revivalproject | ♤ More Than Fine, More Than Bent on Getting By

WHO: Cayde-6 and all'a you
WHERE: ~~IN YUR SPACE~~ Here, there, anywhere! Ugh, just tell him to go home
WHAT: Someone is totally not having attachment issues and just wanting to hang out because that what u do
WHEN: Post-Billicity, through June
WARNINGS: N/A I think
NOTES: Prose to start, will match as preferred.

♤ Fancy Meeting You Here!
For the lack of adrenaline Cayde had still found himself able to go along as though nothing had happened, because things being 'normal' acted in its own way like an energy boost, just being in familiar territory with people whom not only did he know, but that knew him back. He knows it's not nearly so simple, of course, but that's a different sort of problem that he knows he can't personally fix for everyone. Not that it means he won't try to make things a little better.

He certainly hasn't been particularly shy about popping by the more frequented places of the town to begin with, and now it's like he's doing so with a vengeance. The greenhouse, sure. The diner? Of course. The hangar? You bet. The Deep End? Absolutely. He may even be there more often than usual, if only because he knows it's a sure place people come by, if not for the hard liquor then maybe for some coffee. Thought you were about to have a quiet drink? Well, look alive, you've got company. Maybe he'll even try picking out a tune on that guitar there that's practically become a communal instrument. And then there's the amphitheater, because he knows some people use that as a place to blow off some excess energy.

For people he's more familiar with, it shouldn't come as a surprise to find him just there in their space at some point, invited himself in, made himself at home. It's fine, we're all fine. Yes, he's terribly clingy (even though he will attempt not to make it obvious) because being in a busy city and yet finding yourself able to still be isolated is an experience he could have done without. No, he's not going to outright admit it, but it's been a long month. Let him have this. Please.

♤ Great Googly Moogly!
It never fails; you're just going about your day like usual and then you turn and suddenly find yourself startled by a pair of googly eyes staring at you. Unless you're Ikora, in which case this will probably not startle so much as prompt an arch of a brow. But there they are.

Helmets are a prime target, especially on the back. Doors, trees, Jon's chair, someone's mug, a random wrench, Ophiuchus, glasses (I mean, how can you not?!)- free game. Sky's the limit- although if Cayde had the means, he might have very well tried that too.

Not to worry. This too shall pass. Probably.

Or at least it will when he runs out of googly eyes.

♤ Not-Home-Away-From-Not-Home-Away-From-Not-Home
The days and nights in the city facsimile had been more like regular days back on Earth and yet they still had felt incredibly long. Staying awake most of those nights just lent to the impression. He's sure that the exhaustion he feels is more mental than physical, but he's been most determined to make his rounds.

The old Agrii furniture store is one of Cayde's more random haunts, a place he enjoys poking around for supplies and random knick-knacks when he's bored or to sprawl out on one of the many beds. At the moment it's the latter, and should anyone happen to wander into the bed section, they'll find the Hunter lying across the end of a bed on his side, an arm tucked under his hooded head, optics shuttered, hand cannon still holstered at his side. Exos don't need to sleep, but in keeping with the habits of their formerly fleshy selves they can if they wish, and low and behold, it looks like he's doing just that, finally given in to all the running around.

Hovering watchfully nearby is his Ghost Sundance, and should they suddenly find themselves with company she'll swivel around to look at whomever might come upon her sleeping Guardian.

♤ Aces Wild
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Cayde's argument has Jon chuckle lightly and he has to shrug. "Fair point. I was merely told they are rather tasty." He obviously hasn't tried any. Or actual lobster back on Earth, for the matter. That sort of meal has always been far out of his price range and he never particularly felt like he was missing out.

"So what do you want to go fishing for? Any particular spot you want to try?"

"We'll have to cook one up and find out the truth to that then," Cayde suggests. Not that he has any idea how to cook a lobster.

"Oh, I was figuring from the roof of the place the bar's at. Or maybe the lake? Those're the obvious two off the top of my head unless there's a nice spot by the beach that isn't all sand."

Jon knows how to cook a lobster. But he has zero experience in it. It's all theoretical knowledge provided by the Eye. "I believe they are used for certain dishes at the diner."

He raises a set of curious brows at Cayde's suggested fishing spots. "Rooftop fishing? I mean- We have seen some of the creatures living between those buildings, but I am certain there are different ones further up."

