revivalproject | New Face in Town

WHO: Cobb Vanth and Whomever
WHERE: Hangar
WHAT: New arrival just hanging out watching the sunrise
WHEN: 2/8 early morning
WARNINGS: None.

Cobb watched the sunrise from the side of the hangar where he leant casually. He had his hands tucked under his arms to keep them warm. The temperatures here were a lot colder than he was used to. Back home, the first sun would've already been up making this pleasant for a few brief moments before the second one rose. There weren't many people out and about yet but he figured if he waited long enough he'd get a good look at a few.

This place was still new even though he had a better idea of situation. It wasn't a situation he liked much but well, he'd adjust. He wanted to walk around the town proper later to really get a feel for the layout. Right now, he felt pretty comfortable with the ships where he knew at least a few people.

He still hadn't figured out what exactly he'd do in this place. There didn't seem to be any real organization besides the ships themselves and who they'd let on. Weird little security measure that. He scratched at his chin a moment. Yeah, definitely a weird little place he had found himself in.

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And Jon will be happy to share what he has gathered. That’s what a library should be for anyway.

“Oh. Being prepared for anything is advisable. Vanishing people, waking up on other planets, being chased by your worst fears, finding yourself in the dreams of another person....” Jon trails off for a moment, then adds with a sigh, “Or the city being invaded by giant spiders.” He really would love to forget about that. But then again, he got a new scar to remember the event by.

The Archivist then takes a moment to consider the man again, inclining his head a little. “Your home world. It doesn’t happen to be Earth, does it.”

Oh, he was maybe going to hate it here.

He'd gotten used to the relative peace of Mos Pelgo. A whole bunch of trouble in one place just... didn't hold that much appeal. But he'd adjust, like always.

"No," he shakes his head. The name doesn't ring any bells either but his knowledge of the larger galaxy is a little spotty. "From Tatooine. It's a desert hellhole in case you're curious. Earth is your home?"

He doesn't want to assume but it feels pretty obvious.

Luckily Cobb has just narrowly avoided getting tossed into that spider invasion.

A nod from Jon. So this man isn't from Earth - Or a version of it, apparently. Which in general is always good to know to avoid needless misunderstandings.

"I don't believe Tatooine is represented on this planet so far. At least I don't recall anyone mention it yet. Earth tends to be more represented in those brought here - Though not necessarily my Earth." Which may be for the best, really. "It just... I am left amazed by how far the reach of their technology keeps proving itself. Different galaxies, dimensions, even times... They are capable to bring in people you thought long dead. It's... Daunting."

"Yeah, haven't met anyone from my stretch of desert. Did meet someone I know." Two someones if he counted the kid. They weren't native to Tatooine though. "But so far everyone I've met has been pretty decent."

The one asshole he had on his ship was the exception. That guy... Cobb was going to struggle with.

Daunting was one word for it. Terrifying is the one that comes to Cobb's mind. These things that had them were powerful and could make their lives hell. Cobb knew his past was tainting his view but, well, that thinking had kept him alive this long.

"Most of those brought here are quite agreeable in my experience." And he say s that despite having had his quarrels with a few of them himself. Even Tony. Heck, especially Tony! The way he has just shown up and inserted himself into Jon's life and decided it to be his rightful place. Which, Jon will have to admit, it has become.

But this is neither time nor place for these lamentations, so Jon takes a moment and takes a breath and then nods.

"I- I mean. Just let me know if there is anything I can help you with. Or if there are any further questions I might be able to answer."

"You seem to know a lot about those data points." Cobb shoves his hands in the pockets of his pants. "I haven't touched one yet. Don't like the idea of things poking around in my brain."

But they seemed to be useful, maybe a little necessary around here. He's considered touching one just to see what the hell it does. Kind of like he used to do with the Mandalorian armor.

"You got any idea if they take something from your brain to do it?" He doesn't want the aliens to know all his secrets. He's not exactly ashamed of his past, not fully or... it's complicated but he likes his privacy.

Fair enough. Not many actually approve of such intrusions.

Jon shrugs. “They erase the knowledge of your chosen expertise data point if you pick a new one. They don’t make you forget other things and-“ He pauses, frowning slightly. “The data points are not connected to things that happen during the storms, I’m afraid. Even those that refuse to touch any suffer the same hallucinations as those that touched several.”

Whoever is keeping them there, Atroma or Agrii or whoever, doesn’t use the data points to read anyone’s mind.

Well, that is something. These people can just poke around in his head, great. Cobb doesn't like that idea at all but like the rest of this situation there's not much he can do about it except grit his teeth and get through it.

"Alright, that's very helpful to know." Not reassuring at all like Cobb hoped but it's more than he knew before. Every little bit of information helps, he supposed.

"Might bother you with questions again in the future if you don't mind. You seem to know a lot about this place." Cobb wouldn't keep Jon much longer. The man probably had his own business to get to.

The Archivist nods. "Sure. I can be found at the former library most of the time, I suppose. Just- Be careful of the mothcat that has decided to live there as well. She can be a bit of a surprise when she decides to suddenly drop down on you." Jon prefers warning people to have anyone accidentally shoot the animal.

He gives the small bag he carries a short pat, then nods towards the ships. "I will just drop something off for the ship supplies. It will only be a moment."

Mothcat? Surely the man meant loth cat. Although, he'd seen some weird creatures around here. Maybe he really did mean something called a mothcat.

Well, that'll be fun to discover later.

"I ain't in charge around here. Do what ya need to." Cobb gave him a friendly nod and then went back to leaning against the hangar. There was still some early morning left to enjoy.

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