Those Who Stay Behind [OTA and Closed Logs]

[stitch_witch]

WHO: Lark & Kaz, Lark & Omega, Open
WHERE: Temba Station and elsewhere
WHAT: Lark Through the Exploration Event, being Supportive Team Mom
WHEN: Exploration Event
WARNINGS: None?

1. A Gift Of Protection Closed to Kaz
She had made an oath, and today seemed the best day to deliver. Lark had wanted more time, to work on embroidery to make it look more impressive, to get some color in. But the announcement was enough for her to know that something was about to happen. And to give her word was something Lark took seriously. She bundled up the shirt she had finished the basic form of, and approached the station with all haste.

And once there, she waited, her eyes watching for Kaz.

2. Welcome to Temba Closed to Omega
New investigations and questions were raised, but that didn't change the fact that the Agrii could still bring someone new. And with people so scattered it meant there was a lot that still needed doing. The work today had Lark sitting in the diner first thing in the morning, sipping at tea and eating fruit and bread. This morning it was a stack of clothes before her, made for someone large with four arms. Her finger kept moving slowly over seams, and the threads that held those seams together. The thread just seemed to crawl out of the inside out shirt, and Lark only stopped in the very minor magic when the door opened.

"Good morning," she greeted, setting her tea aside.

3. The Day To Day OTA
The city seemed so quiet with people off exploring. Even this had not convinced Lark to leave. Hers was no longer an exploring nature, she'd given that all up years ago when she'd stopped tumbling for her meals. But with so many gone there were things to be done. In the mornings she was in the diner bring in fresh fruit and cutting it for easy food options, not to mention making small bundles of food for those who might have come back to the city the night before and intended to head out in the morning. In the afternoons she was easy to find around the farm looking after the glownies when those who would normally see to their care were not present. The creatures seemed to have an affection for her, perhaps because the loose wool on their bodies was so happy to jump to her own clothes and so she smelled so powerfully of them. And of course there was the night, when as often as not Lark could be found walking though the city with a heavy woven grass basket at her side, carrying supplies back from the Space Target. After all, how could she harvest the clothes and other fabrics there for material if she wasn't bringing the supplies back to where she could work?

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[small_compromise]

"Hello." The girl who stepped inside was a few years shy of her teens, perhaps, dressed in a neat uniform-like tunic over pants and a pair of boots. She had something strapped to her back, a metal contraption of some kind.

She was still getting to know where things were, and starting around the city center seemed a good place to start. Making sure she knew where the place to get a meal was seemed even better. For an eating place it was strangely empty, but then she supposed nothing would compare to the mess hall in Tipoca City. She couldn't say she missed it though, and while the quiet wasn't bad, what struck her as more unusual was being alone.

Since the woman at the table was the only one she saw, Omega wandered over, smiling lightly as she looked at the pile of clothing there. "What's all this for?"

[stitch_witch]

A young woman. Lark considers her carefully, thoughtful. She could probably turn some of this into clothing for her.

"I'm trying to break down the pieces of fabric into large pieces that could later be turned into new clothing, or rags," she explained, gesturing that the young woman could join her if she wished.

"I'm Lark, and if you'd like an extra shirt and pants and the like, I can try and make some for you."

It's always better to assume most people don't come here with much more than what was on their back.

[small_compromise]

She poked at the material she was closest to, picking up the end of a sleeve, her head tilting as she eyed it curiously.

"My name's Omega," she said, clambering up onto the bench beside Lark. Her accent tended to stretch vowels out here and shorten them there, but it wasn't too difficult to understand her otherwise. "I've never had anyone make clothes for me before. Is it difficult?"

[stitch_witch]

All synthetic fibers, Omega, and the selves she hadn't messed with had four arms. What a mess of fabric they were.

"It is my pleasure to meet you, Omega," she said, setting the clothing aside for now. Better to address the girl directly.

"For some people it may be, but I have a way with thread and fabric. I'm trying to help people here have clothing they can wear, but I don't think anyone would begrudge me helping a young woman before them."

[small_compromise]

Not that she'd know the difference. All she'd ever worn were probably made of synthetic materials, including what she wore now. The only difference was that she didn't have several of the same outfit to change into, especially here. She folded her arms as she leaned on the table, head turned towards Lark.

"Really? But if people have been here longer, they might need it more, wouldn't they?" she asked, pleasantly surprised to even be offered an option of clothing. That certainly hadn't been her intention when she'd wandered in here.

[stitch_witch]

"The people who have been here longer have also had time to acquire things that we new people have not. So I feel like it is my duty to ensure you have what you need," Lark countered as she reached for her pile of clothes.

"Do you have a favorite color?"

[small_compromise]

That made a little sense to her at least. Clothing hadn't been something she'd even thought about. She'd made do with what she was wearing for quite some time now, and asking for anything new hadn't crossed her mind, especially not when her friends were hurting for credits these days.

"I haven't really thought about it," Omega admitted, glancing down at what she was wearing. "Maybe dark red...and black."

[stitch_witch]

Dark red and black. Lark frowned at the suggestions.

"It seems black isn't a common Agrii color, but I might be able to see to some darker reds," Lark agreed. She'd figure something out. And if she was eyeing the girl's clothes so that she could make something similar, one should not judge her.

