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revivalproject2021-07-11 02:19 pm
thesepreciousthings) wrote in revivalproject2021-07-11 02:19 pm
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July Open Log
✰Obstacle Course✰
Over at the Civics Center, in one of the larger empty spaces, Clarice has set up an obstacle course with Lauri-Ell's help. It is an exact replica of the one used in Quantico, VA to train FBI agents, and as such, she knows it like the back of her hand. In the mornings, she can usually be found either running laps around the Civic Center, tackling the course full-bore, or simply using one of its many bars to do pull-ups. In quieter moments, she could be checking the equipment for safety, tightening an errant bolt or bracket. If she sees anyone taking interest in the course, she'll be more than eager to spot them or give them an introduction.
✰Network✰
[afternoons send Starling inside to the shade of the Diner, where she puts together a few buffet style lunch dishes for anyone dropping in. as it's all baking, she kicks back in a booth, sets down her notepad in preparation, and sends off a missive:]
Hey everyone, it's Clarice. I'm starting to get to know the food options here pretty well, to the point where I'm thinking of testing my skills. Tell me some of your favorite foods from home. Let's see how close I can get with what I have to work with. Also, Cobb, I want the recipe for whatever the hell that hash was you made at breakfast the other day. Goddamn!
✰Foraging - Southeast Outskirts✰
Early evening, a few hours before dusk, is her preferred foraging time. There's still enough light to see by, but the summer heat has slackened off enough to be comfortable. Starling ties her hair up in a ponytail and dresses in the lightest long-legged pants she found on Coruscant, wrapping bands of cloth around her ankles to ensure no creepy-crawlies get up inside her clothes. A pair of sturdy shears gets tucked in a beltloop of her pants, and she puts on her holster and gun in case of any wild animals - though she hopes not to need it. A ball of twine gets tucked into her pocket, and she stuffs a few plastic bags and rugged containers into her backpack for any berries or fruits. Finally, she pulls on a pair of gardening gloves borrowed from the Greenhouse. Once she's kitted out properly, she sets out for the edges of the ruins, where plant life runs a bit more wild. Chicken daisies, Cumatos, and basically anything she finds get snipped, plucked, or pulled, tucked away carefully in the bag.
Feel free to come across her as she's foraging, or afterwards, outside the Tower, where she's laying some of her finds out on a blanket to dry in the next day's sun.
✰Wildcard✰
Rather grab a drink at the Deep End and swap some stories? Go for a patrol jog? Come visit her in her room at the Towers to get a little advice? Anything goes!
Over at the Civics Center, in one of the larger empty spaces, Clarice has set up an obstacle course with Lauri-Ell's help. It is an exact replica of the one used in Quantico, VA to train FBI agents, and as such, she knows it like the back of her hand. In the mornings, she can usually be found either running laps around the Civic Center, tackling the course full-bore, or simply using one of its many bars to do pull-ups. In quieter moments, she could be checking the equipment for safety, tightening an errant bolt or bracket. If she sees anyone taking interest in the course, she'll be more than eager to spot them or give them an introduction.
✰Network✰
[afternoons send Starling inside to the shade of the Diner, where she puts together a few buffet style lunch dishes for anyone dropping in. as it's all baking, she kicks back in a booth, sets down her notepad in preparation, and sends off a missive:]
Hey everyone, it's Clarice. I'm starting to get to know the food options here pretty well, to the point where I'm thinking of testing my skills. Tell me some of your favorite foods from home. Let's see how close I can get with what I have to work with. Also, Cobb, I want the recipe for whatever the hell that hash was you made at breakfast the other day. Goddamn!
✰Foraging - Southeast Outskirts✰
Early evening, a few hours before dusk, is her preferred foraging time. There's still enough light to see by, but the summer heat has slackened off enough to be comfortable. Starling ties her hair up in a ponytail and dresses in the lightest long-legged pants she found on Coruscant, wrapping bands of cloth around her ankles to ensure no creepy-crawlies get up inside her clothes. A pair of sturdy shears gets tucked in a beltloop of her pants, and she puts on her holster and gun in case of any wild animals - though she hopes not to need it. A ball of twine gets tucked into her pocket, and she stuffs a few plastic bags and rugged containers into her backpack for any berries or fruits. Finally, she pulls on a pair of gardening gloves borrowed from the Greenhouse. Once she's kitted out properly, she sets out for the edges of the ruins, where plant life runs a bit more wild. Chicken daisies, Cumatos, and basically anything she finds get snipped, plucked, or pulled, tucked away carefully in the bag.
Feel free to come across her as she's foraging, or afterwards, outside the Tower, where she's laying some of her finds out on a blanket to dry in the next day's sun.
✰Wildcard✰
Rather grab a drink at the Deep End and swap some stories? Go for a patrol jog? Come visit her in her room at the Towers to get a little advice? Anything goes!
Obstacle Course
So one morning when Clarice comes in, she'll find another redhead already making use of the course.
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"Mornin'! You're a new face." She vaulted over the top and kept on going, smiling. "Clarice Starling."
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"Natasha. Hello."
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She lets herself fall backwards, flipping in the air and landing in her signature crouch. Smiling, she stands and brushes off her hands before walking towards Clarice. "Decades of training and conditioning." She shrugs, "And ballet."
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"I worked for the FBI, so - Lauri-Ell helped me build this. S'based on the course I ran for years at Quantico. I could probably do it in my sleep."
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Expecting the question, she shook her head, "I'm not FBI. I'm familiar with Quantico, though." And... most government buildings.
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"Just got here, huh. I've been here a few months, might be able to fill in some holes if you've still got any."
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"What's your take on all of this?" She asks casually. She's still not sure what information she trusts, and an FBI agent seems like a great person to ask.
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She dropped down onto a mat and started doing some stretches and mat exercise, since that was more conducive to conversation.
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"Something tells me you're not talking about the ships."
using TRW because I can't remember if the US had Big Brother yet in 2002
"It was an interstellar TV game show: The Drift Fleet. Some of the folks here were actually contestants. The people in charge of it, this race called the Atroma, kidnapped a bunch of folks from all over space and time an' made 'em the crew of ships a lot like ours. You know that dumb old show they used to put on one of the music channels, 'The Real World'? Like that. But space."