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♤ Bored of Being Bored Because Being Bored is Boring

WHO: Cayde-6 and you!
WHERE: Around Temba and maybe its outskirts
WHAT: Catch-All for the rest of May, Cayde doing Cayde things
WHEN: From now until the end of the month
WARNINGS: N/A

Still Life (For Jon)
Although Cayde had given himself some wiggle room for the possibility of tardiness in his arrival due to distraction, there really isn't very much along the route to the library to do so, or around the city in general. Unless something was on fire (haha...who'd do that?) or there were some strange noises that begged investigation, nothing pulled the Exo off course as he wound his way to his destination.

"Jon?" In a building this big and this empty, his voice is much louder than intended, not that it seems to bother him terribly. He looks around for the Archivist and the still he'd come to help move, gaze sweeping the shelves as though in hopes of spotting anything new amongst the shelves. And when there proves none of the latter, not that he's terribly surprised, Cayde sets a book of his own in an innocuous spot, fancying it like a bit of a treasure hunt for the self-proclaimed librarian. No notes scrawled in this one ~~yet~~, a collection of some several novels of The Lone Ranger.

The Exo innocently continues along towards the desk he'd seen last time. "Am I late?"

The Hole In the Ground
It's big. It's gaping. And Cayde really wants to know what's going on in there. Of course, he'd feel better about jumping down a dark, mysterious hole in the ground with a loaded gun and plenty of spare ammunition. Having Sundance along for the ride would be even better. Yet that hasn't completely stopped him from considering...

He's standing at the edge, as close as he can get without pitching over as he tries to spy...well, anything, really. And if he's not doing that, he's looking for some rocks to toss in, just to listen for how far it is to the bottom. ...there's a bottom to this thing, right?

AKA the Greenhouse
The Exo's figured he should have a look at what all the agricultural building has to offer. It'd be nice to know what can be potentially made into drinks, basic and fermented, because what's a bar without beverages? That Tommy kid seemed to know about the stuff that was in here, at least. At this rate Cayde's sure anyone would know more than him in this place as he just stares at the spread of greenery, and are those blue bananas?

Yeah, this isn't exactly his scene.

The Bar Project
Maybe you've seen him in passing as he makes his way to and from the nest of buildings (O-13) in the southeastern (orange) quadrant of the city. It's an interesting collection of structures for the fact that whatever had happened in however much time had passed while Agra 10 had lapsed into disrepair, water had completely filled the space in the center of the small fortress-like formation, enclosed by the walls that adjoined each of the six towers making up the complex.

Sometimes he goes through a door. Other times he decides to be weird and scale the wall or one of the towers. He doesn't seem terribly concerned with being seen or followed, and should the latter find him in someone's otherwise unexpected company, well, he'll roll with it.

((OOC: As always, will match format if you prefer action over prose, etc!))

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"'Know' things?" he echoes, producing finger quotes at the emphasis. "Huh. So things just...come to you?" It sounds both handy and a pain, considering some of the random topics he'd skimmed on the desk. "You should get a typewriter. You seem like a typerwriter kind of guy."

Cayde turns and follows Jon to the still then, eyes brightening at the object in question. "Ooh. Maybe he just really likes booze. Or thinks we need to do some serious production. Looks good though! I'm not complaining. One less thing for me to try figuring out."

The first bit gets a short shrug from Jon "Pretty much. Most of it is useless. Like someone opened up a random site on the internet and shoved it into my head. But sometimes... It's something I can work with? And I'd rather have my laptop, to be honest. A digital database would be a lot more helpful instead of creating a massive mess." He adds another shrug and he lets his eyes drop down to the parts before him. One is a big kettle almost half his size, next to it a smaller one, filled with various smaller parts.

"Right. I suppose he just wants to see some results - And I may just owe him those." If only for attacking him twice already - And for sticking around much longer than he was likely comfortable with after that second incident.

He gestures towards the larger piece "Can you take that one?"

"Can't you just get one from the replicator? A laptop? It should be able to spit one of those out." Cayde strokes at his chin as he thinks. "Or figure out what all the Agrii might have used- they don't seem unfamiliar with technology so maybe there's something of it that still functions." Although any dealings with the Agrii just seems to promise a headache along the line.

"Results, huh? Well in that case, I hope his still works." He does give Jon a questioning look at that. What sort of deals clandestine have been struck between the Archivist and the Transhumanist?

Cayde glances at the still pieces and steps closer to the larger of the set. "Yeah, sure. Make me do all the heavy lifting," he says, not without a smirk as he stoops down to lift the thing.

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The Archivist shoots back a look of innocence while picking up his share of the load, making it a point to not show any sign of struggling with it "That was the plan, Cayde. I'm sure you will manage." Of course the Exo will have to lead the way from there.

The suggestion of trying to acquire a laptop from the replicator? Now that gets Cayde a little snort.

