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[newmemorywhodis]

WHO: Link and you!
WHERE: The Hangar, the Hotel, and various places across Temba
WHAT: Link searches for scientists, looks at ships, and moves into a new home
WHEN: After Link's arrival & the blizzard event
WARNINGS: None expected

The new ponty-eared arrival in Temba isn't exactly looking like a style icon as he runs around Temba, wearing the slightly oversized sweatshirt and pants that Gladio gave him. In deference to the cold, on top of that he's also tied an old ratty blanket around his neck, as if it were a cloak.

And of course, on top of that, there is the Master Sword, slung on his back.

But Link certainly doesn't let the fact that he arrived wholly unprepared for the winter cold stop him from exploring this new location.

I. Searching for quest-givers scientists
So, Link is here. He knows he's here because the Agrii want heroes to help save them from the storms. He knows, at this point, absolutely nothing about said storms, or how to stop them.

But Gladio mentioned 'smart science types'. People like Purah, or Robbie. People who might have the knowledge and intelligence to figure out what's going on. If Link's going to figure out how he's going to help...they seem like a good place to start.

So he goes looking. Maybe he manages to track someone down by name. Maybe he finds a place that looks suitably...sciency, and just figures that whoever is in there is probably a scientist. Or knows where to find one.

Either way, wherever they are, Link will find them. And then just kind of look at them, with an odd, intense yet strangely blank-faced expression.

"...Hi," he says, still staring.

II. Hangar & the ships
The ships Link found partly while looking for scientists, partly while just exploring.

When he first sees them, he just...stares. He has no frame of reference for what these massive things are. But he can't help but be reminded - at least in some way - of the Divine Beasts. But while the Divine Beasts were similarly colossal in scale, they weren't spread out across Hyrule. Not all clustered together, in one place.

Link definitely wants to see what's inside these.

Though it takes a while, before he can get into one. The first few he tries, for whatever reason, he just...can't get in. But then he comes to the one that looks a bit scrappy - the Bloodsport - and the door just opens at a touch.

He peers in. What will he find in here?

III. The hotel
In the days and weeks after Link moves into one of the Hotel rooms, a few themes will soon emerge to anyone who pays attention.

Firstly, Link clearly pays absolutely no attention to any kind of schedule; he is just as likely to leave or arrive in the middle of the night, as he is any time during the day. Though he doesn't spend all that much time in the room itself, usually spending his time elsewhere.

Secondly, he keeps bringing back things. A armfull of baconrooms. Several bunches of Chicken Daisies. Pieces of wood. Rocks. Assorted debris. Even a few small lizards, one time. Although Link soon learned - to his disappointment - that lizards don't always stay where you put them.

He also has a habit of not always taking the stairs. There's a perfectly good window, after all. Why walk down, when you can climb?

IV. Wildcard
[[OOC: Choose your own adventure! Let me know if you'd like to set up anything not covered by the above]]

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[stitch_witch]

Yes, that is correct, so far as she knew. She finally turns back to Link and sees him and Little Bear fighting over the wood.

"Little Bear, drop it."

And with the word given, he releases the wood. That's just how it was.

"Forgive me, he's eager to play."

[newmemorywhodis]

Victory! The wood is Link's - and he promptly adds it to the pile, with all of the others.

Then he shrugs. "He's a dog." It's only to be expected that he does as dogs do.

[stitch_witch]

Yes, that's a true statement, and she smiles.

"Indeed he is. My children found and raised him, and now he is mine to care for. And not many people here play with him."

[newmemorywhodis]

Link looks at Little Bear.

He prefers horses to dogs. Horses are just all around better animals, in Link’s opinion. You can’t ride a dog, for one.

But there’s something sad, about a dog with no one to play with him.

“…I can play with him.

[stitch_witch]

No, one couldn't ride a dog, but they were still good animals.

"He would appreciate that. But don't feel obligated. I'm thinking I will see if he will take to training as a herding animals."

It would help with the glownies.

[newmemorywhodis]

Link nods - fully intended to play with Little Bear anyway, despite Lark's comments about not feeling obligated. It would help Lark, and Link doesn't mind - so why not?

He likes to be helpful.

He also likes having clothes, and not freezing when he steps outside. So he asks, "Can we measure now?"

