Night at the Museum (OTA)

[kyley_b]

WHO: Kyle Broflovski and YOU!
WHERE: The Underground of Coruscant (Level 4)
WHAT: A very wholesome field trip to the lost Galactic Museum.
WHEN: During the event. (Mid-ish?)
WARNINGS: The foulest of language. Injury extremely likely. More as needed.



Kyle's seen aliens before.

A group of them from the Jannex Galaxy, a spaceship full of greys, the Marklar, and Jeff Bezos. This is the first time he's seen quite so many different kinds in one place, but even so it doesn't take him long to feel comfortable enough to talk to a few of them at the Senate Tour that Obi-Wan had suggested he take. One of these friendly aliens had mentioned in passing that it was a pity that the Galactic Museum could no longer be toured, due to it having been lost and forgotten somewhere down on Level 4.

A lost museum seems to Kyle like exactly the sort of thing the Agrii would want them to find. And even if not, well. Kyle really likes museums.

Is it difficult to get to Level 4? Oh, yes. And extremely dangerous. This doesn't deter Kyle one bit, and so he puts out a call on the Network to let people know that hey, he's putting together a museum field trip and anybody is welcome to come! Provided, that is, that you don't mind finding your way down through huge portals/ventilation shafts into a world where sunlight is less than a memory and dangerous people and creatures lurk around every corner.

But hey, if you decide to come down, you'll find a too-tall ginger waiting for you with some flashlights and a notepad.

You bet your ass he's going to force you to use the Buddy System.

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[OOC: Feel free to skip straight to the Museum proper of course! Mingle away, create your own TLs, whatever!]

Comments

[kyley_b]

"Yeah. Where I'm from, that's a reality we're facing."

The concept of animals with intellect isn't entirely foreign, and he's also not surprised that glownies aren't the smartest animals around. "They probably had big brains, like cetaceans on my world. Which are, uhm, aquatic mammals."

[ezra_of_lothal]

Ezra does, in fact, looks puzzled at the word cetacean and more enlightened after the explanation.

"You said you're from a planet called Earth? Mr. Sims said he's from Earth, too."

[kyley_b]

"Yeah! We're not sure if it's the same one, though. It's kind of hard to tell, especially with time travel and stuff?"

He shrugs, smiling a little. "It's weird. But I'm used to weird. Okay, so, maybe a dumb question but can you fight?"

[ezra_of_lothal]

"There might be more than one Earth?" He..hasn't put together the similar but parallel universes part yet.

"And sure. I can fight. Lightsaber. Blaster. Piloting a fighter. Hand to hand not quite a well." Although, the Force helps with that. "Why?"

[kyley_b]

"Apparently. It seems like quantum mechanics stuff to me. I'm pretty sure I once met like, the evil universe version of myself." He says this far too casually.

"Just keeping track. If we wind up splitting up it would be dumb to put all the badasses together. And you sound like a badass."

[ezra_of_lothal]

Evil universe version? Ezra mouths, in confusion, but doesn't ask, immediately.

"Oh! Yeah. That makes sense. Yeah, stick me with someone who hasn't really been in combat, sure."

[kyley_b]

"Which at this point I think is literally just me and Jon," Kyle says. He's a little miffed by the fact.

"Like I've been shot at and crap, but I've never been in a war."

[ezra_of_lothal]

"I've been more in an insurgency than organized warfare." Although now he's curious. "Who have you been shot at by?"

[kyley_b]

"Oh, okay."

Kyle shrugs. "Police, FBI, army dudes, hunters... I guess I just have a knack for getting into trouble." This is an incredible understatement.

[ezra_of_lothal]

Well, he doesn't know what the FBI is, but the Empire has the ISB. He figures it might be sort of along the same lines. He also assumes by hunters Kyle means bounty hunters.

"And a lot of people in your government who like to shoot first, ask questions later?"

[kyley_b]

Kyle is of course meaning guys in orange vests who kill deer. Bullets work the sme either way, though.

"Most of them, yeah. Yours?"

