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revivalproject2024-03-03 01:03 pm
newmemorywhodis) wrote in revivalproject2024-03-03 01:03 pm
Spaceport event catch-all [Open]
WHO: Link and you!
WHERE: Spaceport NG-102
WHAT: Link gets the Security datapoint and does not like it
WHEN: During the port job event
WARNINGS: None so far
i. Cue montage of getting repeatedly kicked out
The first time Link got kicked out for bringing the Sword that Seals the Darkness onto the Spaceport, he thought it was a minor set back. No problem, he'd just cover it up.
Covering it up, alas, did not work. Neither did telling them that it was a sacred object, or trying to pretend it was a really big walking stick, or even shoving it down the back of a really long tunic that he was wearing, and pretending that it was an accessory.
Each time, they found him. Each time, the Spaceport station security team would march him back to the Glitter Food.
At least they did not attempt to touch the Sword. Not after the first time send one of the guards unconscious. But with each attempt, the team escorting Link back got larger and larger - and more and more hard-faced.
Link was not a popular person with the authorities right now.
ii. Nevermind Ganondorf, station security is Link's true nemesis
So...Link had been forced to switch to the Security datapoint, saying goodbye to his beloved Agriculture datapoint.
No longer could he instantly recognise all over the plants. No longer did he have innate knowledge of even better ways to cook. All because the local guards wouldn't let him have his Sword.
But now that Link did have the datapoint, he could freely go about the Spaceport - with Sword, bow, and shield. This change of status was of course one that he responded to very, very maturely.
And if Link just so happened to often end up near the local station security, staring at them with his usual emotionless, blank-faced expression, well, that was just chance. He definitely wasn't purposely antagonising them with the fact that they couldn't kick him off the Spaceport anymore. Nope, not at all.
iii. Ultrahand for hire
When Link wasn't needlessly goading the local law enforcement, he threw himself into doing everything he could to get the money they needed. And while Link's usual money-making trick of picking up anything and everything he came across before selling it on mass wasn't really something he could do here.
But as it turns out, someone who could telekinetically lift up large objects - and then magically stick them to other objects through some sort of supernatural green glue - was very much in demand.
He'd set up in an open space, with a hazily written sign that says "Will make things for money". Despite that extremely vague sign, word had apparently managed to get out, because there was a pretty decent line in front of him. As well as a small crowd, who looked to be here just to watch Link at work.
And the things he was putting together were definitely eclectic. Some were repairs: reattaching a leg to a broken chair, putting a wheel back on a vehicle. Others seemed more like elaborate engineering projects...or like bizarre modern art pieces. It was a bit hard to tell, sometimes.
iv. Pink Aliens are Sus [closed to Keith]
Link had not been sure what to make of the oddly Agrii-like pink aliens. But since he'd only ever had brief glimpses of them off in the distance, he hadn't been something he'd focused on too much.
At least, not until the alien that reminded him of a very small blue rhino. Despite the fact that Link was often heavily armored, he didn't usually intimidate people. But this alien was intimidated...because they thought he might be like the pink aliens.
"Stay away," the alien had said. Well, Link's not very inclined to do that. So he starts actively looking, using his paraglider to get up high for a good look.
He hasn't found any yet. But he does spot Keith, and paraglides over to drop right next to him.
"...Hi," he says.
v. Wildcard!
[[OOC: Choose your own adventure! Let me know if you'd like to set up anything not covered by the above]]
WHERE: Spaceport NG-102
WHAT: Link gets the Security datapoint and does not like it
WHEN: During the port job event
WARNINGS: None so far
i. Cue montage of getting repeatedly kicked out
The first time Link got kicked out for bringing the Sword that Seals the Darkness onto the Spaceport, he thought it was a minor set back. No problem, he'd just cover it up.
Covering it up, alas, did not work. Neither did telling them that it was a sacred object, or trying to pretend it was a really big walking stick, or even shoving it down the back of a really long tunic that he was wearing, and pretending that it was an accessory.
