revivalproject | Not!Temba: better mind how you walk through

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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.

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Learning how to use a weapon isn't anything Cayde'd force anyone to do, but he doesn't think it'd be bad to be at least a little prepared for when things go pear-shaped. They've had way too many giant bug infestations in the past too. He nods at Kyle.

"Oh yeah. I'm from Earth, I've seen ruins. This stuff though? More the way they're constructed- it's like...rock paste. No, that's not right- more like...someone just melted things together." He stops, tapping a finger against his chin, brow furrowed.

"You are?!" There's no hiding his excitement at that. "Uhm, from the future? Future to me, I guess... I'm from the era of global warming and Netflix."

He nods. "Yeah... rock paste makes me think a bit of adobes, you know? But not quite the same, either. Those are the closest things I can think of, though."

As they walk they go past what is clearly a clothing department, and Kyle slows.

"...Cayde? How many arms do the Agrii have?"

He doesn't seem too surprised to hear Kyle's from Earth. That made for about fifty percent of the people in Temba, really. "Probably, yeah." Hopefully not exactly, considering the things that potentially happen between Kyle's era and what Cayde knows.

"Not something I've seen on Earth...it was..." Right at the tip of his figurative tongue, but as Kyle goes perusing the clothes, the Exo looks over. "Four. Why? -hang on..." He starts over by him to have a look for himself.

"That's kinda cool." Although Kyle suspects there's no way the future of Earth is a utopia.

Kyle abandons his rake against an endcap and moves to pull some sort of shirt off the racks. He holds it up so Cayde can see it. There are only two arms.

"Dude."

"...dude," Cayde concurs.

"Okay, this may be a wild thought but what if this city wasn't an Agrii city?"

"That's not so wild," Kyle says, still studying the sweater. "I mean, it would explain the difference in architecture and supplies at least. What's wilder is the implications, right?"

He frowns lightly. "I mean... okay. Why such a division? Earth as I know it is a terrible example to base my thoughts of since everybody is human there, although you could say different cities are extremely different culturally which explains differences in architecture and fashion. BUT that's all sort of changing because of globalization... Okay, I think a better example is Coruscant."

He starts pacing back and forth across the aisle. "Different species on one planet. So, let's maybe assume that's what's going on here based on the arm thing. WHY would the groups be confined to their own cities and not intermingle? I mean maybe they did for trade but it seems weird in a world with so much tech they'd be so vastly different... What do you think?"

Cayde sets down his box to start digging through more clothes. "Yeah, it would. But see, that's my point. I mean, there is clearly a connecting transport between these two cities, unless they never used them? For some reason?" He tosses some clothes over his shoulder in his frustration.

"So you tell me- why wouldn't the Agrii already know that there's another city here and who used to live here? Bizarre, right? From Gary's announcement, this is a completely new discovery even for them. But they still know about the train thing enough to have gotten it fixed."

"Oh my god, you're right! And there's no easy all of this popped up AFTER the destruction of Temba, it's all too old!"

He stops pacing. "Okay, one: somehow this city existed without the Agrii knowing and the train was put here after they'd gone. I don't think this theory holds - the Agrii would know it's new. Okay, two: we have gone through an interdimensional rift or portal. Three: they never had the train working when they lived here. That seems dumb, too. Four: the city actually IS new, somehow.

"Ugh, when a portal makes the most sense... we gotta be missing some clue."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Cayde says, ceasing digging through clothes in some search for at least some four-armed garment. "I think... Okay no, I don't know what I think. That is an interesting thought though, and as good as any idea we've had about well, anything."

He waves his hands around as though to clear the air in order to prepare the space for a new set of details. "So I don't think it's that old, and there are others in agreement with this thought. I have seen cities and ruins that are centuries old, and this stuff by comparison looks new. Well not literally- there is obviously the general wear and tear of abandoned city everywhere, but for the most part? Stuff is still in relatively good condition.

