Kyle Broflovski (
kyley_b) wrote in
revivalproject2021-07-19 11:44 am
Not!Temba: better mind how you walk through
WHO: Kyle "ky-el" Broflovski and YOU!
WHERE: Not!Temba
WHAT: Exploring the Agricultural Building, University/Library and Alien Target 2: Electric Boogaloo.
WHEN: Latter half of July
WARNINGS: Bad language, general outlandish idiocy
Agricultural Building
In spite of every plan he ever had growing up in a redneck mountain town, Kyle has basically become a farmer. It's almost laughable, really. Still, he takes his job seriously and so he'll often be found systematically working his way through the Agricultural Building cataloguing plants, taking sample, and eventually harvesting things to take back to Temba.
He's easy to spot amongst all the green - a pop of red against the leaves and vines. Plus he'll wave at you if he sees you.
At some point he'll also be peering into the tubes that lead to the livestock nursery, clearly intending to investigate. Weaponless.
University/Library
Creeping through what's left of library requires some caution considering the state of the place. Kyle's inside, looking for books or some sort of readable data, and likely to be scared to death if you come up behind him. Hopefully he doesn't trip over something and conk himself on the head.
Inside the university he can be found prowling the halls, peeking into classrooms. "Dude," he mutters half to himself and half to anybody around. "This? This shit is how Japanese horror games start."
Alien Target 2
Fashion has never been his strong suit. Not that it should be a priority on an abandoned alien planet, but even if it were he'd be hopeless. As it is, he's wandering the aisles looking for clothes reminiscent of earth. There's what appears to be a changing room and for whatever reason he feels compelled to use it instead of just trying alien!sweaters on in the aisles. Alien!sweaters that are less alien than usual...
He also goes in search of gardening tools, which means he winds up in another aisle hefting rakes and shovels, occasionally swinging them like a baseball or imaginary sword. Because, you know. He's easily amused.
WHERE: Not!Temba
WHAT: Exploring the Agricultural Building, University/Library and Alien Target 2: Electric Boogaloo.
WHEN: Latter half of July
WARNINGS: Bad language, general outlandish idiocy
Agricultural Building
In spite of every plan he ever had growing up in a redneck mountain town, Kyle has basically become a farmer. It's almost laughable, really. Still, he takes his job seriously and so he'll often be found systematically working his way through the Agricultural Building cataloguing plants, taking sample, and eventually harvesting things to take back to Temba.
He's easy to spot amongst all the green - a pop of red against the leaves and vines. Plus he'll wave at you if he sees you.
At some point he'll also be peering into the tubes that lead to the livestock nursery, clearly intending to investigate. Weaponless.
University/Library
Creeping through what's left of library requires some caution considering the state of the place. Kyle's inside, looking for books or some sort of readable data, and likely to be scared to death if you come up behind him. Hopefully he doesn't trip over something and conk himself on the head.
Inside the university he can be found prowling the halls, peeking into classrooms. "Dude," he mutters half to himself and half to anybody around. "This? This shit is how Japanese horror games start."
Alien Target 2
Fashion has never been his strong suit. Not that it should be a priority on an abandoned alien planet, but even if it were he'd be hopeless. As it is, he's wandering the aisles looking for clothes reminiscent of earth. There's what appears to be a changing room and for whatever reason he feels compelled to use it instead of just trying alien!sweaters on in the aisles. Alien!sweaters that are less alien than usual...
He also goes in search of gardening tools, which means he winds up in another aisle hefting rakes and shovels, occasionally swinging them like a baseball or imaginary sword. Because, you know. He's easily amused.

TARJET
Of course the layout of the place is completely different from the other store back in Temba, so he's in the process of looking for the kitchen and home decor section when he spies the kid waving around garden tools like a weapon. "You show those weeds who's boss!"
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"Oh! Shit! Hey, dude!" Recovering, he waves. "I was just... uh. Nevermind. Find anything good?"
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"Oh no, it's fine. Gotta have some fun around here, right?" Cayde looks down at the small box of random odds and ends he's collected. "Weeeell... I dunno about good, really, but one can never have too many cups."
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He peers at the box and nods. "I mean, you're not wrong. Oh, dude, we should see if there's like, travel mugs or thermoses." He realises he's still holding a rake and looks at it sheepishly.
"For the greenhouse," he explains. "'Cause we're kinda hoping to get some trees planted there, so I thought... You know. Not just for me to make an ass of myself with."
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Travel container do sound like they'd come in handy though. "Good idea. Sure won't hurt to look." He pauses, metal brow lifting at the rake.
"Oh- no, wasn't questioning it. Wasn't too bad a swing either- not that I'm a...rake person, mind. Or a sword guy either, handy as they are."
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He gestures toward the end of the aisle. "If there's a camping section, that's probably where we'll find good thermoses. If not, probably by cookwear? Camping stuff might have even more crap we can use, though.
"This city is so different from Temba, huh?"
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He looks down the way Kyle points, giving a nod. "Assuming we find anything that resembles either of those. Who knows if anyone went camping around here?" Another reminder of how little they actually knew about life on Temba.
"Oh yeah. It really is. Kinda familiar too though. I wonder..."
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University
Vaguely recalling the reference, Echo's voice filters through the helmet's vocalizer as he turns the corner after Kyle, walking past and keeping his blaster up despite not seeing any movement.
Re: University
"Anyway. There's always an abandoned school and then the ghost of some girl with long black hair who'll fuck you up."
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What's not seen is the thoughtful frown for this particular scenario. "Well, that's awful."
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Kyle nods. "Right? Being stuck forever at school... actually if I were a ghost that's probably how I'd wind up. Anyway. I'm hoping we can find any sort of book or files or data or whatever to confirm who lived in this city."
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All of that aside, Kyle has the right idea. "That'd be useful," he agrees. "Are we splitting up to cover more ground or just trying either side of the room before moving on?"
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He shakes his head. "No way, we're using the buddy system, especially if there's ghosts. So... I'll take left side of the room, you take right?"
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You good with wrapping up?
totes
University
When she hears the guy say something about Japanese Horror Movies, she can't help herself. The urge to troll is too strong. She sneaks up behind him and whispers, "Seven days"
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She grins, waving a hand at him, "I'm sorry, that was just too easy."
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"No, no, it's cool. Totally understandable, actually." He pushes his mop of hair back. "Uh, hi."
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She smirks, nodding. "Hi. For the record, you're not wrong."
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"About the little girl ghosts? Yeah. Uhm, yoooou wanna check it out with me? I'm not dangerous."
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Agriculture bros?
Today, he catches up to Kyle, a bag to collect samples in hand, huffing with exasperated affection, "Buddy system, Kyle."
Agriculture bros!!
"So, there's a BUNCH of fruit trees," he says, gesturing expansively. "Tommy took some of the fruit back to Temba, but there's still more we can check out." He goes faintly pink. "One of them is like... I think it gets you high. Anyway." Cough. "There's also these tubes? I think they go to where they kept the animals. Not that there's any left."
He grins at Ezra. "I'm glad you came in today, it's gonna be totally less boring."
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"'Cause, like, making someone have to babysit someone with mind powers and really high sounds like it could be a not great time."
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"I think you'd be okay, though. Like I don't think it would make you trip out or anything. It reminded me of one of earth's party drugs."
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He contemplates that a moment longer, but then he shrugs. "Anything else cool?"
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He nods. "Lots of other fruits, too," he says. "Like, good edible stuff. Tommy's taken back most of it already, and we're gonna see if there's like, saplings we can transport maybe."
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