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revivalproject2020-07-10 09:24 pm
out_of_order) wrote in revivalproject2020-07-10 09:24 pm
A Diving Expedition
WHO: Cal Kestis, Jonathan Sims and Tony Stark
WHERE: The Flood Plain
WHAT: When one has rebreathers, one does underwater exploration
WHEN: A few days after being freed of Calibration hell
WARNINGS: N/A, will update as necessary
It was decided rather unanimously, and perhaps unsurprising given the time that had been spent in confinement. After being cooped up indoors with little place else to go, the opportunity to finally go elsewhere is a welcome one, and there seems no point in waiting. Besides, Cal can use the distraction. While he's not certain of exactly how many of their number have been sent away, it's difficult to miss at least one presence, strong in the Force as Altair was. Hopefully he would be back where he was meant to be.
Cal's looking forward to the outing, however, eager to be about and exploring with friends. Given the chosen venue, one might never guess from the way he's prepared. He's dressed as he usually is, BD-1 perched on a broken bit of wall, both beside the shallows of the eastern-most inner curve of the large lake that's taken up a good portion of the southwestern corner of the city.
It's a lot of area to cover, and the more he looks at it, the more he wonders just how deep it can be. The couple of times he's gone in probably haven't even covered very much of anything, and with so many places to look, he'd been practical and stuck to where he could make out the remnants of buildings. That seemed to be the most ideal place to find anything, anyway.
Glancing at his droid friend, he tilts his head. "They should be here soon. You ready, BeeDee?" The little droid borbles, wiggling eagerly, making the padawan laugh. "Yeah, it'll be a nice change of pace after all that." He turns, looking out towards the main road again for any signs of Jon and Tony.
WHERE: The Flood Plain
WHAT: When one has rebreathers, one does underwater exploration
WHEN: A few days after being freed of Calibration hell
WARNINGS: N/A, will update as necessary
It was decided rather unanimously, and perhaps unsurprising given the time that had been spent in confinement. After being cooped up indoors with little place else to go, the opportunity to finally go elsewhere is a welcome one, and there seems no point in waiting. Besides, Cal can use the distraction. While he's not certain of exactly how many of their number have been sent away, it's difficult to miss at least one presence, strong in the Force as Altair was. Hopefully he would be back where he was meant to be.
Cal's looking forward to the outing, however, eager to be about and exploring with friends. Given the chosen venue, one might never guess from the way he's prepared. He's dressed as he usually is, BD-1 perched on a broken bit of wall, both beside the shallows of the eastern-most inner curve of the large lake that's taken up a good portion of the southwestern corner of the city.
It's a lot of area to cover, and the more he looks at it, the more he wonders just how deep it can be. The couple of times he's gone in probably haven't even covered very much of anything, and with so many places to look, he'd been practical and stuck to where he could make out the remnants of buildings. That seemed to be the most ideal place to find anything, anyway.
Glancing at his droid friend, he tilts his head. "They should be here soon. You ready, BeeDee?" The little droid borbles, wiggling eagerly, making the padawan laugh. "Yeah, it'll be a nice change of pace after all that." He turns, looking out towards the main road again for any signs of Jon and Tony.
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The padawan shakes his head at Tony but grins, probably figuring he should have expected as much for an answer. "Yeah, we'll do that, Jon. And if you can manage to do something for the flavor, I'm sure we'd appreciate it." He's not sure how well that will go, given most remedies aren't made to be tasty. "Wouldn't mind the assistance at all," he adds at Jon's suggestion, nodding at the Archivist.
Turning to watch Tony gather his things, it seems that at least it's agreed upon that they get some food and rest, now that they're not playing chicken with the poison from their fishy encounter. Cal ducks his head to no avail at the hair ruffling, moving to run slightly numb fingers through his bangs. He waves a hand at Tony.
"We'll text," he adds with a smirk.
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The raised brow for Tony turns into a smile and a nod for Cal. "And I will see you as well. I just... Want to record a quick record while I'm here and the memory is still fresh, then I am headed for the library." As he says those words, Jon retrieves his tape recorder from his bag along with two tapes, giving each a quick look before selecting one of them. But rather than placing it in the recorder right away, he turns to BD-1. "And thanks to you I have enough fish to properly work with. So... Thanks for that."
Yes, Jon will stay behind a little longer. And he will make a short report once both Tony and Cal have left. Then listen to one of his pre-recorded tapes to re-energize and help with his own healing. Unaware to him, Jon is having pretty much the same idea as Tony. With the small difference that Jon doesn't plan to wait until the next day. It feels safer now, that they have just driven off that horrible swarm of water-creatures. And it is his fault that they were attacked in the first place and lost those other pieces they found. Therefore, he will retrieve them - And prove that he isn't entirely useless.