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revivalproject2019-08-20 09:01 pm
beenalongday) wrote in revivalproject2019-08-20 09:01 pm
01 - Brave New... Planet?
Who: Clint Barton and open unless otherwise noted.
What: Hospital shenanigans, farming explorations, and checking out the hotel.
When: First days on the planet.
Where: The hospital, the greenhouse/farm area, the hotel, and Cyan 16.
Warnings: None, will edit as needed.
1. The Hospital
Open
Clint isn't really a medical sort of guy; he tends to be the one needing medical assistance or the one bringing the hurt to the bad guys. So, as far as he's concerned, hospitals, doctors, and nurses were all well and good, but he prefers keeping them at arm's length whenever possible.
Luckily for him, this particular hospital seems empty, so even though he knows he'll never be fully at home in a medical setting, at least he doesn't have to worry about someone in a white coat trying to stick him with a syringe or run some other annoying test. In theory, anyway.
For the most part, he stays on the perimeter of things, not wanting to get too entangled nor too lost. Not that his sense of direction is so bad. This is a new place and he doesn't quite have his bearings just yet. And in case the unexpected happens, he reasons that it's better to be on the fringes of the room, closest to the exit so that he can make a quick escape.
As he passes by one of the many rooms, he spots an array of odd-looking canisters lined up on a shelf. Upon closer inspection, he notes the bizarre red mist swirling about inside, and it's then that warning bells started going off. Anything with mist was usually bad; add in the red color of said mist, and Clint's inclined to put as much distance between himself and those canisters as possible. Nothing good could come from lingering too long. Right?
... Right.
For now, he decides the canisters are best left alone and moves onto looking for anything else that might be useful. He can always double back to the canisters later.
Closed to Laura
It really isn't all that surprising that he'd run into his wife here in the hospital. She'd worked in a similar setting before they'd gotten married, and he knew she still held some interest in the profession. And given that they were currently on a strange alien planet, it made even more sense that he'd find her in a medical area. Who knew when one of them, or someone else around them, might need a little extra help?
Sure, he dislikes doctors and all things medical, but sometimes accidents happen.
He's having a look at a set of shelves, poking carefully through debris trying to find something useful, when something catches his eye. "Hey, hon, want to take a look at this?" This isn't really his area of expertise, but if anyone can identify useful objects, it's going to be her.
2. The Farm
Now this is more up his alley. Sure, it's not anything like the farmhouse back at home, but it's unmistakable for anything but a place to grow food and raise animals.
Sure, Clint doesn't recognize any of the plants just yet, and he doesn't immediately spot any animals hanging around, but the more he explores, the more he's reasonably certain those pens look like they're meant to contain animals. Sure, there's a good chance they had other uses once, but he doesn't particularly want to guess at what those other uses might be.
It's not until he descends to the lower levels that his interest really begins to rise. Those unattended pens were interesting, albeit devoid of any kind of animal life, but- He pauses and turns to his right, wondering if he's hearing things. It definitely sounded like a horse's whinny, but where was it coming from?
"I must be going crazy. What would a horse be doing down here?" He hadn't yet noticed the open fields, or else he could have answered his own question.
Some time later, Clint can be found circling the Data Point, as if doing so would somehow clue him in as to what information it contained. He can't help but feel a little bit wary of it, because the last time he interacted with something like it, an overload of information was unceremoniously dumped into his brain.
"Touch it or don't touch it? Why is that always the question?" He grumbles mostly to himself, knowing the answer is that most people can't help but touch things, especially very conspicuous glowing orbs.
3. Cyan 16
The town square is interesting enough, but it's also fairly normal, if a collection of buildings that have clearly seen better days can be considered normal. As far as Clint is concerned, everything could be innocuous, or it could also be concealing something very sinister. They don't really have a way of knowing which one is which, and whether it's paranoia talking or not, he can't help but feel wary.
Either way, exploration is the name of the game, so he heads out past the town square, wanting to see what lies beyond.
