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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Kyle tries not to get offended by the truth.

The museum might be futuristic by Kyle and Raphael's standards, but it seems that a door is still a door. It shudders on its hinges, and with another good hit will splinter off. Beyond it lies a very dark hallway.

Rolling his shoulders, Raphael stands back, looking proud of himself. He does look a little surprised when the doorway doesn't reveal an office at all, however.

"Huh. Well that looks fun. Who wants to go down the creepy hallway first?"

"I'll go." Because THAT'S wise, but he's feeling a little emasculated. He marches down the hall with his flashlight; it's empty, with a few other doors further down.

The first door is unlocked and turns out to be an ancient staff bathroom. The next is indeed an office, so Kyle sets about rummaging for keycards.

"So, like. You miss your brothers?"

Grinning, Raphael follows after him. With the door having been closed as it was, he doubts anyone might be hiding this way. Then again he didn't exactly try and open it the normal way. Eh, it's probably fine.

Once the office is located, Raphael pokes at a few boxes on the side as Kyle sets to work elsewhere.

"...yeah. Usually we're everywhere together. It's been super weird not having them around and being annoying."

"Yeah," Kyle says as he sets about jimmying open a desk drawer. "I get it. I've got a little brother, and when I first moved away it was super weird. I missed him like crazy even though he drove me batshit half the time at home. Teenagers, you know? But I sure wish he was here, now."

The drawer pops open and Kyle digs through it, grinning. He holds up several flat rectangles of a plastic-like material.

"These sure look like keys to me, dude."

Not finding much of interest himself, Raphael leans against the other side of the desk as he watches Kyle. "Heh, yeah. But then we're still teenagers- although I don't think Mikey ever grew out of his preteens so there's that."

He arches a brow and then grins back as Kyle holds up his prize. "Actually they look like plastic cards, but sure, we'll go with that." Space, man.

"Oh, sorry. No offense meant. I was a shithead teen, too."

He snorts and shoves the cards in his jacket pocket. "Keycards, dude. Come on."

"Can't you take a joke?" Raphael laughs, stepping away from the desk to follow Kyle back out into the hall.

"That was pretty easy. Let's see if they'll actually work."

"I've been told my sense of humor can be a little lacking," he admits.

He heads back to the door and down the hall. Once they're back in the gallery area, Kyle starts methodically swiping cards on the case Raphael had been looking at. Nothing happens.

"Oh, FUCK," Kyle exclaims. "Dude! Keycards are electric! Ahhhhh, shit!"

He kicks the case.

"....."

And here he'd gotten all excited that they were finally getting somewhere. It dawns on him right about when Kyle laments. Raphael slaps a palm to his face, dragging his hand down.

"Well that explains why no one's gone and looted the place," he groans.

Kyle sighs. "Yeah, it sure does. Well, some of the cases are already beschloss, we'll just check those.

"Sorry, dude. Not as exciting."

"Already what now?" Raphael asks, but he figures he gets the gist enough. He shrugs. "Maybe we'll find a space sledgehammer lying around," he suggests, even though he doubts it. "There's still a lot of other places to check out anyway."

"Please if we find a sledgehammer, name it the Space Hammer and carry it around with you," he snickers.

He's still supremely disappointed that their genius plan didn't work, but Rapahel makes a very good point - the museum is huge. "Come on, then."

The darkness somehow seems even blacker after they work their way through some more exhibits, even though that doesn't make any sense. It's when they're looking in cases that seem to be entirely about funerary rites across the galaxy that something occurs to Kyle.

"...do, uh. Do we know how to get back?"

"I totally would." Sledgehammers aren't really his top choice of weapon but a) it's a weapon and b) it smashes, so he definitely wouldn't complain!

Being mostly used to dark and dank places, Raphael doesn't think too much about it, between Kyle's having a light and their wandering around an abandoned building. After looking at some of the exhibits in this particular wing he's come to the conclusion that this galaxy is very strange.