"Now, all this time we've believed that this whole planet is basically Agrii territory- which when you think about it, isn't really based on anything except for our limited knowledge of what? One abandoned city and the story the Agrii have told us. Although to be fair, I gotta wonder if we'd get any useful information out of them. After Gary's reaction to this whole thing? It's like, just when you think you're getting somewhere and-" He splays his fingers as he mimics an exploding sound.

"Yeah, you're right, not OLD old but like... no way has it popped up AND been abandoned since the Agrii got kicked out, right? That seems a little impossible, unless the timeline on that is way longer than I think it is. Which is possible."

He nods slowly, listening. "Dude. That's a good point. Like, so far the Agrii don't seem to want to hurt us, but that doesn't mean they're necessarily the GOOD guys. It just means they want Temba back."

He moves to the clothes again, this time searching a little more deliberately. "I wish aliens wore hoodies..." he mutters. "Okay. So I think... either this place IS new somehow in spite of that seeming unlikely, or it was here but somehow... unknown? Maybe the train is a more recent addition than they're letting on."

"Anyone would want to get their home back if they could, kid. But I have to wonder what happened to whoever lived here. The Agrii got some help off world by the ones that screwed things up for them, but did these guys here leave before or after that?"

Letting Kyle rummage through clothes, Cayde flopped down to sit beside the display, picking up some of the stuff he'd tossed earlier. "The whole train thing is throwing me. The tracks have been there as long as anything else, possibly, but how no one local might have gone on it is kind of crazy, right?"

He pauses, spinning a finger in the air. "Let's play back on that rift idea. The Agrii have been pulling us in and out of different times, and we even traveled to a planet in the past of a majority of the people who would've otherwise known the place. SO-

"What if the Agrii themselves aren't from this time? Maybe they got their time coordinates screwy? Or, or, maybe they're some different generation of Agrii that were like, I dunno kids of the original survivors that fled from the planet in the first place. I mean, that'd account for them not knowing very much of anything."

"Yeah, it's the train that keeps throwing everything off. It doesn't help that I've found trains a little creepy ever since I read this book where one was sentient and crazy."

He pulls a sweater-looking thing over his head and checks the fit. "...is this ugly? I can never tell."

At Cayde's theory Kyle snaps his fingers and points at him. "Yes! Yes to both! Maybe... the original Agrii from Temba are dead. This is their kids, or grandkids, or seven generations down, who knows. They get the tech that can steal 'heroes' from places - and they clearly have coordinates for places and times with a greater incidence of people more likely to BE heroes, hence why we have so many Jedi or people with superpowers or combat training - but they don't fully understand it. And either it's later in the game than we know, and other people have come here in the meantime, or the Agrii were trying to get to a certain point in the timeline and fucked it up. Dude, you're smart."

"Sentient crazy trains? Sounds like I've been missing out on the fun books. Then again I doubt the Speaker would've ever had those in his library, heh..."

Cayde looks over at Kyle and his sweater of choice. "Eh, not ugly. Definitely looks better than some of the shader combinations I've seen some Guardians go with," he chuckles. He holds up another shirt he'd picked up. "Are these human-proportions?"

Oh, but he'll never get tired of someone telling him he's smart, probably because it doesn't happen very often. "I know," he preens. But in this situation he thinks the points made are pretty valid, and with Kyle's add-ons, he nods. "But yeah, makes sense, right? All this time business just gives me a headache. It's like we were looking at something in 2D and then you throw in the time angle and it's blown up to like, five or something."

"Is that like, some sort of horrible dictator where you're from?"

He squirms out of the shirt and refolds it before putting it back. "Looks like, yeah."

"I'll level with you - I try to just not think about it. All this craziness, it reminds me of being a kid when nothing made sense and you just had to roll with it all. Like, Tommy told me his brother is literally god. And I just... can't accept that. Don't tell him, though, I don't want him mad at me."

That gets a laugh from the Exo. "Who, the Speaker? Nah, but he was pretty much head of whatever amounts to our leadership for the City. I used to sneak into his library and um, borrow books when he wasn't looking."