Each time, they found him. Each time, the Spaceport station security team would march him back to the Glitter Food.
At least they did not attempt to touch the Sword. Not after the first time send one of the guards unconscious. But with each attempt, the team escorting Link back got larger and larger - and more and more hard-faced.
Link was not a popular person with the authorities right now.
ii. Nevermind Ganondorf, station security is Link's true nemesis
So...Link had been forced to switch to the Security datapoint, saying goodbye to his beloved Agriculture datapoint.
No longer could he instantly recognise all over the plants. No longer did he have innate knowledge of even better ways to cook. All because the local guards wouldn't let him have his Sword.
But now that Link did have the datapoint, he could freely go about the Spaceport - with Sword, bow, and shield. This change of status was of course one that he responded to very, very maturely.
And if Link just so happened to often end up near the local station security, staring at them with his usual emotionless, blank-faced expression, well, that was just chance. He definitely wasn't purposely antagonising them with the fact that they couldn't kick him off the Spaceport anymore. Nope, not at all.
iii. Ultrahand for hire
When Link wasn't needlessly goading the local law enforcement, he threw himself into doing everything he could to get the money they needed. And while Link's usual money-making trick of picking up anything and everything he came across before selling it on mass wasn't really something he could do here.
But as it turns out, someone who could telekinetically lift up large objects - and then magically stick them to other objects through some sort of supernatural green glue - was very much in demand.
He'd set up in an open space, with a hazily written sign that says "Will make things for money". Despite that extremely vague sign, word had apparently managed to get out, because there was a pretty decent line in front of him. As well as a small crowd, who looked to be here just to watch Link at work.
And the things he was putting together were definitely eclectic. Some were repairs: reattaching a leg to a broken chair, putting a wheel back on a vehicle. Others seemed more like elaborate engineering projects...or like bizarre modern art pieces. It was a bit hard to tell, sometimes.
iv. Pink Aliens are Sus [closed to Keith]
Link had not been sure what to make of the oddly Agrii-like pink aliens. But since he'd only ever had brief glimpses of them off in the distance, he hadn't been something he'd focused on too much.
At least, not until the alien that reminded him of a very small blue rhino. Despite the fact that Link was often heavily armored, he didn't usually intimidate people. But this alien was intimidated...because they thought he might be like the pink aliens.
"Stay away," the alien had said. Well, Link's not very inclined to do that. So he starts actively looking, using his paraglider to get up high for a good look.
He hasn't found any yet. But he does spot Keith, and paraglides over to drop right next to him.
"...Hi," he says.
v. 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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"Then maybe you need to be seen as a part of the security team. Think about it, would you like it if someone carried a weapon into your palace and near your charge? This is them trying to protect their space."
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"But...the Agriculture datapoint," he says, looking...deflated. He'd have to let it go.
He doesn't want to let it go.
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"Will still be here when you return to the ship. Not like letting it go now keeps you from using it in the future," Gladio points out. "It's that, leave the sword behind, or don't go onto the station."
Sorry Link, it's just what it comes down to.
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His fingers grip the hilt tightly, like they don't want to ever let go.
"Zelda likes plants," he says softly. Yes, he wanted the datapoint for it's own sake - for how it helped with foraging and cooking - but it had been a connected to her too. Of knowledge that he could have for her.
He won't be able to tell her about the plants he comes across on the station. Won't get any knowledge that he can pass on. But then...he wouldn't be able to do that anyway. Zelda was gone.
His shoulders sink, defeated. "...I'll take the datapoint," he says. Though his voice is...flat. Resigned.
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"I'm sorry," he says, his voice soft as a hand reaches out to settle on Link's shoulder. "Maybe you can take a notepad with you. Draw the plants or make your own notes."
Would that be enough?
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And maybe if there's any he can afford to buy, he can take them with him. Look at them later, when he has the datapoint back.
He takes a deep breath. Straightens his shoulders. And starts to move towards the datapoints, to get this over with.
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That's the best Gladio can offer. Well, that and staying with Link as he does this. Walking with him is the best he can give.