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1; I've been the archer

WHO: Alec Lightwood (

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

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.

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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!”

"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?"

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?"

"I, um..."

Alec did not come here to make jam. But maybe it's bartering work for food, and he does want to eat, so he's not sure he has a choice.

"I guess so. Sure."

"Awesome. We'll eat something first, but then jam. Come on. Sandwiches work?"

And he's heading back toward the kitchen. Sorry, Alec, he's just excited to finally get to restock all the jams that Link and others made excessive use of in the last year.

"Anything is fine." Beggars can't be choosers and Alec's definitely a beggar right now. He's absolutely not going to have a problem with anything this guy offers.

After a moment, Alec figures he's probably meant to follow, so he does.

"Sandwiches and stew it is then. That's always ready between meal times. Come on back."

He slips past the counter and hip checks the door to the kitchen so he can make his way through.

"Are there designated meal times?" Is Alec violating done kind of schedule, to be here now? He'd come back if he had to.

"No, not really. There are hours we have more options out because it's sorta a meal, but I try to have options most of the time. Plus the kitchen is free use, provided you clean up after yourself."

He prefers people help out by providing food too, but that's not actually an obligation.

"That's good to know." Alec's been scavenging and sustaining himself with runes since he arrived; it helps knowing he might not have to do that. He also can't help wondering what he's done wrong. Maybe he didn't believe the glowing orb enough?

"What do you need me to do?"

Food is better than magic for feeding you though.

"Come back and wash your hands. Then eat a sandwich. Then I'll show you what to do."

Food is absolutely better than what Alec's been doing; even he knows it's not sustainable. It's just. He doesn't know how he should be, here. Feels lost, in more ways than one.

It's no one's problem but his own though.

"Okay," he says, following the guy's instruction to find a sink, and soap. Truly he's grateful for even that much, because basic necessities seem in short supply.

Then it's on to sandwich making, for which some of the ingredients are just plain, well, alien.

Of course they are. Alien world.

"I can tell you some of what these things taste like if you want."

"That would be helpful. I don't know if I'm in the mood for being adventurous." Maybe on another day, or maybe if Alec wasn't already hungry. But he's spent far too long sustaining himself with his runes to want to experiment too much right now.

"Unfortunately adventurous is what you've been pulled into," Tommy says. "So, uh, from Earth I'm presuming?"

Not something he can be sure of though.

"Adventure can come after sandwiches, maybe?" Alec's pretty darn hungry. And he knows he'll be much better companionship once that need is taken care of. But the fact that he's been using his runes in place of real food is starting to wear on him.

"Yeah," he answers. "New York City."

"The sandwiches are going to be an adventure. And I should have guessed. EVERYONE is from New York around here," Tommy rolls his eyes.

But he lays out a few things that aren't TOO strange. Some greens. Some bantha cheese, some dried baconroom slices.

"Oh." Maybe Alec should have stuck with his runes instead. But he's here now so he may as well eat, right? Even if some of the things the other guy sets out look weird. But if it's nourishing, Alec supposes that's all that matters right now.

"Is there something wrong about being from New York?" Alec wasn't born there, but maybe this guy has some weird thing against that particular city. Sports rivalries can get weird like that, right?

Okay, just try the food first, dude.

"No, not really. I'm just from Jersey, and I've lived in New York City. And there are so many New Yorkers here. It's funny."

He'll try the food. Not like he has much choice, right? And not like he thinks this guy is trying to deceive him.

"Huh. I wonder if certain geographic locations have a bigger draw or something." It's possible, right?

That would be a super waste of time for the smaller man to do. Besides, what's the point? No fun in that.

"Perhaps. I mean, for my group it's probably got to do with us actually being heroes and that being heavily focused in NYC."

Some people would probably find it fun to have a joke at the expense of the newbie. Alec's just lucky this guy doesn't seem like that.

"Ah. So the hero thing is actually what these aliens are looking for, and not just flattery?" If that case, why bring Alec here without his weapons? He can't fight and banish demons completely unarmed.

Oh, he can make tons of jokes. Does Alec want those? He could start right now.

"They want answers, and I think they have a lot less control than they seem to think they do. At least, that's what I thought when I learned about the cryo units. But I didn't study them."

He'd like to skip the practical jokes please. Those just get downright mean.

"Great." Not exactly the best situation to get thrown into. But complaining definitely won't get him anywhere. "There's what now?"

Yeah, Tommy can respect that.

"Cryo units. From what I heard. On the Agrii ship. I couldn't go into that room. It was..."

Upsetting. Very upsetting.

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