revivalproject | Clarice's Event Catch-All

WHO: Clarice and youuuuuuuu
WHERE: Various places around Coruscant
WHAT: Exploring, investigating ... and being a bit of an art snob
WHEN: All through the event!
WARNINGS: None yet, but if anything worthy comes up I'll put it in the comment headers. <3

Starling had scarcely had time to get her bearings on Temba before she woke up on the ship, to the strange message. It hadn't taken much to wake her: she'd slept lightly, and took a speed-run of a shower, not wanting to waste the precious hot water afforded to the crew. She didn't want to step out onto new ground and make the impression of a hot mess, after all. After combing out her damp hair, she put it up in a ponytail to keep it off her neck, then shook out her only set of clothes, judiciously inspecting the cashmere sweater for wrinkles and wishing for an iron. Ah well. It was what it was. She'd been provided with credit, at least. Maybe the first order of business - after breakfast - was to get something new to wear.

A: (In Person) Everything will always be alright - when we go shopping
The amount of options were even more staggering than New York, or Paris, Clarice marveled, as the taxi dropped her off in Coruscant's shopping district. She'd counted her credits on the ship, not wanting to be tacky in counting them in public.

She starts off by window shopping, browsing from store to store to get a feel for the prices and the styles: what people consider high fashion, lowbrow, and somewhere in between. She decides a sturdy outfit, something working-class, would be the best choice for back on Temba, but there was also nothing wrong with spoiling herself a little and having something that would make her look good should a situation call for it. Feel free to find her as she's molesting various pieces of clothing, rubbing it between her fingers to check texture or thread count, or as she's sitting down on a bench to try on a smart-looking yet rugged pair of boots.

B: (Network) And you told me all your plans - how you would never let them go
New as she is, Starling takes her responsibility and her new mission seriously. The mystery of Coruscant and the many people brought to Temba from this place has piqued her interest, and so her first thought as a newcomer is to seek them out. She takes out her comm device - a new, strange thing in itself - and taps on the garish pink icon, thinking a moment before composing her message.

Hello, everyone. My name is Clarice Starling. I only just arrived in Temba the day before we were sent here to Coruscant, and I admit that I have many questions ... particularly for those of you who are familiar with this world. In the interest of helping the Agri, would any of you be willing to sit with me for a brief interview of sorts? I would be more than willing to get you a cup of whatever equivalent to coffee they have here, or light lunch, to thank you for your time.

C: (In Person) A bittersweet, evocative song... that doesn't remind us of Musetta's Waltz
After a long day of investigating and attempting to do what she was brought here to do, Clarice changes into the nicer of the ensembles she's bought for herself: a jewel-green gown with a white shawl to stave off any evening chill. The opera house is advertising a new Bith opera, whatever that might mean, and Clarice shows up to purchase herself a ticket with confidence, sliding into the crowd as though she belongs there. Anyone who hasn't met her yet may just mistake her for a native, even as she purchases a program, hoping to learn a bit more about what she's about to indulge in.

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Clarice leans over the phone. Her first impression is a wonder at how crisp the photographs are. She hadn't realized the devices they had were capable of it, but now she's resolved to take some photos of Coruscant before they leave, so she can look back at the memories. But that lasts only a fraction of an instant before she's struck by the strange beauty of the creature.

"Those colors are so vivid," she marvels. "I've only seen the glownies myself, so far. Have you discovered a lot of different native wildlife, or does most of it stay away from us?"

"Hmm. I have seem a few of the creatures roaming Temba and the area around. Can't recommend diving into the lake in the middle of the flood plains, though." That last part is accompanied by a guilty little laugh. "Lots of venomous things down there... And a while ago the city got attacked by large spider-like creatures." A shudder. "Dreadful things."

"Down at the beach there are some pretty large, green crabs that are quite interesting to watch - And apparently also tasty to eat. Tommy also found some critters on the islands further out on the ocean. No idea what others have come across already, but I sure would love to learn a little more about the animals surrounding us." And probably posing a danger to them like those spiders had.

"That bit about the lake sounds like it was from experience," she offers. "I didn't know about the islands... How'd he get there, did you build a raft or a boat? Or did he swim and risk the venomous ... whatever it was?"

The shopkeeper was watching them with just a bit of a hairy eyeball, and Starling thought fast. "I'd love to keep chatting about this, but maybe we should take these new shoes for a walk. Let someone else warm the bench...?"

"Actually I don't know what creatures might live in the ocean itself, but I believe Tommy may just have... Run over the water." It seems plausible enough for Jon at this point and he makes a small gesture of agreement in regards of Clarice's suggestion to get those boots paid and leave the shop.

"I don't believe anyone has bothered building a boat yet..." He adds as an afterthought as he gets up.

She gestured for him to go first, since he'd been in the shop longer than her, then remembered - yes, Tommy, the boy from the food market. His name had slipped her recollection until Jon had mentioned that he may have run over the water.

"Oh! I met him, earlier," she smiles. "That does seem like the kind of thing he'd do. I get the feeling he likes to show off when he can. But he's the only one capable of such a thing, so maybe a boat's not a bad idea."

Jon proceeds to pay for his boots and waits for Clarice to do the same and join him at the entrance of the store. "Tommy is very proud of what he is and can do. Billy may be his twin, but their skills are vastly different and... Tommy... I feel he believes he has to prove his worth."

Which is not an opinion Jon shares, but he has spoken and interacted with both twins and has come to appreciate and value them both as friends.

"That was a pretty strong vibe I picked up off him, too," she agrees, making her own purchase with the best offworlder manners she can muster. "I don't think we're the ones he needs to prove it to, though. He's a little far from them, right now, so we're ... what, proof surrogates?"

She snorts in soft, amused dismissal. "He'll find out pretty fast he doesn't need to play that game with me, just be himself and pull his weight."

"He does that. Christ, Tommy may be pulling three times his weight with everything he is doing in the greenhouse and the diner!" Jon remarks not without fondness in his voice. Him and Tommy may have started out difficultly, but the young mutant and his twin have grown to be among those the Archivist cares deeply about.

"I never had siblings, so I can't possibly relate to constantly being compared to some better brother, but I imagine it to be frustrating. And I know Billy and that he doesn't consider himself to be better than Tommy. I... Admire them both for their strength, if I'm honest."

"Greenhouse, too? Hell!" Clarice leans her head back a little, blinking in surprise. "I know he's got energy to burn, but that's a lot. If there's a little comparison problem there, though, it's good to know. I'll make sure not to set it off. Let them know they're both equally valuable and cared about. ... I spent a bit of time in an orphanage," she confesses without shame. "I know it's always important to make everyone feel needed. Especially kids their age."

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