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revivalproject2021-06-03 12:03 pm
thesepreciousthings) wrote in revivalproject2021-06-03 12:03 pm
(Network & Log) somebody to lean on - forward-dated
[the video feed cuts in to show Clarice, freshly showered, wet hair pulled back, dressed in the silk pajamas she arrived in - because she needed a little comfort, a little piece of home. she's got a cup of tea cradled in her hands, and while she still looks a little tired, her eyes are clear and present]
Hey, everybody. I think I've met most of you by now, if only by seein' you at the community meeting a month or so ago, but if you don't recall, my name's Clarice Starling. I know we've all been through a lot the last few weeks, and this isn't a place to point fingers or blow off steam... I just want to let you all know that I used to work with victims of violent crime, so I now a thing or two about lending an ear after people've been through trauma. If you feel comfortable with coming to talk, my door's open. I'm two floors down from the Deep End, the one with the metal star hangin' on the door. I'll be happy to take the time.
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WHO: Clarice Starling & You
WHERE: Clarice's room (or anywhere else you might want to meet up)
WHAT: Talking out the aftermath of Bill-E-tropolis
WHEN: The week after they all return to Temba
WARNINGS: Discussion of trauma, flavors vary! Please label your top levels for folks.
A: Clarice's Room
The metal star on the door Clarice mentioned is a decoration she picked up on Coruscant - made of some sort of light, fine alloy that shines green like light underwater at the right angle. She hasn't done much else to make the little run-down hotel room hers yet, save for set up a bundle of blankets and pillows in one corner to sleep on, and put in hooks to hang her clothing on the wall. A few pads of paper sit next to the bundle, and there are a few extra pillows for company to sit on. She's already sketched a few things: vistas from Coruscant, a few rough portraits of familiar faces from home, before they're too lost to memory. She's no Da Vinci, but they're passable enough.
When the door opens, she's sitting on her makeshift bed, one of the pads in her lap, making herself a list of the tasks she wants to catch up on. At the sight of a familiar face, she smiles.
"Hey, come on in."
B: Dealer's Choice
(Start your own TL if you want, she's flexible.)
Hey, everybody. I think I've met most of you by now, if only by seein' you at the community meeting a month or so ago, but if you don't recall, my name's Clarice Starling. I know we've all been through a lot the last few weeks, and this isn't a place to point fingers or blow off steam... I just want to let you all know that I used to work with victims of violent crime, so I now a thing or two about lending an ear after people've been through trauma. If you feel comfortable with coming to talk, my door's open. I'm two floors down from the Deep End, the one with the metal star hangin' on the door. I'll be happy to take the time.
WHO: Clarice Starling & You
WHERE: Clarice's room (or anywhere else you might want to meet up)
WHAT: Talking out the aftermath of Bill-E-tropolis
WHEN: The week after they all return to Temba
WARNINGS: Discussion of trauma, flavors vary! Please label your top levels for folks.
A: Clarice's Room
The metal star on the door Clarice mentioned is a decoration she picked up on Coruscant - made of some sort of light, fine alloy that shines green like light underwater at the right angle. She hasn't done much else to make the little run-down hotel room hers yet, save for set up a bundle of blankets and pillows in one corner to sleep on, and put in hooks to hang her clothing on the wall. A few pads of paper sit next to the bundle, and there are a few extra pillows for company to sit on. She's already sketched a few things: vistas from Coruscant, a few rough portraits of familiar faces from home, before they're too lost to memory. She's no Da Vinci, but they're passable enough.
When the door opens, she's sitting on her makeshift bed, one of the pads in her lap, making herself a list of the tasks she wants to catch up on. At the sight of a familiar face, she smiles.
"Hey, come on in."
B: Dealer's Choice
(Start your own TL if you want, she's flexible.)
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If he doesn't know what returning means ... considering the rest of what he'd said, Clarice wonders if he was close to death when the Agrii brought him back to Temba. Or perhaps imprisonment or other punishment for the things he regrets.
"It sounds like making the best of things is the very best thing you can do. And if there's any way I can help you with that, I'd be happy to. You've always been straight with me, from day one, and I value that a hell of a lot, Jon. I've said this to a couple people here already, and now I'm gonna tell you, too: it doesn't matter what you've done elsewhere, or in the past. I consider my friends based on their actions in the here and now, and everything I've seen you do of your own will spoke to you being a decent man."
Having said her piece for the moment, she picked up their cups and began to squeeze out the little squares of cheesecloth she'd used as tea bags.
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"Maybe, if I am lucky... Maybe the Agrii allow me to go along with Tony by the time they send us ... Home. If that's possible..." And if Tony doesn't disappear before that. Which he doesn't hope and therefore simply tries not to think about. "At the moment that's the one option I have and even that is... It's not something I can plan for. I can only plan for the present."
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She settled back into her seat with her own cup and smiled at him over the rim once she'd blown on the tea to cool it a bit. "I'd imagine the two of you balance each other out pretty well."
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As Clarice raised her cup, she gave him a wink: her little sign that she knew she was among his group, and that he was in her own.
"Here's to friends, Jon."