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

[thesepreciousthings]

She breathes in slowly, careful not to look directly into the beam of his flashlight so that she can keep her eyes adjusted to the darkness and watch the shadows for threats... as she's always done. It makes her think even more and even harder about the Bureau: how they were her own Jedi Order for years, that she was their Knight and believed them in the right.

"You're pretty wise for your years, Kyle," she said with a grim, sad smile. "Maybe we should look out for anything with Jedi crests? Much as I'd hate to bring something ugly back to Mr. Kenobi."

[kyley_b]

Kyle shrugs. "Nah. I've just seen a lot." This is an understatement, but he isn't aware f the fact - Kyle tends to assume everyone had an upbringing just as bananas as his was.

"Yeah! That's a good idea. He'll either love it or bitch us out for ruining some priceless religious history." He grins. "Either way, we'll learn something."

As he picks his way forward again he adds, "Hey, when we go back to Agra, I'm gonna owe you one for saving my life. I won't forget that."

[thesepreciousthings]

"Sometimes I feel like that's gonna end up on my gravestone," she chuckled softly. "Either way, she learned something. If I had a nickel for every time I pushed a boundary just to see what else I could find out ... well. I dunno, I'd have a lotta got-dam nickels."

She winks at him, then squints a little when he mentions owing her - accompanied by that little backwards head bob that's American shorthand for you're fucking kidding me right bro.

"No, no. None of that owing shit," she says, waving a hand. "If you're gonna insist on it, then all I'll say is, if you get the chance to do anyone else a solid, not just me, go ahead and do it."

[kyley_b]

"You and me both." But by god, he's learned a lot of things over his lifetime.

Kyle sighs. "I'd do that anyway," he says. "Help people if I could, I mean. Come on, at least let me like... if I get stuff to cook, let me make you lunch some day or something." It isn't anywhere near enough to thank her for saving his life, but it's the thought that counts.

[thesepreciousthings]

"Lunch sounds like a damn fine time," she concedes. "It's a deal."

With that, she turns her focus back to the hall, trying to figure out if there's anything else in this wing worth exploring, any hint of Jedi history tucked away in a cabinet or display.