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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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Kyle gnaws at his lower lip. "You think? Huh. Well, I'm suddenly even more glad you're here."

He goes starts looking for a museum map, a 'you are here' situation, but what was probably such a thing is a dread, digital husk.

With a grin, Raphael nods at Kyle before turning to have a look around while the guy checks looks for a directory. He hops up on the old desk, looking towards the passageways that branch out from the main lobby.

"Eh, just pick a direction. No telling anywhere will even still have anything if someone's been through here, but there's really only one way to find out otherwise."

"Okay, well..." He considers, then gestures to one of the dusty corridors. "Come on."

(He of course makes sure the others have a buddy before he heads off.)

Kyle himself doesn't actually seem very frightened, walking along with his flashlight and giving Raphael a thumbs up.

Giving Kyle a nod, Raphael heads along after him. He's thankful the guy at least doesn't seem like he'd jump at shadows, although that doesn't stop Raphael from keeping an eye out in case anything really does happen to be lurking within them. There are far too many places to hide around here, although it could also be great for them if there's a problem.

"So what're you hoping to find in this museum? Any idea why this one's been abandoned?"

Kyle's sense of self preservation is, perhaps, not actually the best. He's not even thinking of looking out for people or monsters or any such thing.

"I'm hoping that we can find things that we could easily adapt to use on Agra," he explains as he hops over what looks to be a fallen display case. "Tools, or methods of city infrastructure even. And if we're REALLY lucky? I'd like to try and find examples of environmental catastrophe similar to what happened on Agra. If we can understand what happened and why, maybe we'll be a step closer to solving the problem."

At the second part of the question he shrugs. "I get the impression that this planet wasn't always super peaceful. And also people just kinda... forget about old shit after a point."

See, this is why Raphael's here. He may be considered the bruiser of his brothers, but he's right up there with Leonardo when it comes to taking ninja business seriously. He's determined not to let anything or anyone get the drop on the so long as he's around.

"Huh," he says as he glances Kyle's way again. "Good idea. Although I wonder if any place has ever had weird stuff happen like on Agra Ten. I mean, crazy storms are one thing, but that doesn't explain the whole seeing things, part."

He nods thoughtfully as he resumes looking around again. "I think I'd be surprised if any place has had lasting peace. It's a sad thought, but hey, I went with my brothers and friends to this one place that was supposed to be full of these super peaceful aliens called the Aeons. But then they got corrupted by this piece of a weapon we were looking for that they were supposed to guard, and the whole planet turned ugly, and the Aeons themselves turned into these demon-looking things."

"No, it sure doesn't explain everything," Kyle admits. "And I don't even know the half of it - I literally just got to Agra before we got sent here. I had about enough time to figure out there were spaceships and to nearly fall down a big hole. But still, weird stuff sure isn't exclusive to any one place, right? Maybe that's why there's so many of us from all over - our combined weird might be the key."

Kyle carefully peers into another display, shining his light into it. He looks up and glances over at Raphael. "Seriously? A whole planet got screwed up over a weapon? Jesus. I mean, I wish I could say I was surprised, but..."

He's looking at Raphael and so completely misses the shadow that skitters by just beyond the displays.

"Oh, you're lucky man. First storm I experienced hit like...maybe a few months back? Keeping track of time is the worst." Raphael scowls. "Anyway, it was bad. First our ships crash-landed back on-planet, and we were pretty much stuck in the middle of the storm and had to get back to the city on foot if we didn't just stay in the ship the whole time."

He shakes his head. "The part that was really bad was that you'd see...people who aren't here. Who shouldn't be here, who're bad news. But then that's the problem too, right? You couldn't tell if they really were brought here or if it was the storm- and how's anyone expect a storm to pull out that sort of stuff from your head? Other people could see 'em and hear them too."

How they're supposed to stop storms that do things like that? He hasn't a clue.

"It wasn't even an entire weapon- it was just one piece, a hunk of metal!" Raphael clarifies, but he nods all the same. "But yeah... it was-"

His green eyes flick to the side as he brings up a hand in a shushing gesture. Maybe it's just the lighting, but he'd thought he'd heard something just then too. Frowning, he turns about, scanning their surroundings.

Well. That's disturbing. Kyle frowns, trying to think of a logical explanation for what sounds like some sort of psychic projection and failing miserably. Still, the fact that it does any such thing at all seems significant. It implies the Agrii are not just being kept away by poor air quality or physical destruction.

Kyle blinks when Raphael brings his hands up. "Dude, what?" he asks, making absolutely no effort to lower his voice. He watches the turtle turn, frowning lightly, and so completely misses the humanoid figure in tattered clothes and some sort of metal helmet that comes up behind him. Kyle is grabbed around the waist and neck and hauled back into the shadows, kicking and trying to yell.

The wince and subsequent reflex to yell at Kyle to shut up are quickly aborted in favor of a, "-behind you!" Already Raphael knows it's pointless, but he's not wasting any more time once he sees the figure grabbing Kyle and dragging him off.

