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[deal_me_in]

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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[beholding_archivist]

"Puppy?" Jon repeats the little pet name with some bemusement, but keeps putting the last few pieces together without any actual interruption and starts on the finer adjustments. But he gives a nod.

"The actual brewing will take a while. It makes sense to start it right away unless you want to have a bar without drinks."

[deal_me_in]

"Jon, a bar without drinks ain't a bar." Cayde looks up from the notes to eye the Archivist as though the very suggestion he'd just made was insane. He breaks it with a grin. "And anyway, that's the whole point of the place. Well, about ninety-five percent anyway."

Maybe a little less than that, but he still stands by his first declaration.

[beholding_archivist]

"Unless it's a dog bar." Comes the somewhat cheeky response. It's the type of response that requires a certain level of trust from the Archivist. One that doesn't quite fit the demeanor he likes to portrait on a daily base. Apparently helping someone set up a sustainable source of alcohol serves as a solid enough base to permit such little jabs.

[deal_me_in]

The Exo wags a finger at Jon, but he maintains a grin. He misses exchanges like this, and anyone displaying some humor in any given circumstance goes far in his book. It might also be a small relief that the Archivist can let down those walls sometimes, although that wild laugh he'd heard in the library from him the other time hasn't been forgotten.

"How's it lookin'?" He wanders over to see how those adjustments are going. Really, if Jon didn't want interruptions he should have sent Cayde out on a long errand.

[beholding_archivist]

The raised finger is met with an innocent shrug and Jon at last takes his hand away from his task.

"It should be usable now. Which means you will have to gather some ingredients and- Well. Follow the instructions?" Something like that. "You can always send me a message should have have questions."


[[ ooc: Fair warning that I oocly have no idea how any of this works, so all instructions come in a purely hand-wave-y manner. ]]

[deal_me_in]

Rubbing his his hands together gleefully, Cayde steps over to inspect the still up close, now that it's completely assembled. Hey, who's he to complain? It certainly looks still-like.

"I already feel like a professional!" he grins, elbowing Jon lightly. "Thanks pal. This is great! Guess the rest is on me." Instructions, muh. Well, he supposes he'd better if he wants this to work out right. He'd also feel a little bad if he didn't follow through after Tony and Jon had gone through the trouble for him. Not often does he get support for his ideas, after all!

"Will do. Lookin' forward to see this baby work its magic."

((OOC: Haha, no worries, neither do I! Handwavey magic is the best.))