Clarice's Event Catch-All | OTA

[thesepreciousthings]

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.

Comments

[lionunchained]

Yeah, I think that would be a good option. I'd certainly like one after that experience.

[thesepreciousthings]

I'll keep an eye out for one. I'm sure it could have far more practical applications than just glitter, and usually they're small enough to fit on a ship.

[lionunchained]

That is true. It would certainly help if we found something on the original world that might be useful but it would take a long time to clean it ourselves. That is certainly possible. We hardly seem to have scratched the surface of what's there.

[thesepreciousthings]

I was starting to get that impression, yeah. Do you know who's been here the longest, Shiro? How long it's been since the Agri started bringing in people?

[lionunchained]

I know Keith and Lance from my world were... stuck before Agrii dragged them here. There was apparently some sort of galactic television show that they were brought onto... and it's the same ships as from that.

[thesepreciousthings]

What in the hell is a reality show?

[lionunchained]

[She couldn't see but he was chuckling a bit at that. Not because of her question. It was perfectly valid but because "reality show" is just absurd]

It's supposed to be like daily life of people in a non-traditional setting. So it's reality... but also not. It's basically a niche form of entertainment to some.

[thesepreciousthings]

Sounds like the worst-case evolution of daytime talk shows, if you ask me. ... Why were your friends chosen to be part of it, did they know? Was it a voluntary thing, or did they show up like you and I did here?

[lionunchained]

Yeah, probably. It was not really something they planned as I understand it. They were just brought here.

[thesepreciousthings]

As much as I don't mind helping the Agrii, I ... really don't like the way how it came about is looking.

[lionunchained]

I agree. Would have been nice to be asked rather than simply assuming that we would want to help and that we didn't have important things to do at home. We were pretty much in the middle of a war.

[thesepreciousthings]

That's ... gotta be stressful as hell. Not knowing what you're gonna go back to. I'm sorry, Shiro.

[lionunchained]

Not much that can be done about it now. But Keith and Lance have said time doesn't pass as normal back home so it sounds like the war will pick up right where we left off, but it does nothing for worrying about it more.

[thesepreciousthings]

It doesn't?! Seriously?! ... Oh my Lord, Shiro, you just put an awful lot of anxiety off for me.

[her heart had been in knots at the thought of Hannibal and what he would be like without her, what the grief and uncertainty would do, given his past and what had happened to his younger sister]

[lionunchained]

I'm sorry to have done that. You might want to ask Keith for sure. He's gone home and come back a few times. He'd be able to give you a better idea.

[thesepreciousthings]

Huh? ... Oh! No, no, I'm sorry. What I meant was that I feel better knowing what you just told me. I've been worrying about a friend of mine, and what might happen if I was away from him for too long. I should've been more clear.

I will ask your friend when I meet him, though, thank you.

[lionunchained]

Oh, oops. Misunderstood what you meant. I'm glad that I was able to help. And it's good that you should be able to pick up right from where you were. Yeah, Keith will have more information.