[stitch_witch]

"We'll have to go to my room. I carry some supplies on me, but not enough to measure you for a full set of clothing. And I want you to touch the fabrics I'm going to use. It's possible you may have a reaction to one or the other, and it's better to know before we put you in them."

It would be horrid to make him a full outfit only to then find he's allergic to glownie wool.

[newmemorywhodis]

Link nods. "Okay."

He's finished putting away his new additions to the wood pile, anyway. So there's not anything else Link needs to do here. He's more than happy to follow Lark back to her own.

[stitch_witch]

"I'm down on the second floor," she says, moving slowly back out of the room. TIme to go downstairs.

[newmemorywhodis]

He could get to Lark's room by Link's preferred method of getting in and out of the Hotel's rooms: by climbing out the window. But it's probably easier to just follow Lark down the stairs. So Link does that, instead.

When they do get to her room, he'll take a look around - curious to see what she has in her space.

[stitch_witch]

For now Lark had taken him into her work room, where there are shelves with bolts of cloth, large spindles of different sorts of thread, and plenty of baskets of fibers to be spun. All around there are other tools of her trade as well, tidied away in neat areas because she needed things to be neat. Sadly she was lacking a proper, full sized loom.

For now she went to the work table and took up her knotted measuring rope, and moved to Link, even as she considers things.

"Hold your arms out to your sides so I can do this."

[newmemorywhodis]

Link takes a moment to inspect the cloth. He's seen things like this before - in the Kochi dye shop, and in some of the clothing shops. But it was still interesting, seeing what clothing was like before it was made into clothing.

Then Lark wants him to hold his arms out, so he does so. He doesn't comment or speak as she works, but he keenly watches everything that she does.

[stitch_witch]

She takes time quickly measuring and then moving to note it down on paper. Then, when she's done with that (a rather quick task), she moves to the bolts of fabric.

"Can I have you touch this one with your left hand, and this one with your right," she says, tapping two different bolts.

[newmemorywhodis]

Link's not sure what the purposes of this is, but he does so anyway: a tap to one with his right hand, a tap to the other with his left. Then he looks to Lark, wondering if she will explain.

[stitch_witch]

"I meant more... rub them. I need to see if you reach? Allergies would be a problem."

[newmemorywhodis]

"Oh." Link had a vague knowledge of what an 'allergy' was, though he couldn't really recall ever seeing someone have that reaction. As far as he knew, he didn't have any.

Still, he did as instructed, and rubbed the fabric. He looked again to Lark, presuming that she will tell him when it's okay to stop.

[stitch_witch]

She nodded and moves to join him.

"Are there colors you particularly like?"

[newmemorywhodis]

This was easy to answer.

"Blue. Green," he says, quickly an easily. Not that he disliked other colours at all. But those two were usually the ones he liked the most.

[stitch_witch]

"I'll keep that in mind," she says with a smile as she moves away to consider what dyes she might have, and to gather the salve she needs to get.

"This is the salve to keep the spiders away from you."

[newmemorywhodis]

Link nods, and takes the salve. Right, time for the quest.

"Put on the salve, kill the spiders, get their silk?"

There may be an erroneous assumption that Link's made about exactly what Lark needs him to do in there.

[stitch_witch]

Her eyes go wide to hear his plan.

"No!" she says, almost lurching forward to take the salve. "Don't hurt them. The salve will keep them away from you. Please don't kill them. They didn't do anything wrong. And we are taking from them without giving back which is already bad enough!"

[newmemorywhodis]

Link blinks.

Oh. That's a bit different. Usually 'giant spiders' is exactly the the kind of thing people do want to go kill.

"...Put on the salve, don't kill the spiders, get their silk?" he repeats, correcting himself this time.

[stitch_witch]

"Yes. But you need to be attentive to it. The cobwebs are what we want. That is more easy for me to spin. The other ones, those should be left alone. And if you're feeling generous, if you find some small animals or large bugs, tossing them into the actual webs is good. AS a thank you."

That's how the cycle should work after all.

[newmemorywhodis]

"Put on the salve, don't kill the spiders, get their silk, give them food," Link says again, repeating the task again. If he had his Slate, he'd jot it down there so he can remember.

(Maybe he could make notes somewhere in the communicator the Agrii gave him? He'll have to take a look.)

Then - because this is also important to know: "...Where are they?"

[stitch_witch]

For this Lark pulled out her own communicator and pulled up the map function.

"I can put a pin in your map if you'd like."