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meadowlarklogs2018-09-11 08:19 pm
warfares) wrote in meadowlarklogs2018-09-11 08:19 pm
Monthly Catch-all
WHO: Kylo Ren and you!
WHERE: New Amsterdam
WHEN: July 1st – July 10th
WHAT: Taking advantage of his newfound freedom, Kylo Ren decides to poke at some tentacle monsters and drink hot chocolate. More or less in that order.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Disturbing content, primarily: blood, gore, tentacles and the amputation thereof. Violence may come up, depending. Will add warnings as needed.
( 0 0 1 ) » SAFE-HOUSE
[ It's late – or perhaps it's early, when Kylo Ren slips from his cot and pulls on first his borrowed clothing and then his boots.
He heads directly for the hatch.
Climbing the ladder takes far longer than he'd like; before New Amsterdam, bruised ribs would be a fleeting inconvenience. Fuel to drive him forward, if necessary; easily healed, if not. He had followed Clarke's instructions as best he could but shied from doing more than that.
Above, there's a pack stashed and waiting. He collects it quickly, checking its over its contents and before pulling it onto his shoulder. He has a rough idea of where he's headed. With any luck he won't be gone for a few hours. Hardly long enough to miss. ]
( 0 0 2 ) » SAMPLE GATHERING ( cw: eventual blood, gore )
[ He finds what he's looking for several blocks away: two crab carcasses – the smallest little more than a bloodied pulp, scattered across an alleyway. Even the most desperate scavengers seem to have given them a wide berth.
Good.
He sets down his pack and pulls on a pair of surgical gloves. There's a more than good chance that he'd waited too long, that there's no venom left to risk, but he's not taking any chances. Even without the venom there'll be something to salvage, to use, to trade. And while buying goodwill is still a largely foreign concept he is willing to learn, if necessary. To play along for the moment as long as it gets him answers. ]
( 0 0 3 ) » SKY PARK
[ Later that week, the city begins its mourning in earnest.
Ren slips through the crowds like a scalefish, hood raised and eyes keen. He buys a hot chocolate from one of the many street vendors – lured in by the promise of something not containing insects for a change – and sips at it intermittently as he wanders.
Eventually, he finds himself in one of the city's sky parks: a lush, green place that is untouched by the grief of the city below. He thinks, absurdly, of Chandrila. The home he'd given up alongside his name. He remembers being lead through a park much like this, years ago, his small fingers tucked into his father's calloused palm. He shakes his head, as if to dislodge the memory, then murmurs – perhaps to himself, perhaps to anyone nearby: ] I don't recognize half of these plants.
( 0 0 4 ) » WILDCARD
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WHERE: New Amsterdam
WHEN: July 1st – July 10th
WHAT: Taking advantage of his newfound freedom, Kylo Ren decides to poke at some tentacle monsters and drink hot chocolate. More or less in that order.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Disturbing content, primarily: blood, gore, tentacles and the amputation thereof. Violence may come up, depending. Will add warnings as needed.
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( 0 0 1 ) » SAFE-HOUSE
[ It's late – or perhaps it's early, when Kylo Ren slips from his cot and pulls on first his borrowed clothing and then his boots.
He heads directly for the hatch.
Climbing the ladder takes far longer than he'd like; before New Amsterdam, bruised ribs would be a fleeting inconvenience. Fuel to drive him forward, if necessary; easily healed, if not. He had followed Clarke's instructions as best he could but shied from doing more than that.
Above, there's a pack stashed and waiting. He collects it quickly, checking its over its contents and before pulling it onto his shoulder. He has a rough idea of where he's headed. With any luck he won't be gone for a few hours. Hardly long enough to miss. ]
( 0 0 2 ) » SAMPLE GATHERING ( cw: eventual blood, gore )
[ He finds what he's looking for several blocks away: two crab carcasses – the smallest little more than a bloodied pulp, scattered across an alleyway. Even the most desperate scavengers seem to have given them a wide berth.
Good.
He sets down his pack and pulls on a pair of surgical gloves. There's a more than good chance that he'd waited too long, that there's no venom left to risk, but he's not taking any chances. Even without the venom there'll be something to salvage, to use, to trade. And while buying goodwill is still a largely foreign concept he is willing to learn, if necessary. To play along for the moment as long as it gets him answers. ]
( 0 0 3 ) » SKY PARK
[ Later that week, the city begins its mourning in earnest.
Ren slips through the crowds like a scalefish, hood raised and eyes keen. He buys a hot chocolate from one of the many street vendors – lured in by the promise of something not containing insects for a change – and sips at it intermittently as he wanders.
Eventually, he finds himself in one of the city's sky parks: a lush, green place that is untouched by the grief of the city below. He thinks, absurdly, of Chandrila. The home he'd given up alongside his name. He remembers being lead through a park much like this, years ago, his small fingers tucked into his father's calloused palm. He shakes his head, as if to dislodge the memory, then murmurs – perhaps to himself, perhaps to anyone nearby: ] I don't recognize half of these plants.
( 0 0 4 ) » WILDCARD
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no subject
Is that what you're after? The venom, I mean.
[ intoned casually, as he pulls the gloves on with two snaps of the latex. a few people had run-ins with some kind of toxin. hard not to spy the symptoms in the intimate safehouse, after all. studying it could be of use — put to developing an anti-venom, perhaps, or weaponised.
he crouches beside ren, then, surveying the state of the carcass. the smell isn't bad yet, so that bodes well for their work. ]
no subject
He pulls on his own gloves, continuing:] If a lab was able to determine the properties of the drug used on us, perhaps they might learn something of value.
[ Like where it might have come from. If it had been captured or grown. The timing of the whole thing had been more than a little suspect and with the larger body barred from them, they'd have to make do with what they could find. ]
sorry my inbox hid this! feel free to handwave or continue, etc
not a bad thing, necessarily. ]
Quick thinking. [ a beat. ] Biology's not my expertise, but — I imagine it works like other venomous animals. [ ren has probably already surmised as much. he's just thinking aloud. ] I'll hold the container, and you take the tentacle?