Jarrod Lakemore awakes to a rather stirring sight--several strange looking creatures with purple skin and four eyes are looking at him. He blinks several times, trying to awaken from what must be a dream before he hears a strange sounding voice coming from one of them "Lakemore.... teach us about this Hok'ii." As he takes in his surroundings, he notices he is in what appears to be an empty ice rink, and the purple skinned aliens gathered around him have also assembled an assortment of skates and sticks. He lets out a soft sigh as he resigns himself to the fact that he must be suffering from some sort of weird hallucination, and from his younger days he knows it's best to simply go along with it. "Well, my purple pals, the first thing you need to do is learn how to skate. So why don't you all lace up and head on out to the ice and show me what you can do?" The aliens look around at each other, murmuring in cautious excitement, seeming to have expected much more resistance. Eagerly, they begin to find skates and put their misshapen feet in them. With a nod of encouragement from Lakemore, they make their way out onto the ice. Awkward on skates, they struggle to maintain balance and seem reluctant to venture too far out on the ice, huddled together near the rink entrance. One of them finally fails to keep their balance, falling clumsily onto the ice and creating a domino effect as the rest of the aliens also fall down onto the ice. They begin to argue with each other as Lakemore puts his palm to his forehead in disbelief. "Utterly hopeless..." he mutters to himself, as he turns to leave the rink. Some lifeforms are simply not meant to play on the ice.