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At least it's not actually raining men

WHO: Ripley & OPEN
WHERE: Around Temba
WHAT: Settling in, disclaimers that this isn't her fault (pink hearts, sparkly glitter)
WHEN: V-Day (and a few days after)
WARNINGS: Possible language (Ripley has a dirty mouth)

She'd been there a day now. A day to poke around and find a place that wasn't too close to the rest of them, but not too far either. Not hers- not yet, but hers for now. It was in the area near the Flood Plain. One of the residences somewhere in the middle. She'd been listening on the network, going past to see what was and what wasn't. The Flood Plain had food in ready supply if she needed it, things she could hunt. Things that might try hunting her. It almost felt natural.

It wasn't too far from the bar she'd met the android, Cayde, in. Close to the meat of the place, since she'd yet to see humans pass up a place to go to drink themselves stupid when the situation called for it.

She'd been about to leave to go hunting, see what there was in terms of sport and violence here, when the sky had opened up above her. All over Temba, it seemed. She held her hand out when she saw that it wasn't doing any damage to the area around her. Flecks of glitter stuck to her hand, a little pink heart joining the flecks to stick to her before she wiped it off. Or, tried to. It didn't seem to want to come off, sticking to her and just moving to another part of her body. "Great."

What a welcome. She managed to drag together a blanket to toss over herself to protect her from the worst of it, but... well. There was glitter raining from the sky, and someone had left something on the pad she'd made a nest of when she got back to the room she'd claimed. A note. Fangs. And a pink ball of fluff that she kicked off to the side.

After a half a day of glitter-rain, she took to the network.

username: ripley Does this happen often? Is there some sort of weather schedule to look out for to avoid this? Whatever this is.

For the next few days, Ripley will be found using blankets and tarps as coverings when she ventures out, looking for food, information, and trying to figure out where she fits in this strange new city. Find her wherever you like, looking for things, attempting to scavenge, or eying the data points with curiosity.

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"Yes, some more than a year," Lauri-Ell confirms. But not many, she thinks. Not at this point.

She nodded as she took that in, giving the tarp a flick again as the glitter accumulated on it. She looked up at the sky, then back at Lauri-Ell. "This kind of thing happen often?"

"Not to my experience," Lauri-Ell offers with a shrug. "It's better than spiders, though."

She smiles and continues on her path toward the diner. But she does think to gesture for the woman to join her.

"Let us see if young Thomas has put out food yet. Or found a solution for the glitter."

It wasn't as if she had better plans in mind other than scoping out the area and avoiding having to dig glitter out of her pants. "I'd heard about the spiders. Not sure if I'm glad I missed it or not."

Lauri-Ell started to move, and Ripley fell in step with her. "Who's Thomas and why would there be food?"

"You should be glad. They were annoying."

Annoying. Most people would use stronger words. She had merely been annoyed.

"Thomas Shepherd. He is one of the few who manage the greenhouse, and he runs the diner. Multiple meals a day."

She does not know why the speedster does it. But he does.

"There are also the ships. There is protein paste."

'Annoying' was always a relative term. What was annoying for one was fun for another, and vice versa.

Finding out about a diner was good. She hadn't gotten that far in her perusal. That there was someone minding it was better information. It meant she couldn't just do as she pleased, the same as Cayde's bar. Knowing about the ownership was the first step in her decision as to whether she cared or not. "So we aren't going to be required to hunt for food if we don't want to- or aren't able to."

Also good to know, since she might be capable of some things, but not others. She'd never had to hunt for food before. She just assumed she could. "I've seen the ships. They don't seem to be working too well."

"No. There is free food when he, or whoever helps him, makes it," Lauri-Ell shrugs. Not that he's always there of course.

"They crashed into the planet apparently. In the storms."

That mental note of the food was a good thing to keep in mind. She nodded as she kept pace. "I noticed when I went to see them. How many here are capable of working on them? Or is that not on anyone's top five to-do list?"

"There are those with engineering data points. But I expect parts are hard to acquire. And what I hear is that we are not able to leave the planet surface even when they function, not unless we are permitted to."

This place traps them, quite effectively. It is something they must deal with, but as they couldn't, there were other focuses.

"Our goal is not off the planet after all. We must stop the storm."

She remembered that from the initial 'download' she'd received from waking here. That draw, that touch, and the sudden flood that had just been there. Not too dissimilar from her own memories, but still... "How exactly do they expect us to stop the weather? Become a god?"

"Oh, the resident gods have achieved nothing. This is something to be solved by science I believe."

Very good science, not Asgardian science.

"Managing the climate of planets is managable, if we had the resources. But they seem to believe there is a source. If we stop the source..."

Then perhaps they will return home.

Call her silly, but it sounded like this large blue woman just implied that there were gods in residence. Actual beings, and not some figment of the imagination of a group of needy morons.

But the idea that the storms were caused by a source was... also interesting. "I don't suppose there's any more clues about a source of storms other than there 'may be' one?"

"No, not yet at this point. It seems to circle the world, and is worse outside from what I have heard. I cannot say for certain."

ANd Lauri-Ell doesn't know how to say more than that because she doesn't actually have an answer.

"And I suppose that the people that want us to fix this thing they've mucked up haven't been helpful enough to leave any actual clues. Are we sure that fixing things is what they really intend?"

What? It was a valid question. If someone wanted her to do something, she'd assume they'd give her the information to do it with, not make her muddle through the muck and mire of useless information.

"They do not know what caused it, and if they are on this planet, it will kill them," Lauri-Ell tells her, looking truly sad.

"Yes. I think they wish us to fix this. They have asked for it."

"Them specifically, or anyone here on the planet?" Because that made a difference, Lauri-Ell.

"If they want it fixed, then they should leave a better manual behind for it."

"The Agrii specifically," Lauri-Ell assures. She's been told this many times, and has read of it.

"If they do not know how it came to be, they cannot provide a manual."

"They'd have a better idea of it than random people that don't seem to know what's going on. They didn't seem to leave much in the way of information, so if they expect timely results, I don't see how they think they're going to get them in a timely fashion when we're all running around looking for where X marks the spot." The Agrii might not know how to stop the storms, but any information compiled should be... compiled. Shared. Otherwise they could just keep going over the same tracks repeatedly.

Oh, no one said their results were due to be timely. That is just a fact that they must accept, that people will need time.

"X Marks the spot? I do not believe I understand what you are referencing," she admits, frowning.

Humans were definitely a species she didn't understand well.

"It's a saying. Or used to be. I'm not sure I remember anymore." She was used to that by now- little snippets of things that flitted through her mind she didn't know the source of. It didn't really bother her in the long haul of it all. She was here now. Now was what mattered.

"Ah. A saying. What does it mean."

She really doesn't know, and would like to figure it out, please.

"I don't know." It was one of those things that she didn't get the entirety of. Like the flash of a blonde little girl she couldn't remember the name of, or the familiarity when she'd seen the name of one of the ships in the port; Bishop. Familiar. Something that rang a bell, but hell if she could specify further.

Interesting. Lauri-Ell just takes it as one of those things that happens without having remembered meaning. That happens.

"Alright. I shall endeavor to learn. It will be fun."

"Really?" That surprised her. She was partly human and hadn't thought about being all that concerned with idioms, but maybe this female of a cerulean shade had more reason to be interested in humans than she did. Of course, her recent interactions with them hadn't been all that... wonderful.

Well, humans were strange, she was sure of that. But her Emperor had wedded one, so she really did have to figure it out.

"Yes, really. The majority of people here are humans. Should I not try and learn of you?"

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