"Right. Because the Agrii certainly run their space ships on Windows." He actually chuckles lightly at his own words. Jon may not be the most adept at dealing with technology, but even he expects a space ship running on Windows to... Not get very far. "Besides, we only have to look at the data points to get an idea what they work with. An Agrii laptop likely is little more than the spheres we found the remains of in the library. No screen or keyboard, likely just linking directly into your mind. Your mind becomes the screen and all your files and documents you browse through mentally and- Ha! Imagine one of those Sergey Ushanka chat bots running inside your head!" A disturbing idea for Jon, who got a little carried away by his own train of thought.

Cayde forces a heavier than necessary sigh as he straightens up with his load. It's more an awkward size than weight, but he manages to get it situated against him where he can see around it. "All right, let's go. Hope you're up for a walk," he says, starting back towards the doors.

"Oh, that's true. They don't seem to have much concept of privacy, do they?" Jamming information in people's skulls, yanking them from wherever they were and depositing them wherever they pleased. "Heh, that sounds like it could be a real headache though. I'd rather type my searches than think them, got enough going on in here without extra voices."

He cuts between the library and the civic center with the intent of getting to the main stretch of road so they wouldn't have to deal with too many obstacles on the way towards the Towers.

Well, Jon rarely is up for a walk. He's much more of a basement-dwelling desk-person than being out in the open much. Still he will follow along without complaint, if at a slower tempo than the Exo. So far the way isn't too bad, at least. Yes, there are holes in the ground and rubble to step around, but it's in the middle of the day and at least he can spot the obstacles in time. Hopefully.

He gives a slightly bemused snort at Cayde's commentary on extra voices.

"You really think they would bother with adding voices? I would rather expect them to tie the streams of information directly to our thoughts." Jon pauses briefly, glancing up "Which wouldn't be any different from what I already have to put up with. Having to tell apart that from my own thoughts can be difficult already. Just.... I feel I'm better off just writing everything down manually for now."

If he can't, at least Cayde makes the effort to point out things like potholes and rubble or an extra overgrowth of weeds as they progress. There unfortunately aren't many opportunities for shortcuts, not that most would consider a Guardian's shortcuts practical when they tended to leap over walls and up buildings and things to get around. The quickest way between two points is a straight line, after all.

"And that is exactly why I'm not volunteering to touch any of those data orb things. Maybe you should write up a tutorial on manners for them along with whatever other lessons you had planned."

Once they come to the main road, he nods towards the clocktower before turning his back on it to head onward. "That's where I hang out whenever I'm not everywhere else," he decides to mention. "Fair warning, there's no railing to the stairs and some of the steps have seen better days."

"I... Actually have written that one up already." Jon admits while making himself appear preoccupied with shifting through two larger pieces of a collapsed nearby building. Of course he has certain priorities for these lessons he has been planning "Though the data points aren't really that bad. In fact, I wouldn't mind working with a slightly altered version of them - Preferably one not so prone to breaking." Going by all the broken glass that had been in the library, there has once been a massive amount of knowledge in that building.

Knowledge that is now all gone.

Jon casts a look towards the clocktower once it is being pointed out and raises a brow "Can't say that isn't oddly fitting for you, actually. And don't worry, I'm not very likely to break into your chosen home. Agrii stairs are... Well. I find them a little troublesome to climb." As obviously the Agrii have much longer legs than your average human. And Jon can't claim to be a very tall human. "Please tell me the view from up there is at least worth the effort."

That gets a laugh from the Exo. "Of course you do." He's amused, probably because his suggestion had been a partial jest. After all, he can't say that it wouldn't be practical...if the Agrii can manage to understand it.

"Kind of weird though, don't you think? The library's wiped out, but there's still certain points sitting around and functional. Either they managed to set those up or they're tougher than the standard ones. Or someone went and broke things on purpose."

Cayde grins over his shoulder, not that he really catches a look at Jon with the motion, but he continues towards the orange sector. "Now why would I tell you where I live, expecting you to break into it. The stairs ain't so bad though, although after that blackout I guess maybe I should consider some lanterns or something so no one goes killing themselves on 'em. But the view's great. Main reason I scoped it out."

It's a small, abstruse noise Jon makes at Cayde's laugh and verbal commentary. Because it's not untrue.

"To be fair, the spheres at the library were a lot smaller. More delicate than the ones we can find outdoors. I'm not surprised to find them more breakable, to be honest." A rather simple observation. "Still. It's a shame not a single one survived. I... I think I would have liked to have access to some more of their knowledge." The idea that someone destroyed them on purpose.... Well. It's not one Jon likes. But vandalism is a thing.

...and so is war.

He takes his eyes off the tower and back on the road ahead, adjusting the weight in his arms "Well. Maybe one day I come to check out the views - If you promise not to throw me off your tower."

