revivalproject | Night at the Museum (OTA)

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Night at the Museum (OTA)

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!]

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"The museum is where the history is. If some other society somewhere in this galaxy went through something similar, like to the storms, then there would likely be a record. Probably not a complete one, but still. People make things to record events. I mean, there's pottery and shit on earth that has stories on it."

Kyle frowns at his flashlight beam.

"Look, we're not all superheroes, okay? I dunno WHY the Agrii picked me to be here but it sure wasn't for any special ability. So I'm just trying, dude. I wanna help and this is just an idea."

"Well, it's history from another world, so that doesn't mean it's the answer," Tommy counters. And museums aren't libraries or archives. But okay.

"Maybe they picked you because you're stubborn enough to solve what we haven't yet."

Then again, it was starting to seem like the Agrii didn't choose at all.

"I know that, but because it's a museum for hundreds of different worlds it seemed worth a shot!" Kyle snaps.

He stomps along in silence, frowning. No, this was a good idea, dammit. "I dunno, dude, I'm honestly half convinced they made a mistake. Maybe they wanted my brother the genius."

"If you're here, you belong here," Tommy counters. "That's just how it works. We're there because they chose us. Or something did. We do our best with it."

Though he thinks Kyle is adapting a bit more easily than others were.

Kyle sighs. "If you say so." He can see what needs pretty sure is the museum just ahead, and it lifts his spirits.

He looks at Tommy with a grin. "Maybe I was picked because of my amazing ability to put up with impatient speedsters," he says lightly. "Dude, this is gonna be so sweet."

“Yeah, that’s a pretty rare skill. Promise,” Tommy assures him. He’s been through enough people to know that people don’t tend to make time to learn him. That Kyle was trying was pretty impressive.

“Nerd,” he teases, shaking his head.

"Total nerd," Kyle agrees amiably. "And I don't care, because this is awesome."

The museum is huge and at one point would indeed have been magnificent. Halls branch off from the lobby, all of them dark and presumably full of galactic knowledge. Also possibly people living down here, or alien vermin, or lord knows what.

"Dude. Are you stoked?"

Stoked? Tommy is just slinking along next to Kyle, fists in his pockets, frowning.

"Nah, man. It's not my sorta style."

He was here to have their backs.

"Oh." He looks over at Tommy and offers him a rather shy, sweet smile. "Thanks. For coming anyway."

"I've got your back, Jersey-Boy," Tommy promises him, clapping his shoulder.

"I'm from fucking Colorado!" Yeah, the sweetness couldn't last.

After raiding what was probably the information desk, Kyle comes up with a brochure. "Okay. I think... that way is 'the dawn of humanoids.' That might have stuff we could borrow."

See, the reaction earns a grin from Tommy. That was definitely worth it. He was keeping this name just for how the guy riles up so easily.

"See, stealing things from museums I'm down for. Seems like most people don't know where this place is."

Kyle looks from side to side, as if maybe someone will protest their plan, and then grins impishly at Tommy.

"Useful things," he clarifies. "Like, say, something that helps us with farming or shaving glownies."

"I mean, the glownies are doing pretty good. And Tony could totally rig up some sheers if you want them," Tommy suggests.

Tony just likes to do shit for people.

"Just examples, dude."

He shines his light over what sure looks to be a bunch of broken displays as they head downthe hall.

"He's really smart and handy, huh?"

"Yeah, Dr. Stark is pretty good. He's teaching me things. i don't know if he always intends it, but..."

Well, the guy doesn't think he's an idiot. And that's nice.

"What kind of things?" Kyle asks as he steps close to one of the broken displays. He peers in, seeing what looks like tools from the bronze age.

"A lot of electrical engineering, more than i had to learn for my job. Some other engineering stuff."

Though physics was what Tommy really understood, on an instinctive level.

"Dude, that's awesome," Kyle says with perfect honestly. "And we're gonna need it. Shit, I oughtta get him to teach ME some stuff. Most of my hard sciences are woefully lacking these days."

“Dr Stark doesn’t teach so much as do stuff and you sorta watch or do stuff with him,” Tommy answers as he follows Kyle.

Okay maybe he is a bit possessive of someone who cares for him. A bit. Who knew if Tony cared. But the guy tolerated him.

"That's fine, I can learn by watching." Kyle glances at Tommy, eyebrows raised.

"I mean... if that's okay?"

“You’d have to ask him,” Tommy answered.

Who knew. Maybe Tony would take to Kyle better. And then Tony could have a good student and helper. Which Tommy wouldn’t mind. Of course. Right. It’s fine.

"Dude, I meant with YOU."

Because he's not blind, and he's far from stupid - it's pretty clear a boundary exists here.

What?

“Dude, if you wanna learn I don’t suggest you do it from me.”

Kyle snorts in irritation. "I meant if it's OKAY with you," he explains. "You looked weird when I mentioned it, so obviously there's something up."

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