He doesn't get very far before he encounters a large, looming gate, and a nearby path that has clearly not been maintained. It just screams "danger", and while Clint isn't afraid of things like overgrown paths, it doesn't seem very wise to go down one without backup. Who knows what could be down there?
So, since he's already here, he decides to at least inspect the gate a little closer before heading back to the main part of town.
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What: Hospital shenanigans, farming explorations, and checking out the hotel.
When: First days on the planet.
Where: The hospital, the greenhouse/farm area, the hotel, and Cyan 16.
Warnings: None, will edit as needed.
1. The Hospital
Open
Clint isn't really a medical sort of guy; he tends to be the one needing medical assistance or the one bringing the hurt to the bad guys. So, as far as he's concerned, hospitals, doctors, and nurses were all well and good, but he prefers keeping them at arm's length whenever possible.
Luckily for him, this particular hospital seems empty, so even though he knows he'll never be fully at home in a medical setting, at least he doesn't have to worry about someone in a white coat trying to stick him with a syringe or run some other annoying test. In theory, anyway.
For the most part, he stays on the perimeter of things, not wanting to get too entangled nor too lost. Not that his sense of direction is so bad. This is a new place and he doesn't quite have his bearings just yet. And in case the unexpected happens, he reasons that it's better to be on the fringes of the room, closest to the exit so that he can make a quick escape.
As he passes by one of the many rooms, he spots an array of odd-looking canisters lined up on a shelf. Upon closer inspection, he notes the bizarre red mist swirling about inside, and it's then that warning bells started going off. Anything with mist was usually bad; add in the red color of said mist, and Clint's inclined to put as much distance between himself and those canisters as possible. Nothing good could come from lingering too long. Right?
... Right.
For now, he decides the canisters are best left alone and moves onto looking for anything else that might be useful. He can always double back to the canisters later.
Closed to Laura
It really isn't all that surprising that he'd run into his wife here in the hospital. She'd worked in a similar setting before they'd gotten married, and he knew she still held some interest in the profession. And given that they were currently on a strange alien planet, it made even more sense that he'd find her in a medical area. Who knew when one of them, or someone else around them, might need a little extra help?
Sure, he dislikes doctors and all things medical, but sometimes accidents happen.
He's having a look at a set of shelves, poking carefully through debris trying to find something useful, when something catches his eye. "Hey, hon, want to take a look at this?" This isn't really his area of expertise, but if anyone can identify useful objects, it's going to be her.
2. The Farm
Now this is more up his alley. Sure, it's not anything like the farmhouse back at home, but it's unmistakable for anything but a place to grow food and raise animals.
Sure, Clint doesn't recognize any of the plants just yet, and he doesn't immediately spot any animals hanging around, but the more he explores, the more he's reasonably certain those pens look like they're meant to contain animals. Sure, there's a good chance they had other uses once, but he doesn't particularly want to guess at what those other uses might be.
It's not until he descends to the lower levels that his interest really begins to rise. Those unattended pens were interesting, albeit devoid of any kind of animal life, but- He pauses and turns to his right, wondering if he's hearing things. It definitely sounded like a horse's whinny, but where was it coming from?
"I must be going crazy. What would a horse be doing down here?" He hadn't yet noticed the open fields, or else he could have answered his own question.
Some time later, Clint can be found circling the Data Point, as if doing so would somehow clue him in as to what information it contained. He can't help but feel a little bit wary of it, because the last time he interacted with something like it, an overload of information was unceremoniously dumped into his brain.
"Touch it or don't touch it? Why is that always the question?" He grumbles mostly to himself, knowing the answer is that most people can't help but touch things, especially very conspicuous glowing orbs.
3. Cyan 16
The town square is interesting enough, but it's also fairly normal, if a collection of buildings that have clearly seen better days can be considered normal. As far as Clint is concerned, everything could be innocuous, or it could also be concealing something very sinister. They don't really have a way of knowing which one is which, and whether it's paranoia talking or not, he can't help but feel wary.
