both adore music, dancing, and nightlife, and enjoy hooking up now and again." Felina smiles, trying to keep to the "nice old mother" type persona that comes a bit more naturally than it used to...but mostly to keep that freaky-ass depth that scares Anna to a minimum.

"Well... we have a lovely rainforest-simulation ship. How would that sound for your friends?" The agent hands her a brochure, full of colorful pictures of bright flowers and trees, along with the usual spas and such.

"Mmm." Felina takes it, glancing it over. "It's very pretty. I may need to remember it for my husband and I. For the kids, do you have anything more...edgy?" What's that word... "Punkish?"

"We have a raver ship," the agent nods, eyes narrowing a little distastefully. "But it's pretty rough there. Drugs, sex, and fist fights."

Felina considers this thoughtfully. "Well...they could handle themselves, I'm rather sure. But they need a break with little chance of conflict. Any cruises with exceptional musical entertainment coming up? They love music in general."

"All of the cruisese available have house bands, and of course satellite radio." The agent hands her another brochure, this one detailing room amenities. "You won't find a better line than ours, since, you know, there aren't any."

Felina reads through it...smiles a bit. "This one looks nice. All right. If you have them, a high-end, two-bedroom suite would be lovely."

"Of course. To whom am I making out the tickets?" The agent's antennae waggle. A sale, and a good one! It's a good day.

"Ting Deyono, and Anna Mun-so." Just standing around like this, Felina really does have an admittedly layered matronly quality these days.

Clicking of keys, followed by the scratching of a printer, yields four receipts; one for felina, one for anna and ting each, and one for the agency. These are handed to Felina. "The fee comes to one-thousand i-marks. Meals are included, as is laundry service. Certain services cost extra, as indicated on the brochure in the 'not for children' section."

Felina grins inwardly. Not that Ting needs any help in the area. Anna doesn't, either, when she can shove past that shyness of her. "All right. I'll let them make their own decisions on the matter latter. Any expenses that they choose to incur can be charged to me, though I will of course check the statements." She smiles, and holds out a plastic card. It's perfectly legitimate...the supporting account is counterfeit, in a way, though undetectably so. She'll repay the miniscule injury to the economy with real value later today so that no one will be hurt by it.

The agent happily scans the card, waits for the green light, and hands Felina a receipt to sign. "Your familiy should enjoy this cruise. I've been on all of them, and the crystal setting is the best."

Felina beams, signs, and slides it back. In classical Chinese, of course, it's been her primary written language since not long after meeting Moorn, when spell study had necessarily gotten more intensive. "I do hope so! They both need vacations in the worst way." Hopefully this will take their minds away from their worries awhile, or, if not, at least relax them enough to qualify and sort them out if they prefer.

"Right. This first cruise departs tomorrow at noon, and the next one will be a week from then." The agent files things, hands Felina the last receipt, and closes his drawer. "Pleasure serving you! The cruise lasts six days, by the by, so make sure your family packs well."

"I'll do that. Thank you for your help." She smiles, and turns to leave. Yeah. They should like this.