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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
I'm not leaving.
[ Said bluntly, almost a little offended, as though she thinks he's trying to get rid of her as she takes the sample container from him and starts to stow both back in his pack. ]
no subject
Carefully, though. I won't be able to carry you back to the safe-house if you succumb.
no subject
She knows that it shouldn't. He is only pointing out what they have both already known: that vows exchanged over the firelight in a hut on Ahch-to were just desperate whispers, souls reaching out for something. They didn't stand in the light of day. They are alone, even if she has refused to leave him to that fate with the very intent to drag him back over her shoulder if she has to. She has assessed his bulk and weight and decided herself capable.
He refuses the burden. She's, as a result, moody in how she hands over the knife and grabs a fresh container, occupying herself with the effort of milking venom from a tentacle that is not venomous so much as poisonous and therefore a mostly useless endeavor. The secretions stick to the wet skin. She tries to scrape them away into the container instead.
Her motions are made vigorous by her hurt, the reminder that she is as alone here as she had been on Jakku. Surviving by only her own hand. No Finn or Chewie or Leia or the Resistance. And not him, either. They'd both decided that. The one person who she'd allowed herself to believe understood that bone deep loneliness feels far away, almost foreign.
She clings then to Clarke's insistence that they were each other's people now, that they were all in it together, that they would take care of each other. Rey and Mei certainly had, when it counted. She has people, she tells herself. Just not those she's used to. ]