revivalproject | Town meeting

WHO: Ezra and anyone who shows up or messages him directly
WHERE: The amphitheater or network
WHAT: Call for a town meeting and the meeting itself
WHEN: A couple of weeks after Coruscant event end
WARNINGS: None yet

After they all get back from the 'mission' to Coruscant, Ezra's of the opinion that the work on newly appointment Temple and calls and offers of help on the network are good signs. The right direction at least. Still, it seems to him that there's not a lot of momentum as a group to actually figuring anything out about this planet and their general situation.

He knows he's not the only one curious or bothered, so what gives?

After talking a little more with some of the other Temba residents, he puts up a written message on the network, that he's labored over longer than he'd care to admit to anyone:

I'm inviting everyone to a town get together or meeting, midday tomorrow at the amphitheater. Talking as a group, face to face, might be productive. I'll send out another message right before I head that way myself, so everyone knows when to show up.

He debates putting on his Jedi robes for the meeting, since that's the closest thing he has to formal wear, but decides the full get up might inadvertently send the wrong message. He's fully believes getting the community together to talk is a Jedi thing to do, but he's picked up on the ideas some co-residents have about authority and religion. He ends up wearing one of his new brightly colored sets of clothing, and throwing a brown cloak over it.

Then he goes to the stage area of the amphitheater and waits for people to show up. Once he's pretty sure most of the people who are coming are there, he gives them all a smile and says a few words.

"Thanks for coming, everyone. I'm not going to stay up here. I didn't ask you to come, so I could be 'in charge'. Or even because I have a list of things I want to accomplish, really. But...as long as we're all here together we are a community, whether we like it or not. So I thought, it might be a good idea to at least compare notes and talk about concerns. Things that might take more than a person or two working on it to get done. Goals.

Life here isn't bad, but I believe it could be better, if we work together. So let's talk about how we can do that. That's all I really wanted to say."

He gives them all one more smile and goes to pick a place to sit among the gathered.

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That was pretty impressive actually. He liked it a lot.

"Not everyone. But I sure do."

"Well, I'll remember to give you high fives more often." She paused long enough to clue in to what the others were talking about, then deem it as nothing she particularly cared about.

"What do you do when you're not poking holes in their precious egos?"

"I manage the cafe where all the food gets made. And do a lot of work at the greenhouse. And do plenty of exploring."

So Tommy was just busy as hell all of the time.

"All work and no play," she said smoothly, smiling. "Though that's not true: I definitely count exploring as play. How far out have you gone?"

"I've found an island that, at the moment, I'm the only one that can get to," Tommy shrugged.

Well, maybe Tony could. But who else even flies?

"Because you move so fast?" She guessed. A playful lilt crept into her voice "Your own private island. Sounds luxurious. Too bad I can't come see for myself."

"Bingo. I run right over the water."

It is pretty luxurious. He likes it to get away from people.

"And I drop people on it when they misbehave or are a threat."

"Over the water?" Having seen the ocean and its vastness, she's impressed. "Maybe one of these days I'll have to misbehave, then."

"Of course," Tommy answered with a shrug. "I'm faster than sound. Water is nothing."

"Interesting. So ... how dense does something have to be for you to run over it? Where's the line between something you can run over, and just thin air?"

This was so, so much more interesting than some silly planning meeting, for sure.

"I don't know," Tommy shrugged. "Not air, can't support me I think. But I don't risk a lot of shit for falling."

He doesn't want to experiment. Not ever. The word is a curse from his lips.

Falling. She has half-formed, broken memories of air rushing past her. Sometimes the ground hurtles to meet her, other times she's staring up at the sky, watching the clouds recede, wondering what just happened. No matter what, her mind always pulls itself away before that last sickening crunch, before the black, before the blank spaces between impact and starting over.

It trips her up for just a moment, and she nods slowly. "Better safe than sorry? I have to admit, I don't always think that way."

Well, they might be kindred spirits in some ways. Tommy? Tommy feared falling, bad. Heights were bad. Falling while running? That was nothing. his body could do that. But real stuff? Sucked.

"I know what I can do, and I keep my feet on things I know can handle me."

"Smart," she remarked. Most of the time she followed the same practice, but sometimes things that had seemed stable at first pass could betray you.

"You'd make any of my records for speed-running the Monican border look like child's play. It's all ruins, like what's outside here, but with the added bonus of motion-sensing gun turrets."

"Of course I would. I'm a speedster. It's what I do," Tommy shrugged. Then he grins. "Dude, you should see the defenses I have to get past to see David back home."

"So you have someone important on the other side of a barrier, too," Aeon deduced. "Family? Friend? Or a lover, like mine?"

Well, there were other way s to get there.

"Uh, we don't have a term for it yet, but I love him," Tommy admits, frowning. "I just... HE's there and I'm not."

"You don't have to have a word for it other than love. That's enough, I think." She smiled. "If you were apart, how did you meet him?"

Of course he has to have another name for it. People always want him to have a name for it. So many people want fucking terms. But Tommy was still trying to figure it out.

"We met when he worked a call center job. Saw him in the hall. And I thought 'wow, he's hot'.

It was so mundane, compared to how she had met Trevor Goodchild, and it made her smile. It was good that there were situations like that for people to find love in, and that not everyone had to wrestle it however they could from a dystopian nightmare.

"What's a call center?"

"Basically, when people need help or are idiots, they call other people who might have answers. And David always had answers."

Not that people were necessarily always going to listen.

"Oh. But if you worked there, that means you did too, right?" She gives him a flirty smile. "Did you answer each other's questions?"

"No, I didn't answer questions. I worked construction. I made high complexity orders at impossible speeds," Tommy answered with a shrug. "Met him by chance."

"My favorite way to meet people." Aeon gave a little hum of contentment, then noticed out of the corner of her eye that the holocron was coming out for show and tell.

"What is that?"

Tommy shrugged and went silent. Because he has to know what is going on.

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