"Hey, you think maybe they might've lost all that knowledge as well? Packed up in a hurry, have been living off-site for how long... Although some things still don't add up."

It never fails, you go down one line of thought with the Agrii and branches of questions just sprout without you even trying. Cayde figures it's better to wait until they've got an opportunity to ask than to throw around assumptions. At least for now.

"Now what kind of person do you take me for?" he asks, turning on his heel to eye Jon before he smiles and whips around again to complete the twirl, his raggedy cloak trailing after him. "Anyway, I have no reason to be tossing anyone off my tower unless they came asking for it."

"Honestly, I don't know. I'd like to ask them directly. Get the chance to actually communicate with them. Or... Well. Anyone off this planet. Risa has been a chance, but..." Jon trails off, not daring to try and shrug in order to maintain his hold on the parts he's carrying. At least he's still holding up alright so far? Who would have thought...

He does, however, incline his head a little at the Exo "You?" Jon asks, his voice shifting slightly at the challenge. "I take you for a reckless person, if you really want an answer to that. Little to lose, few attachments. Set for a purpose where you are from, yet lacking it here, away from all you knew before. A little lost, like all of us. Trying to find something to hold on to - And willing to take risks others would not dare to take. Make sacrifices others wouldn't. Honest - For the most part. Someone willing to lend a hand where it's needed, but also a little on the negligent side." He pauses and turns his head in a way to hide his face behind the items he is carrying. "I... I take you for a person I can trust. One of... Few."

At least they had the same idea when it came to figuring where they'd get any actual information. The main problem was that the opportunities were severely lacking.

The question had been more of a rhetorical one, a snappy comeback. An actual response is something Cayde hadn't expected, and he falls completely silent as the Archivist takes up the challenge. The Exo's steps slow in pace just a touch, the gravel crunching underfoot only seeming to emphasize the lack of anything said on his own part.

He continues to walk, continues to face forward, listening to every word said, every point listed. If Jon were firing a gun, he'd have punched a hole through the target, hitting the same mark with each subsequent shot.

The silence stretches on maybe a good few if perhaps uneasy seconds after Jon finally finishes with his confession. It's broken with a soft chuckle, one colored in genuine amusement.

"Remind me to never play poker with you," Cayde replies, stealing a glance over his shoulder with a shake of his head and the faintest suggestion of a smirk. "You'd have my tells all laid out before we played a second hand."

"To be fair, I doubt you would have a chance to win if we were to play poker, indeed. So... Good call." Jon replies casually, but not with a somewhat teasing hint of amusement in his voice. He may not have many extremely useful skills for their situation, but there are a few things he can do. Some of them extremely useless.

He flexes his hands while holding onto his share of the load, one hand a t a time, feeling a certain numbness creeping into his limbs.

"So... How much further down this road it is? We must have crossed most of the city by now." Don't quote him on this. He may be good at poker, but his sense of direction or feeling of distance is a disaster.

That sounds like a good baiting to at least try once, just to see how disastrous a turn out that would be, but at least he'd know not to put down any money. Not that anyone probably had anything worthwhile to bet around here anyway.

Cayde jerks his head in a nod towards a clump of tall buildings connected by walls in the near distance. "Just down that way. We can follow the main roads right by it." And it is a fair walk, he'd have to admit. That seems to be true for getting just about anywhere though. "Having a sparrow would really come in handy. Or even a car, I guess. You use those? All the ones I've seen are rusted out back home."

And Jon won't stop the Exo from trying. But the Archivist knows his games.

He directs his attention to the indicated buildings, inclining his head a little before admitting "Well, this is a part of the city I haven't been to yet." Then he nods at Cayde's question "Cars, yes. One of the most common means of transportation back on Earth. I... I never owned one. Don't even have a driver's license. There's a lot of public transport in London. Now... What's a sparrow?"

"It's not a bad area. A little wet, but not so much as that way." Hard to miss the huge lake that sat between the road and the power plant, although Cayde has to wonder if there should be some concern about that placement, which he was sure was previously unplanned.

"Sparrows are basically bikes- no wheels, shoots across distances like an arrow, a lotta fun. Although probably not practical for transporting anything more than one or two people, so there's that."

Jon raises a brow at the description of these wheel-less bikes.

"I feel that your idea of fun and mine vary, Cayde." Greatly. Jon may not mind a little speed, but being shot like an arrow? His stomach might disagree with that.

"Though I wonder if your world even has any harmless fun to offer."

That had been more of a metaphor, but sparrows did have a kick to them, so Jon's stomach probably wouldn't be safe from such a joyride.

"To each their own, Jon. To each their own," Cayde replies, giving a little shrug. He could actually do for a stretch; while the weight isn't too much of a bother, holding this big old contraption for this long still puts a strain on you. Not much farther though, thankfully. He supposes they'll have to take the long way in than up through one of the windows.