"Huh? Oh that's easy, didn't we just..." The turtle glances back in the direction they'd come from, somewhat disconcerted by the fact that it's stupidly hard to make out where the door is, making him think twice as to which direction it actually had been. He frowns, not about to admit they're possibly lost. "Well how hard could it be to retrace our steps?"

Kyle likes to think of himself as intelligent. He spent his entire life as a straight-A student, and he has used his brains to get himself out of countless bad situations. Kyle likes to consider himself rational, and prepared. He's the Mom Friend, the boyscout leader, the guy you can depend on to get you out of trouble.

Except that's not entirely true because he's also the guy who says 'yeah let's just rush into an abandoned space museum and not put up any markers so we can find our way back.'

Shit.

"Can't be that hard," Kyle agrees. "We just need to, uhm. Go back and turn right."

He thinks it was right.

Raphael's hardly one to panic about losing track of directions. The sewers of New York are way worse in his opinion, virtually an underground maze if you don't know where to find markers and haven't lived there for the entirety of your life.

"Back and right. Or would it be left if we turned right to get here?" he asks as he looks for the door. "This is it, right?" He's not blaming Kyle for anything when he'd completely forgotten to pay more attention to the surroundings. Still, there had to be some things to use as reference points- they just need to find them.

Kyle frowns, thinking. "Yeah," he says. "You're right, we turned right. So we'd go left."

He thinks again, then nods, looking a little less anxious. "And so long as we see the weaponry exhibit we'll be okay. It was mostly a straight shot out from there. And uh, hopefully we see no more cannibal dudes."

"Yeah." He won't mention that they'd seen a ton of stuff between here and the weapons exhibit though. "Let's get moving before anything from this exhibit starts to move." Not that Raphael believes that.

He steps out of the room to do some quick scouting, scowling to himself as so far one direction looks the same as the other.

This sort of thing happens to Kyle a lot. Less so the past four years since he went to university, but before that? Yeah, getting lost in an abandoned museum was not the dumbest and/or riskiest thing he's ever done.

"I'm sure we're fine," he says upon seeing Raphael scowling. "For serious, we totally just go left." He strolls confidently left, walking and looking for anything familiar. His pace gradually slows.

"Uh. Okay. I don't remember there being an exhibit on rocks. Those sure look like rocks."

"Rocks??"

Raphael comes up behind him, glaring in the direction of the supposed rock exhibit because that's obviously where the fault lies. "Wait, what??" Yeah, he definitely doesn't remember any rocks. He would have commented if they'd come across boring rocks!

"-you sure they're rocks?"

"I mean, no?" Kyle huffs. "They could be fossilized alien shit for all I know. But they don't look familiar. Okay, okay. We just go back and take the RIGHT instead."

He massages his temples briefly. "We're fine. We're totally fine."

That suggestion makes Raphael cringe. "Good point. Either way, going in this direction won't get us anywhere."

He turns around after Kyle. "Were there more than one door to that last exhibit we were in? Maybe we just went out the wrong way. Anyway, something to keep in mind if nothing down this side looks familiar."

"Yeah, that's probably it."

Kyle sighs. "We have our communicators. Worse comes to worst, we can call Tommy. He'll be able to search for us fast.

"But that's our last resort because I'll never hear the end of it." He scowls. "I wanna punch him out half the time, and the other half I think he's cool. You like that guy?"

"Oh man, I'm with you there. We'll figure this out," Raphael says determinedly. He can't help but laugh as Kyle goes on.

"Hah! I know exactly what you mean. He's all right when he's not trying to shoulder everything himself. ...I think the last time I really talked to him I ended up yelling at him for being stupid." And then there were giant bugs and no real time to apologize when you were feeling more inclined to bash people's heads in.

"-but yeah. Absolutely last resort. I'm so not going to put up with any suggestion that we got ourselves lost otherwise."

"Is that what he does?" Because Kyle's reason for wanting to punch the guy is a lot more visceral.

"Yeah, we're not even lost, we're just a little turned around." Kyle pauses as he hears something up ahead of them clank softly.

"...dude, did you hear that?"

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