His folding job is less neat than Kyle's and comes undone anyway once he tosses it up onto the display table he's sitting against. "I can agree with that. You think too much on things and how they work and you have to wonder- is it worth it? Now Warlocks? That's what they do. They like thinking about all the mysteries of the universe sorta crap. Me? I like things straight forward. Which his what makes it all very frustrating here, by the way. No obvious target to shoot so we can fix the problem, you know?"

He blinks, lifting his head and glancing over his shoulder at Kyle again then. "Who, Billy? How's that even-" His thoughts divert a moment to the impossible things the kid's pulled off, quickly shaking his head as though to dislodge those points. "-yeah don't answer that. But no, I get'cha. Really, how's anyone supposed to take someone saying something like that?"

"I mean, books ought to be shared. I firmly believe that." Kyle firmly believes in lots of things.

"I'd like to be able to think deeply about that stuff, but if I do it's like... I can't act. And while we're here there's so much to DO, you know? It's more important to get shit done than to wonder about the universe."

"Right?! And the kicker is that we're all the same religion so like... how do you begin to reconcile that? It hurts my head, and I'm not even that hardcore about faith so..." He sighs and picks up a different shirt to show to Cayde. "Is this less ugly?"

The Exo nods emphatically. "Personally, I prefer doing than thinking about doing. But you're right. No shortage of things that need to be done around here. Mostly it's the ability to get them done that sometimes becomes the problem."

He pulls himself to his feet, leaving the box of things he'd collected on the floor as he drifted over to another nearby display. "Like you said. Don't think about it. Pretty sure Billy wouldn't want things to get all awkward just because of some weird stuff that was said." He looks over, humming at the shirt selection before giving a nod.

"That one's a keeper, I think."

"Yeah."

Kyle nods, tucking the shirt over one arm. Yes, he's trusting Cayde's fashion sense here. "I think you're right. Okay, so. We should ask people, huh? Why they think this place is the way it is, after we finish checking it out."

Cayde's fashion sense is impeccable. No one's questioned his leather chaps and knee-high knit socks all these years.

"Yeah, probably a good idea. Maybe we'll get a better feel for what might've happened after we hear what all else people've found." He stoops down to scoop up his box.

"Yeah." Kyle grabs a pair of pants made of what looks close to denim, studies them, nods, and adds them to the shirt.

"Kinda cool, though. Like it feels like we might finally figure some stuff out."

"And I will be happy to figure anything out at this rate," Cayde laughs. "The mysteries just seem to pile around here. Well, at least getting supplies doesn't have to be one of them."

Even if some of the time they can't tell what the use might be for, at least there are things available, and clothing is one of those things people couldn't have too much of around here.

"Now about that camping, outdoorsy section..." Speaking of being unable to tell things. At least part of the fun is looking around.

"Oh, shit, yeah!" Kyle looks around, guessing at where such a part of the store might be based on his experience with places like WalMart.

"We'll try this way," he guesses. "Get some thermoses, maybe some lanterns or grills or something if such things exist."

Gesturing for Kyle to lead the way, Cayde follows along, keeping an eye out for anything of the sort as listed. "Could be! They can't all be eating peanut butter-flavored paste!" Different people living here, different lifestyles, right?

Kyle nods. "Oh my god, yeah, maybe the food is entirely different! The plants are not the same - I've been in the Agriculture building and there's a lot more trees here. Tommy and I are gonna bring a whole bunch of shit back to Temba."

He glances at Cayde. "Stupid question: do you eat? Like, I know you're not human and all..."

"There's just a lot more trees in general. It's like they wanted a mini-forest and then went for the natural look in the city to match." The Exo slows his steps. There's something there, something familiar about all this. It's been nagging him.

"Huh? Oh pff. Not stupid. Fair enough question. But actually? I do. Don't have to, but I enjoy a good meal now and then. Hoping one of these days Starling and Vanth can work out how to make some ramen between their cooking skills."

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