Either way, exploration is the name of the game, so he heads out past the town square, wanting to see what lies beyond.
He doesn't get very far before he encounters a large, looming gate, and a nearby path that has clearly not been maintained. It just screams "danger", and while Clint isn't afraid of things like overgrown paths, it doesn't seem very wise to go down one without backup. Who knows what could be down there?
So, since he's already here, he decides to at least inspect the gate a little closer before heading back to the main part of town.
[ OOC: If you'd prefer to do something else, drop me a line @
Brackets or prose are a-okay with me. ]
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Once she's grabbed onto the data point, the influx of knowledge is jarring, but it's not painful or upsetting. It's amazing, actually, how much she knows about the plants growing here, now, and the agriculture of this world. It leaves her in a bit of a daze for a moment before she shakes her head as if to clear it.
Then, with a laugh, she grabs Clint's hand and drags him over to some of the trees, pointing up to a large, leathery-looking fruit. "Let's try one of those!" Popping the cork off her waterskin, she forms a whip out of the water and aims for the stem of the fruit. A quick slash is all it takes to drop the fruit to the ground, which conveniently helps crack the husk. "Here," she says, picking it up and pulling it open with a little effort.
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Well, she seems fine, and no worse the wear for having touched the point. Before he really knows what's happening, she's grabbed him by the hand and is pulling him along. It makes him smile, though, because she definitely reminds him of his own daughter, as much as that thought makes him miss her. "Okay, well, you're the expert here, so I'm gonna follow your lead."
His eyebrows lift as he watches her form a water whip, and he can't help but look surprised as she uses it to drop the fruit from the tree. "Wow. You're- Uh, remind me not to get on your bad side." It's mostly a tease, but if she can do that with just water, he figures she's definitely not someone to underestimate. "Thanks."
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Even though he was teasing, what he said wasn't exactly wrong. Katara is a friendly girl, and loyal almost to a fault, but it isn't like she hasn't frozen people to trees in the past for crossing her. She likes Clint, though, so he's safe.
"I only use my bending to help people," she informs him. "Well... most of the time."
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So he takes a small bite of his own fruit, and after chewing on it for a bit, he decides it's not so bad. "That's pretty good, actually." But he focuses back in on their conversation about her and what she can do. "Well, that's what anyone who can defend themselves says. I'm a pretty decent archer from what people say, but of course I only use it to help people too." Barring the time when he didn't, and hurt and killed a lot of people, but he doesn't like to talk about that.
"So this bending of yours. Is it something you can learn, or something you're just born with?"
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She trails off, unsure how to frame the story of Sokka's brilliant boomeranging without a dozen different lines of context. Could she even explain it properly? Would he even care to hear?
"Well, my brother, he used his boomerang to hit someone who was attacking us from around the corner of a building. It was genius." She nodded once for emphasis, then, and Clint's question gave her a different topic to focus on.
"Bending is a skill you're born with," Katara informs him. "It tends to run in families, but it can skip generations. Neither of my parents or any of my grandparents were benders, and my brother isn't, either. I'm actually the last waterbender in the Southern Water Tribe." Her voice takes a more somber note there.
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Some elements of her story are lost on Clint, but he gets the gist of it. There was a fight, and Katara's brother handled himself admirably.
"Huh, the last one? So that makes you pretty important. And special." And when he notes the somber tone in her voice, he tentatively reaches out for her hand to give it a squeeze, hoping she doesn't interpret the gesture as too forward.
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When Clint squeezes her hand, she returns the gesture, seeing it for the comfort it's meant to be. Her fingers are slender and cool--the hands of a child capable of wielding immense power.
"My bending means more to me than you can imagine." And it's cost her more than he knows, too. The naked hollow of her throat feels exposed, and her free hand touches the spot where her pendant sat. "I'm a healer, too, so let me know if you ever get hurt."