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I would like to be in charge of making and giving out a fresh, fragrant flower lei to everyone each day. If that job is already taken, I would like to make the daily fruit salad.
I'll be the ace pilot who makes a peaceful living flying passengers and goods between Johnson and the mainland, until a mysterious visitor forces her to confront her shady past.
Unless that post is already taken. Then I'll be the wacky bartender with a heart of gold.
Also, I question jonmc's qualifications. He can go ooga booga all he wants, but I don't trust a medicine man who doesn't partake in his own wares. Though I'd trust him to run a still. But we won't need one, we can just wring out his liver.
It's right here. And we could get a desalination plant up and running in no time. Besides, there's a golf course!!!1
I will be the drunken lout who doesn't pull his own weight but redeems himself in the middle of a storm by rescuing the attractive woman who went out in a boat to watch the whales.
I'd like to conduct rituals: rites of passage, celebratory feasts, marriages, funerals, vision quests, personal growth milestones, celestial events, you name it.
In between rituals, I'd like to lie in a vine-twined hammock with my ocean-eyed island love, feeding one another thin slices of wild ginger.
I'll also look into starting up a nice cargo cult.
I'd like to be Jeff Probst-ish and show up to explain elaborate games residents must play in exchange for Mountain Dew and stuff? No voting off. Just torture and reward.
Anyone else notice that the high points of the island are 44 and 14 (!) FEET? That island's going to be a couple of small bumps in the ocean when Greenland finishes melting.
I'll be the one selling pfd's, scuba gear and inflatable rafts.
I'll be the eccentric postmistress who dispenses ambiguous but brilliant gratuitous personal advice along with your subscription to ISLAND NYMPH.
Unless that post is already taken. Then I'll be the seashell mosaic artist who lives in a shack on the beach with her trusty, cute-as-the-dickens dog, zippy, and invites everyone in for tea and mangoes.
In that case, Feisty, I'd like to complain about jonmc. His medicine hut's thatch roof clearly does not match the thatch roof on his living hut. Also, he's been hanging the skins of his victims from the trees in front, in full view. It's an eye sore.
Feisty, I'm filing a formal complaint against "The Professor" aka "Cabana Boy"; not only is he running paid tutoring sessions at his house, in clear violation of zoning laws, but also those "tutoring sessions" are more like "Lessons in Luuuuv"...
...and I'm never invited! *stomps foot, leaves in a huff*