"Now that we've had that discussion, just how new are you, Omega? Perhaps if you're new enough I can answer some questions."

[small_compromise]

Omega wouldn't argue against anything similar to what she was wearing. She only looked briefly disappointed at the possibility of there being no black. "How about gray?" she suggested. Strange colors, perhaps, but she had her reasons.

"Oh, I've only been here maybe a couple of days, I think. Ezra told me about some things and where I could stay. He said this is where to get a meal."

Gift of protection

[demjiin]

Kaz was intending to go to Not-Temba as soon as he possibly couldit wasn't difficult to spot him since along with his black hair shaved at the sides and long on top he had the traademark 'thunk' of his cane to punctuate his steps.

Noticing Lark and that she held a folded shirt in hand, he approached her instead of the train.

"Looks like you got a loom up and running."

[stitch_witch]

"No," she admitted with a smile, handing the shirt over. "Ikora monitored me while I wove magically. I've been forced to do that for now. I'm sorry to say I didn't put the sorts of embellishments that I would normally offer. There wasn't time before the announcement."

And she hoped he'd like it too.

[demjiin]

He took it with one gloved hand, offering her his best 'harmless cripple' smile.

"I actually prefer it without embellishments."

And worn over the scale mail shirt that Tony had made it would do well for armor.

[stitch_witch]

Oh!

"Then I am glad the rush led to me not getting a chance to embellish it," Lark answered, a touch relieved. "I have given it my traditional protective spells. It should turn any slashing knife, though I can make no guarantee about piercing."

But she had done her best.

"I pray you do not test my work that vigorously."

[demjiin]

"The idea is not to get shot, or stabbed for that matter."

Kaz still intended to combine Lark's shirt with the one Tony had already made for him. It did make a question of how wearable they would be together.

"Not that I'm being picky, mind you, but I'd rather avoid sweating through it. Is it meant for warmer weather or cooler?"

[stitch_witch]

"That's the best idea," she agreed with a smile. Better not to get hurt at all. She wished all the people would be cautious. However she knew all she could do was pray for them to the Living Circle.

"Warmer. The first silk piece I've finished. Wool will come when it cools."

[demjiin]

"Silk? I didn't think there was much in the way of silkworms in Temba."

Silk was a lot fancier than he had been expecting. Not that he minded at all. Quite the opposite, since he was more than willing to actually pay the extra money it took to have tailored suits made for him.

[stitch_witch]

"There are not. Moonshade has found spiders that make more than enough suitable silk," Lark answered with a smile. The woman had made life more pleasant for Lark.

3 - Space Target Variant

[puddledancer]

Moonshade had mentioned getting a speaker for the Zune to use at the next Howl, so that was where Quill had been spending his morning, wandering from aisle to aisle with a cart. One wheel was busted, so he kept having to wrestle it a little whenever he turned a corner, but other than that, he was thoroughly enjoying himself. He'd already found a few knick-knacks to decorate the ruined Arcade he'd claimed for himself, and some supplies that would be useful to spruce it up.

So far, though, no speaker.

At the end of one aisle, he stopped and frowned, deep in thought. To anyone passing by, he looked like he was very interested in various sizes of shelf brackets. "Damn it..."

[stitch_witch]

Oh, she was passing by indeed, but it was the voice that caused Lark to truly stop. She looked toward Quill and then, after a moment of thought she turned to join Quill.

"Trouble, my friend?"

[puddledancer]

"Uh, sorta." He turned, then smiled as he realized the girl who'd addressed him fit the definition of 'pretty' quite well. Sure, his heart belonged to Gamora, but he could still enjoy a nice view free of consequence.

"Trying to find a speaker. You seen any?"

[stitch_witch]

Very free of consequence indeed.

"I would answer if I knew what a speaker was. I fear it may be yet another piece of this 'electronics' that I fear I do not know."

[puddledancer]

"Yeah, it's electronic alright. That's okay. I'll take spare clothes too, if you've passed that aisle."

He held out his hand with a smile. "Nice to meet you, by the way. I'm Quill. Some people call me Star-Lord."

[stitch_witch]

"I have indeed passed an aisle with that. I tend to come by every few days to take from it," Lark admitted. "I remove the extra sleeves and sew the material back up so people can wear the shirts. I'm Lark. Seems we've a name theme going on."

The four arms are very strange to her. But she shifts her basket so she can shake his hand. And when that was done she pulled out one of the four-armed shirts to show off what she means.

And in case he wasn't certain, she would be calling him Quill. After all, in her world there was chalk to write with, but there were still quills too, because not everyone had moved to newer pens.

[puddledancer]

"Oh, whoa. You're really good at that, then." He takes one of the shirts to inspect it closely. "The material feels pretty comfy, though. I could take a serious nap in this. I don't have any money but ... there's gotta be something I can trade you if you'd feel up to making me one."

[stitch_witch]

"Oh, quite good," Lark agreed. Still, his request just earned a smile from her. "Pick one in a color you like and roughly your size. I'll have the sleeves off and sewed up for you by the end of tomorrow. You're welcome to pick it up."

No payment is mentioned at all. She didn't see a point to money here.