1; I've been the archer

[stoicandsarcastic]

WHO: Alec Lightwood (stoicandsarcastic) and you
WHERE: all over Temba
WHAT: new arrival
WHEN: mid-July
WARNINGS: none

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Temba
→ Whale Comb Sent Her;

Alec's wandered to the center in the hopes of finding some kind of supplies or something to help make his apparent stay here a little easier. He doesn't mind camping — not his favorite activity but he can do it — but the weather is hot and the amenities almost nonexistent. He's starting to accept that he's going to have to seek out both supplies and help.

He starts at the center. He's giving the data point there a wide berth, and he's not too sure about the replicator. Currently he's contemplating the supplies box. Do these so-called Agrii want him to just ask for something? Out loud? It seems weird, and like it can't possibly work.

→ Alien Target;

Similarly, Alec is browsing through the offerings at what appears to be a cross between a department store and a disaster area. He needs at least a change of clothes because his are getting a little, well, worn for the several days he's been here. It'd be nice to have something to wear so he can wash them.

He's not having much luck finding anything suitable though. Maybe he's in the wrong part of the place. Or maybe he needs to resign himself to a blanket toga for the duration of doing laundry.

→ Diner;

The space seems largely empty, which makes Alec think he might be in the wrong place. But no, it's set up to look like a restaurant, so it must be the diner, right? Hopefully. He's hungry, and he's not quite sure of the protocol he should be following here.

"Um... hello?" he calls into the empty space. "Anyone here?"

Network
→ Voice;

Still getting used to using this tablet. Can anyone tell me, all the icons on this home screen seem to be misspelled but I can't find the settings menu. Any ideas?

[This sure is the message of a man who has not realized how the Agrii interpret spelling.]

Other
→ Test Drive;

Want to continue a TDM thread? Let me know and I can tag it back. Prefer one of the prompts there instead of the ones above? We can totally do that instead. I'm assuming the TDM as game canon but have no problem ignoring those threads if you want to go in a different direction, just let me know either way.

→ Wildcard;

Have another idea entirely? Come at me here or hit me up at sometimesamuse or via PM. Want a more specific starter for your character? Let me know, I got you. Want to handwave an initial meeting and skip intros? I'm fine with that as well, let's hash it out. And as always, while I write starters in prose I'm happy to match brackets if that's your preference. You can find information about Alec here and his permissions are here.

Comments

Alien Target

[harderdaddy]

The clothes might not be the most fashion forward, but at least they're tailored for someone with Angel's height and limbs. And if he's being honest- off the clock he kind of prefers more cozy clothes, there just ain't been an off the clock in a long while.

He's just been changing in the middle of the store. He's a porn star, he's not exactly shy, but he does pause when he spots Alec. He finishes tugging the garment over his head and gives a little spin.

"What'd yah think? Cute? Should I go for a different colour? You ain't seen nothin' pink around here, have yah?"

[stoicandsarcastic]

"Uh..." Alec's fashion sense is black on black with an occasional pop of grey. But at least this guy seems to have the correct number of limbs for everything Alec's seen so far.

Also, he's totally averting his gaze if those pants drop.

"It looks fine?" He's so helpful.

[harderdaddy]

"Fine??" he repeats, definitely not seeing that as good enough. Rejected then.

Eh, don't worry about it, nothing to see right now anyways. Though he does pause, looking he guy over with an appraising expression, not quite sure based on looks alone. "How old are you?" he checks almost suspiciously. It's his natural instinct to flirt shamelessly with most everyone he sees, but he does his best to tone down that side of his personality around kids.

[stoicandsarcastic]

Poor pink spidery guy, stuck with Alec for opinions. He'd have been better off with Alec's sister, the fashionista of the family. Alec himself isn't too fashion literate. "Does it matter much, if it's functional?"

Then again, this guy probably has his pick of whatever, considering that he seems to have the right number of limbs for the clothes. Alec's starting to wonder if he's going to have to make do with an extra set of sleeves.

He's not sure why his age matters so much, but it seems a harmless enough question. "Twenty-three," he answers, easily enough.

Diner

[crystalmaster]

A biker punk soon comes out from the kitchen. "Hi!" he greets. Perhaps not the greeting one might expect from a biker punk. "Sorry, I was putting some stew on the stove. Can I get you some? Or something else?"

[stoicandsarcastic]

Certainly not the greeting Alec expects, but there's so much else about this place that's weird that he doesn't think he has much room to comment.

"I don't have any money to pay for it," he warns, just in case that changes anything for the guy. Alec doesn't want to eat a meal and find out afterwards that it had strings attached.

[crystalmaster]

"Neither does anyone else," the biker smirks. "We kinda don't worry about money here. Which is annoying for me as a businessman, but eh, what would I even buy in this place anyway?

"I'm Radley. Are you new?"

He tries to keep up with everyone coming in, but knows he might miss some now and then.

[stoicandsarcastic]

"No money? Sounds to good to be true." Though that didn't mean no other forms of payment, barter or trade or whatever.

"I guess in that case yes. If the offer hasn't expired." Stew isn't his idea of a summer meal but beggars aren't going to be good critics.