"Given people have been squeamish about roasting glownies, I'm not surprised. The lobsters are maybe the next biggest commodity. Aside from the squirrel-things I've hunted out in the woods, not that there's a whole lotta meat on 'em."

Cayde grins. "You know what this means? More exploration time!"

"Christ, how can they be squeamish when these animals are their one reliable source of meat!" Jon points out with a mild tone of exasperation. "I mean- I see where it may be difficult to butcher an animal, but don't we have some survival experts around?" And he pauses there, abruptly very quiet and maybe a little flustered at his own reaction. No. He may not really be eating actual food, but even Jon appreciates the occasional steak.

He clears his throat. "I- I mean. You're right. W-we... We need to explore more of this planet. Even I can't simply look what's past these woods surrounding Temba." Seems like even the Eye can't see everything. At least not without some effort.

The Exo holds up his hands. "Some might have valid reasons, as you said, but yeah. When you have something and not much else there's not much room to complain. But I think figuring out the how's might also be a factor. I can hunt but I don't know my way around chopping up meat. I think Vanth said he's willing to try though."

He tilts his head at the Archivist then. "Bad reception or something? There might be the possibility that there isn't anything worthwhile out there. Too bad when we came back from our space trips we didn't get a chance to really look around while we were still airborne."

"Bad rec- You know what, sure." Jon relents with a sigh, not too sure he wants to try and figure out the actual reasons.

Instead, he shrugs. "There still are these train tracks that have to lead somewhere." Jon makes a little gesture with his hand. "I actually had hoped those speeders Tony has been working on were meant to be used to explore further parts of this world, not merely for something as senseless as racing them into a crash pile." And he gives a small, disappointed huff.

Cayde snappoints at the Archivist then. "There is that. I was talking with that Ezra kid about it. He was suggesting a whole expedition but I don't think it needs to be so big, especially with no guarantee of actually finding anything on the other end."

He does wince subtly as Jon mentions the speeder accident, glancing away awkwardly as he scratches the back of his hooded head.

While he notices the wince, Jon refrains from commenting on it. He's aware there were several people involved in the crash.

Instead, Jon can't help but smirk a little. "...and yet we all know the most effective way of to equip Tommy with a Go Pro helmet and send him running." And maybe have Billy on stand-by in case anything happens to his brother. The twins make more more elaborate expeditions basically pointless.

"There is that," Cayde says, nodding as he's quite glad to sidestep the other line of conversation. "Hopefully he'd have better luck than when he tried running off to find the origin point of the new light source. Kid ran for half an hour and didn't find anything. That is a lot of ground covered at the speeds he can manage."

"I'm a little surprised he hasn't mapped out the landmass we are on yet." Jon notes with a light note in his voice. He doesn't necessarily expect Tommy to do just that, but of everyone brought here by the Agrii, he still has one of the most useful powers if it comes to exploring Agra 10. Even if maintaining that energy requires a lot of sustenance.

Jon turns his attention back to Cayde. "So we are going fishing, I understand?"

"It'd be easier if we could fly, but the Agrii are stingy about the ships. I wonder if anyone's asked them about other cities. That at least should be an easy enough question to understand."

Cayde shakes his head. Getting in touch with the Agrii seems to be the bigger problem, really. And yet they'd gotten through to them during that magical city thing, so it's not like they haven't been watching. He frowns thoughtfully, drumming his fingers on the bench.

"Huh? Oh! Yeah. Fishing," he says, blinking at the reminder, then grins as he springs to his feet.

There is an unquestioned agreement about Cayde's observation regarding the advantages of flight - And how oddly little the Agrii appear to care about that. Today isn't going to be the day where that will change either, so Jon is willing to not dwell too much about it.

At least for now.

Instead, he gets onto his feet as well, nodding at the Exo. "I will meet you on the rooftop of your bar?" Because, why not. Even if they only ended up fishing more snacks for Grogu that day.

More fodder for another message to try sending to the Agrii, anyway. Like Jon, Cayde sets that thought aside, now that he has something immediate to look forward to.

"Sounds good. I'll bring the fishing poles." He's eager to break in the one the Agrii had actually been able to provide, serviceable as the one he'd made has been. "See you there!"

♤ More Than Fine, More Than Bent on Getting By

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