[ezra_of_lothal]

"Well, yeah, but if people older than me are to believed, it wasn't always quite so bad, back under the Republic." Ezra may have a rosier picture of the Republic than it deserves. "Do you have an evil Emperor putting bullies in charge, too?"

[kyley_b]

"We did for a while," Kyle says, because it's not entirely inaccurate. "But we elected him, so... more proof people are pretty dumb where I'm from."

"I feel like you guys are just living problems on a way bigger scale. With more like... Force magic stuff."

[ezra_of_lothal]

"Well, ours was elected Chancellor first, before he got a bunch of emergency powers because there was a civil war and then declared himself Emperor," Ezra says with a shrug.

"Yeah, he has Force powers, but I'm not sure how much he used them to get the political power versus his philosophy about the Force being motivation for making for the power grab?"

[kyley_b]

"...huh, okay, that's a bit like ours, too. I guess politics are essentially the same across time and space. Not very comforting when you think about what that says about the nature of man."

Kyle kicks at some debris. "Sounds like the Force itself is neutral. So this dude was just justifying his own desires."

[ezra_of_lothal]

"Yeah, if the Force has opinions, I don't think it goes around revealing them much. Even the clearest visions I've had...it's shown me choices and maybes."

He sighs. "Do the best we can, I guess. Even if people are pretty flawed."

[kyley_b]

"You get visions?" He sounds a bit skeptical of that one.

"Yeah. But, I mean, hey! We've got to build our own little society on Agra, right? So we'll just do it better!"

[ezra_of_lothal]

"Of all the thing I've talked about Force-wise and visions is the one that trips you up?" Ezra asks, amused.

[kyley_b]

"I mean... a little? I guess it is kinda dumb, but visions sounds like outright psychic bullshit instead of some sort of natural human sense that you just happen to have more developed."

[ezra_of_lothal]

"I kinda get what you mean," Ezra says agreeably. "But on the other hand-" He stops a second, glancing around, and shine his flashlight towards a fist sized chunk of concrete crumbled off of a wall onto the ground.

He holds out his empty hand that way. A second later, it floats off the ground and drifts up and towards his hand. "What's natural?"

[kyley_b]

Well. Okay. He wasn't expecting that.

"...okay. So. You have superpowers. Goddammit, does everybody on this fucking planet have cool powers but me?!"

[ezra_of_lothal]

He grins. "Some of the coolest people I know don't have special powers. Ok, Sabine, has a jet pack; I'm mostly sure she wasn't born with it." But only mostly.

"The point is - I meant what I said earlier, about it figuring things out taking lots of types of people."

[kyley_b]

"Who's that, your girlfriend or something?" He kicks a rock and mutters, "I don't have a jetpack..."

Kyle sighs. "Sure. So. You're basically psychic and telekinetic. That's admittedly cool, dude, I'm just feeling kinda weak in comparison."

[ezra_of_lothal]

Ezra makes a face. "Ok, I had a tiny crush on Sabine when we first met. I was fourteen, and she just...pulled off her helmet, her hair was amazing, and my entire brain went wow." He makes wavy motions with his fingers, to demonstrate the mental explosion for younger him. "But I'm over it. We're like...foster siblings now."

Then he sighs. "Look. Kyle. I can't even out the powers thing. I can teach you how to physically fight, if you want to learn some of that. But maybe the most important thing I've ever done? Maybe ever will do? I learned how from my parents. They didn't have super powers. They just used their voices and technical skills, and hijacked the Empire's broadcast signal, to tell people to stand up together."

[kyley_b]

Kyle's lips twitch in a smile. Yeah, okay, he understands that feeling entirely too well. "There's a whole genre of porn about that, dude," he points out, but he clearly understands.

He scrubs his hand over his face. "Yeah," he says. "I get it. I'm not trying to bitch, seriously. It's just... you gotta understand, as of a few weeks ago I was just hanging out in my dorm room worried about final exams, not trying to help save an alien race or whatever. So it's a shock. And then literally everyone else around you has some sort of... thing. I'm sorry, dude, I was being a prick.

"And I can fight. Sorta."