Raphael curses under his breath as he immediately darts into the darkness after them. He might catch them by surprise, very quick on his feet for someone that otherwise looks so squat and bulky. "Hey you! Let 'im go!" he growls.

Kyle fights like a greased weasel, and he might have been able to escape if not for his attacker's helmet - it protects his face and head from Kyle's flailing fists.

The second Raphael appears the attacker hauls Kyle as close as possible. He chatters in some alien language, but in English says, "yum YUM" before a long, prehensile tongue slithers out of the vertical slit in the helmet to lick Kyle's cheek.

"Sick, dude!"

Edited 2021-03-13 07:50 (UTC)

"GROSS!" comes Raphael's exclamation, right with Kyle's. Of all the possibilities he'd anticipated in poking around an abandoned museum, having someone intent on eating his new buddy was definitely not on the list.

At least his being disgusted doesn't keep the turtle from moving in. He leaps to close the distance, snapping a foot out to slam right into that helmeted head.

The sound of Raphael's foot hitting the helmet - a hollow BOOIIIInnnnng - would be comical under other circumstances. As it is, it just undercuts the screech the alien lets out as he stumbles backwards from the force of the blow.

Kyle manages to squirm out of the alien's grip, half running half falling over to Raphael. Their assailant reaches down to find some busted relic and throw it them, still chittering.

As ridiculous-sounding as it is, it's still a refreshing noise. The turtle herds Kyle behind him, turning just in time to see their long-tongued kidnapper fling something at them.

"Watch it!" Raphael shouts, reaching out to tug Kyle down to the floor with him to let the broken relic sail past. "Well, so much for respecting history." The moment he's back on his feet, he whips out his sai, metal ringing as he spins them to grasp in reverse, their points facing back and flat against his wrists before he charges.

Well. Of all the things he was not expecting to do today, getting felt up by an alien was definitely high on the list. Right after that would probably be watching a turtle deliver a beat down to said alien.

It's a little embarrassing, really, but by the time Kyle has scrambled to his feet Raphael is already karate chopping the hell out of his attacker. The alien apparently isn't interested in a fair fight, running away the very first chance it gets.

"Dude, just leave it!"

All tensed and looking about ready to give chase, Raphael stops so short the ends of his raggedy bandanna flutter over his shoulder as he jerks to a halt. Oh right. He looks a little reluctant to back off of a fight, but at least he's scared the would-be kidnapper off.

"You okay?" he asks as he comes back, sheathing his sai before reaching out to lend Kyle a hand up.

"Yeah, fine, I just wasn't expecting to encounter a Texas Chainsaw situation," Kyle grumbles as he brushes himself off and accepts the hand up.

"I'm choosing to believe he was going to eat me, that's actually less disturbing. You okay?" A stupid question since Raphael looks perfectly fine.

"Y-yeah, let's go with that." Raphael shudders as he pulls his thoughts from the alternative.

"I'm good. Listen, you needa be more careful. This place is crawling with shadows and way too many blindspots. Aren't you glad I came along? Who knows where that weirdo would've dragged you off to!"

Kyle frowns, masculinity affronted. "Hey, I would have gotten away!" he insists. He knows absolutely no such thing.

"I mean, thanks for saving my ass, but I'm not like... a damsel in distress, dude."

The look Raphael gives him clearly says that he doesn't believe that one bit. He shrugs. "Then don't get caught like one, dude. But hey, if you want, I'll back off and let you handle things next time, okay?"

Kyle crosses his arms over his chest. "I said thank you," he points out. "I'm just saying, you don't have to watch my ass 24/7. I'll be alright."

Probably.

Maybe.

"Look, let's just keep going, alright?"

"All right."

Otherwise they'd be arguing for a while. Raphael waves Kyle on, ready to fall in step after him. For all that Kyle says he doesn't have to keep an eye out, the turtle still does so, mostly out of habit. Besides, he'd probably feel bad if anything actually happened to the guy.

Raphael is about a hundred times more likely to be actually prepared in case of trouble, as he's already demonstrated. Kyle is literally just a human with no combat training at all - he's just very, very stubborn.

"Okay," he says, ready to resume the quest for knowledge. "So I guess we should just look away anything we find interesting." He casts his light over displays, apparently tireless. It's probably a good twenty minutes later when he looks to his companion.

"Dude! Dude, check this out!"

Because they've found the weaponry wing.

One can only poke around broken furniture and display cases for so long. Raphael had been ready to call this a pointless, boring venture but every time he looked Kyle's way, the guy just seemed so determined that he'd find something around the next corner that the turtle couldn't bring himself to say it. For all that he'd nearly been grabbed and dragged off, Kyle still looks to be enjoying himself.

Dropping what looked like a broken information plate once he hears Kyle's shouting, Raphael looks back in his direction before jogging over. "What'd you find? -oh..."

What's a little risk of death and dismemberment in the face of possibly finding cool alien artifacts?

Kyle gestures grandly at the hall. There are blunt weapons, spears, blades, guns, and other things that are just completely unrecognizable. There's armour of various types, too. The displays stretch on and on.

"I told you this would be cool."

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