Gone Fishin'

Parish LOVES going fishing! It is a pastime... but above all it is a sport! One thing doesnt have to be one or the other! and this is the case for fishing and Parish. He is able to disconect from the world, from the 15ths of september, and even from his love for cooking... Fishing is... his reset zone... and the thing he enjoys the most after cooking. Would this 15th of september be the day when he finally catches the big pray of the lake? However, despite fishing is a sport for him, he does not kill his preys. He likes to return them back to the lake, so they can grow bigger and catch them another day! Also this lake is special and there are... special creatures in it!

Many days Parish goes fishing alone, but today it seems that other guests of the B&B are joining! That is... wonderful!
Parish wears today his special fishing hat, and his shorts. Ah! and a beautiful blue-shirt full of strawberries. He takes a lot of care of his equipment! His beautiful and flexible pole.... the fine thread... and the items he temps the lake's creatures with! He has a box full of different items: gold coins, mirrors, a spoon,... And of course, his fishing chair.

He waves a happy Hi! to Gertrude when he sees her approaching.

Sal rifles through his makeshift fishing kit, its exterior adorned with stickers from one of his favorite bands, Wormstönk. The fishing rods are old and beat-up and the lures are less lustrous than they might be, but he considers fishing to be a pastime and not a sport, so it's all good with him.

"Here, Gert. I've got an extra rod you can use," he says to Gertrude. "No stress, though. We're just here to chill and vibe out."

"Ey Sal! Welcome broooo" says Parish to Sal trying to be cool and crossing his arms as a rap singer might do..."I can borrow you a lure, come and choose if you want" he says to Gertrude offering his box full of lure treasures: gold coins, mirrors, a tiny silver spoon, a little yellow duck...

"Allow me, Lady Sheridan," Sal says, moving to assist the elderly vampire. He finds a nice shady spot for her and stakes the umbrella down into the soft dirt so the wind won’t blow it away. "There you are! All spick and span!"

He returns to the water’s edge as he starts to spool the fishing line through his rod. "This is going to be fun. Fishing’s, like, super easy. I know that I’m gonna catch the biggest fish in the pool!"

Parish smiles to Sherry despite her words to him. He knows how she is... and she is fond of her "Ma'am... may I say that you look fabulous under this light?"

"Oh no my dear Sal... Easy you say? Fishing is an art! You must relax and become one with your pole and your lure... move if just a little... then slightly more.... and then... just follow the beat of your heart and your deepest instincts The creatures that inhabit this old watering hole are intelligent creatures, and they are going to bite your lure so easily... Look at me... You see... this soft movement of my wrist... tap tap there you go... once more... tap tap.... you see... the water is moving softly.... I imitate the steps of a fly... can you imagine a fly walking? oh... Hmmm Know I am hungry... I could eat that fly myself... I have to think about dinner...." Parish keeps muttering about flies and food... and moving his rod with care, whithout taking attention if Sal is listening to him or not... he is too concentrated in fishing right now

Sal shrugs at Parish's instructions. "That seems like a lot of work. How about I just toss the line in and see what happens? Yeet!" With a flick of his wrist, Sal casts his reel, sending the hook and sinker into the watering hole with a *PLOP.* He then kicks back, pops open a soda can, and sips as he waits.After a while, the line goes taut as the hook snags something. "Alright, I got one! Come to Sal!" He reels in his catch, pulling forth a golden statue of a fish. "Huh? That's weird. Looks cool, though. Think I'll keep it!" He tosses the statue into the cooler with a grin.

Parish smiles smiles at Sal's catch
"Oh my! Look at you! You really have a talent for this! Isnt it a great feeling to get something? But... you really want to keep it? If so, next day, there will be one thing to fish less....

Oh! Look! I got something too!
Now with precision I need to bring it to the surface... Slowwwwwly.... slowwwwwly"


12- A Massive Chthonic Catfish (4 points)

"Uoooo That is... massive! Look at that! The great Salomon I will call you! But... I will free you... allow me... allow me... noooo dont bite me big fish! I want to catch you again!"

The fish is bigger than Parish and it is quite a comical and dangerous show to see him freeing the big creature, and he almost fells to the water... but he manages.

Sal chuckles and shakes his head. "Nah, don't worry, Gert. He's a frog. He swims. He'll be fine. Kick back, relax. You'll give yourself hives."

He follows his own advice, munching on some pretzels as he watches Parish flail and flop in the pool.

While the others are fishing, Sherry fusses with her equipment. And then fusses with it some more. Then stops, sets up a little camp stool she brought, and sits down with a huff. She tries to be aloof, but that turns out to be boring.

"When I was in my prime, I could call animals to do my bidding. LIke, like," she looks around. "There!" she says, pointing to a large bird in a tree. "I could just call down a bird liek that. Except, a fishing bird. A Kingfisher or an osprey. They'd just bring me fish. Alas..." Sherry stares off into the distance and sighs.