"I guess when you take permanent death out of the picture, people do tend to get more creative with the things they find to entertain themselves. But thankfully not everyone's a Guardian. They can still enjoy things like the good ol' days. And sometimes we can learn a thing or two from 'em."

Indeed, to each their own. And Jon sure would like to go back to his most exciting hobbies of watching documentaries and reading non-fiction - And maybe go for a thrilling ride on a merry go round every once in a while. But, alas. His life unfortunately has ceased to be devoid of excitement and even the Archivist has become remotely more social over the past few years.

He still prefers the less exiting way of entering a building, thank you very much.

"From the looks of it you are about to pic up a comparably safe way spending your time anyway." Jon suggests, nodding down to the parts he is carrying - And hoping to soon be able to set down. "Once all of this is set up, you can start experimenting with different ingredients and go wild." This is Jon's idea of excitement, Cayde. Chemical experiments and their outcomes.

Entering through a window isn't exciting, it's practical! Especially when most of the lower levels are water-damaged. Cayde heads around one side of the high walled structure to a doorway that must have been forced in for the way the door more or less leaned against the wall than actually connected with the doorway anymore.

"I think you and me have very different definitions of going wild, Jon," he says, turning the earlier exchange back on the Archivist, the glow of his optics only suggesting a more mischievous tinge to the smile he casts over his shoulder. He leads the way inside what appears to be a stairwell that had definitely seen better days, moss coating the edges and along the walls, a path through them worn faintly where Cayde mounts the steps on his way up. Thankfully it's not too many flights.

The floor is a mid-level one, the space free of the moisture that overtook most of the level below. Cayde ducks into the doorway and steps aside for Jon, beaming with pride at his find and his accomplishments so far. The place has been cleared out, a few scavenged pieces of furniture sitting off to the side, not yet decided for placement. It's a bit dark, save for a few sconces that glow along the wall. The majority of the light comes from the large windows facing what would have been a sort of inner courtyard so far as the Exo was able to tell, except the light filtered in a blue-green tinge, wavering and alive for the fact that what sat outside was a lake.

The Archivist doesn't bother to hide the small chuckle in response to Cayde's comment. Obviously there is no doubting that little fact, so what good would arguing do anyway.

The trip up those stairs? Oh..... well. Definitely not Jon's favorite part of this little tour. Just what sort of needlessly long legs do the Agrii have to leave these sorts of stairs behind? Climbing them to begin with is always taxing enough. But climbing them while carrying half of a still?

Definitely. Not. Fun.

Jon arrives at the destination with notable delay and nearly drops what he has been carrying right upon entering the apartment the Exo has chosen. He manages another four steps before not quite dropping everything, but still setting it down quicker than necessary before tumbling a few steps away from it to take in his surroundings.

"Oh." Is his first assessment and he turns around slowly, still not fully trusting his footing after that climb, eventually spotting the windows - and just what's outside. "...oooh."

"That- That's not bad, actually." Jon admits after almost half a minute of fully gathering himself back up, then casts Cayde a slightly teasing look. "The climb remains dreadful."

At least Jon doesn't have to carry all of a still. Cayde sets his own load down, rolling back his shoulders before stepping along after Jon, watching the man take in the rest of the place with a smile.

The water has its own life sustained within the confines of the Tower walls, a literal window into another world within another world. The water level itself isn't too much higher than where they are now, allowing for more external light to come through. Cayde couldn't have planned it better himself. He steps up beside Jon, arms folded, and he grins back at the comment from the other.

"Maybe you can design a lift out the back window," he jokes in turn. "Although I doubt the building's up to code for an upgrade like that. I can set up a slide for an easier trip down at least." The thought of drunken people sliding out the window makes him snicker.

Jon has stepped up to the windows to look outside for a few moments and wondering just what they might be able to observe - To learn...

His brief line of wondering is interrupted by the suggestion of a lift followed by the notion of a slide, causing the Archivist to cast a look over his shoulder at the Exo, a rare, wry smirk on his face "Only if you set up a pool at the end of that slide, Cayde. And add enough lights to it. Wouldn't want for anyone to get hurt, right?"

Leaving the window, Jon wanders back to the parts they brought all this way here and begins laying them out, checking if everything made the trip alright.

"So where exactly do you want to set it up?"

"Are we endorsing pool parties now?" Cayde grins. Pool parties sound like an amazing thing. "I do like the idea of more lights. Maybe only so many in here though. Hey, how hard is it to make a neon sign? Because I really want a neon sign now."

Oh, right. The still. The Exo turns around and follows Jon to the parts, turning his head towards another doorway that looks to lead to a side room. "Probably in there. Big enough for storage and a still, I think. There's a table-shelf thingy in there that looks sturdy enough for this thing."

♤ Bored of Being Bored Because Being Bored is Boring

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