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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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[ She's still learning how to use them. Controlling things with a thought or flick of her eye is a little harder than typing in search terms, because she needs to not get off track and think of too many things at once. They're all in the process of learning something new here. ]
Why don't you try this one? [ She points to those pretty white bells he was just looking at. ]
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All right.
[ Ren focuses on the cluster of flowers, brows slowly drawing together. Inhale, exhale ㅡ he feels the slow build of heat in his chest, frustration rising ㅡ inhale, exhale ㅡ the feeling is recognized, thankfully, and pushed down before the light and can begin to blossom in his breast, where it would only draw more attention ㅡ inhale, exhale ㅡ and... ]
Digitalis is a genus of about 20 species of herbaceous perennials, shrubs, and biennials commonly called foxgloves.
The scientific name means "finger-like" and refers to the ease with which a flower of Digitalis purpurea can be fitted over a human fingertip.
[ He glances at, the information box still hovering over his one eye. ] It says that the entire plant is toxic.
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Toxic? Why would they plant this in a public garden?
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[ The window blinks and disappears. ]
Perhaps they use it to take care of plant-eating pests. [ ㅡ or uneducated thieves. ]
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[ But surely the people who planted these flowers are aware of its properties, right?
...Right? ]
Well, regardless of these particular ones, I'm glad places like this exist here. My world may be crowded in places, but there's still plenty of isolated places to explore.
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[ Ren's attention shifts away from the flower and toward Mei herself: curious and intent. ]
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Do you have experience with time-travel?
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No, none. Do you?
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[ Time-travel still belongs in the realm of fiction. A novel concept but one with no foundation in reality.
He isn't ready for this. Isn't ready for multi-dimensional travel to become a reality. Is already struggling to accept the fact that he's here, cut off from the Force, from all that he knows, and that every lead they've managed to unearth so far leads to more questions rather than answers. ]
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Well, even if I did, that's not what's happening here, because the past of this planet and mine don't line up in their events.