Alec nods, then follows it with, "yeah, only been here a few days. Still figuring things out." A beat. "I'm Alec."

[Voice]

[tyrants_son]

I'm afraid that that is simply the way the Agrii have translated more complicated words. They do not have the most solid grasp of the language and often break down anything more than a singular syllable, piecing it together with words that are. An extreme exercise of phonetics, in a way.

As for settings, there isn't any obvious access. What are you trying to accomplish?

[Voice]

[stoicandsarcastic]

Oh. That's strange but I guess if it's their thing...

[Oh Alec you don't even know.]

I was just gonna see if there was a setting to fix the spelling but I guess not.

[Voice]

[tyrants_son]

Unfortunately no. I suppose one with Communications could edit things, but no one has bothered.

[And if no one else has bothered, he hasn't troubled himself with it either.]

[Voice]

[stoicandsarcastic]

Ah. I guess it's not important then. But good to know that's the way it is, I thought mine was broken.

Whale Comb Sent Her

[buildingitsir]

Alec might not be sure about the replicator, but there's a short teen at it. Completely normal looking teen here, judging from the back. Black shirt, jeans, and a black NYC hoodie tied around his waist. The replicator beeps and then York's turning, with two things of coffee in his hands. The teal glow under the shirt is prominent, and matches his eyes.

He gives Alec a wary look. "Who the fuck are you?"

[stoicandsarcastic]

For a minute, Alec feels a pang of homesickness at seeing that hoodie. He's alone here, as far as he can see; his friends and family back home. He doesn't know how they're doing and he can't help worrying.

The greeting seems a little rude though, especially since Alec isn't anywhere near the teen. They could have peacefully ignored each other.

"I'm Alec," he replies, then adds, "new here."

[buildingitsir]

Rude? York? Naaaaah, never. (If it's opposite day.) He stands there, holding the hot coffees, unbothered for now by the heat seeping into his hardware.

The android seems tense, watching the newcomer without moving from his position by the replicators, and doesn't seem to relax upon the exchange of information. The teal glow turns to gold, then back to teal after a moment, then does York relax.

"Cool, I guess. I'm York. If you're looking for food, you'd be better off at the diner I think. Unless you want coffee."

[stoicandsarcastic]

The whole thing is weird. The glow at the trend chest, the way his eyes flicker and shift, his attitude. Alec hadn't even come near him or snuck up on him or anything. But then again, maybe he's just a typical New Yorker and a certain level of brusqueness is inherent.

"Not really," he says, though it's good to know. "Clothes. I only have what I came here in."

Alien Target

[faceguy]

Leo hasn’t been in the shops much, mainly because he doesn’t wear a lot of clothes. He especially doesn’t want to wear clothes right now, while it’s hot as fire outside.

Actually, he was carrying a box of supplies but decided to duck in here to cool off for a few minutes. With the power going it’s much cooler in here.

He isn’t expecting anyone to be here (it’s a small town, after all), so he’s surprised when he sees a human(?) rummaging around.

“Hard to find something in your size, huh?” he says, setting the box he was carrying on the floor.

[stoicandsarcastic]

That—

That sure is a human-sized turtle. Humanoid turtle? Turtleoid human? Tortoise?!?

It's—

Alec's staring. He should. Not do that.

Any day now. Any day.

(Maybe just give him a minute.)

[faceguy]

Oh wow. It’s been awhile since Leo got this kind of response.

He stands and stares back at Alec until the silence starts to grow awkward, then he grins bigger and strikes a pose.

“I get it,” he says, flipping his mask tails like they’re hair. “I’m so handsome it’s left you speechless. I do have that effect.”

Diner

[doubled_speed]

Of course someone is here. Tommy is here. Coming in after Alec, with a large crate of collected fruit under one arm, and a replicated sack of sugar under the other. It’s jam making time.

“Hey, welcome. You’re clearly new. Like Jam? It’s jam day!”

[stoicandsarcastic]

"Uh..."

Alec will swear that no one was behind him just a second ago. He's not so tired (or hungry) to miss someone on his heels, right? But here's this guy coming in immediately after Alec and jabbering about jam.

What is his life even. "What?"

[doubled_speed]

Call him Odysseus because he's Nobody and can't go home. Oh well. He smiles at the new guy and steps past him, still grinning.

"I'm making jam. Do you like jam? Wanna help?"

Whale Comb Sent Her

[thelastechidna]

A three-foot red echidna with gloves and shoes is walking over to the replicator and supplies box at this time. He briefly studies Alec's uncertainty.

"You're not sure what to do either, huh?" he greets.

[stoicandsarcastic]

"Not a clue," Alec replies. He hasn't been able to find any instructions on the tablet either. It's probably just his luck.

He glances over at the speaker and does a double take. That sure wasn't a human figure. Guess aliens really are real, huh?

[thelastechidna]

((OOC: Oh gosh, I don't know how I missed this tag! Ugh, I wish Outlook wouldn't group messages from the same post together. It can cause this to happen. So sorry!))

"I don't really use it either," the echidna says. "In fact, I haven't ever tried. I've seen others uses it, though."