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December Intro Log

Who: New arrivals, old residents
When: December 2 and days after
Where: Avagi
What: Hello, nice to meet you

Arrival

For those who most recently passed through the portals of energy that brought them here on a one-way trip, Avagi may be rather disorienting, but some areas are quite lively, and there are plenty of places to explore. As they make their way into their new home, they'll encounter new acquintances and a few pitfalls.

As a result of the mini-dinosaurs burrowing for new hidey-holes, there's a rash of structural instability in the station. The worst has been patched up, but watch out—venture into the wrong area and a panel could clock you on the head.
Due to a minor programming glitch, some of the taskbots originally designed to transport messages or small deliveries have found themselves on the same route, competing for space. Is this the saddest game of bumper cars ever or what?
The portals to Kaittos are on the verge of fading away completely, but while many are being cautious and planning to conserve the resources gathered there, a small buffet has been set up inside the bar. Come make yourself a plate, but remember, this bounty is limited.

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( The Buffet )

[ So, of course, the bar isn't a place that Stan would usually be found but he's heard rumor of the buffet. It's hard to know what's kosher in space and while he does his best a lot of times he just eats whatever looks good, like now.

His plate is piled up -- not too greedily, though, as he walks away from the table. He glances around the bar and then makes for the door of it to find some place to eat that's not what very clearly feels like a place he shouldn't be.

So maybe you stop the young kid in khaki shorts and a light blue button up with failed attempts at taming his curly hair and only the kippah he wears pretty regularly (it makes him not feel so far away from his family and home) to invite him to eat with you or to tell him to slow down before he spills his food on someone or the floor.

That'd be a waste. ]

( Library )

[ Stan isn't quite as addicted to the library as Ben had seemed to be but there were still subjects that held his interest. He had a really worn bird book from home that'd luckily been with him when he came here. He goes to the library in search of more, though. You'd have to think that a place like this there'd be all sorts of bird books right?

But, when he gets there he ends up just staring at the rows and rows of books.

Where does he even start to look? ]

( Wildcard )

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exploration

[Richie's already gotten himself into situations where he could have almost died--both in Derry, and already here as well. That doesn't stop him from taking off on his own to see what sorts of cool (or uncool) things he can find. In addition to aimlessly roaming the halls, he can be found checking out the animal nursery and the bartering block.]

food

[He was sold at the mere mention of food. He'd been down to Kaittos once before, and was considering it once more--but he's a growing boy, and food wins out. At least at first. Once he locates the buffet, he's stuffing his pockets with baked goods and fruits while picking off pieces of meat and vegetables to taste as he's working his way through the line.]

taskbots

[He's never seen anything like these taskbots before, and there's so many of them. While the change in location and technology and everything is a lot to adjust to, he's taking it enough in stride enough to let himself have fun. Apparently no one had told him not to stand on the taskbots, because it doesn't even occur to him that he shouldn't. Instead, he's got each foot on a different bot, arms stretched out, with a pastry hanging out of his mouth.]

(During the month Eddie has spent on this place, he realizes that it's good to take advantage of food like this. It isn't his first time at the bar, and it wouldn't be his last, but he's just as generous with his portions as Stan is. He eats two plates worth of food until he halfway feels sick. There was certainly a little bit of Sonia Kaspbrak in his appetite, though it'd never go anywhere with Eddie.

Instead, he winds up bloated and groaning just outside of the bar, laying down next to his bike. The ground is filthy and normally Eddie would be concerned about that, but Eddie had a certain beauty of at times being hypocritical when it suited him. Now was one of those times.

He sees Stan's familiar shoes come into view, and doesn't budge.)

Stan. Please. Kiiiiill me. (He covers his face with both of his hands.) I ate way too much.

[ Stan stares at Richie standing on the taskbots and looking like, well, a complete fool. He also looks like he's probably about to get hurt but Stan doesn't go that route with his commentary. ]

You look like an imbecile.

And you're going to break one of those.

[ He doesn't really understand what 'those' are but they're probably not things they should be breaking! ]

You're going to break your leg, Richie!

(Never far away, Eddie's managed to find Richie about five minutes after separating from him at some point. Five minutes and Richie was already doing something that could kill him. If Richie wasn't going to fall over on his own, Eddie's sudden screaming might have done the trick into scaring him off a robot. Either way, Eddie's nearby with his hands clutched to his chest at the sheer horror of Richie.

He's instantly next to him, grabbing at his arm, just in case he falls.)

Get down.

Learn to live a little, Stanley! It's fun.

[He wobbles some as the bots try to move forward with the additional weight on them.]

Anyway, can't they fix themselves if they're robots?

[Eddie's screeching startles him, and looking over his shoulder almost causes him to lose his balance entirely. His teeth press down too much as he overcorrects, and the pastry falls to the ground as a result. It's sacrifice is felt as another taskbot runs it right over.]

What the hell, Eddie! You made me drop my snack!

[And then Eddie's grabbing hold of him, grounding him in place while the taskbots keep moving, and that is just enough for him to stumble off.]

I'm sorry but you were going to break your neck!

(Probably. Actually probably would have been safer if Eddie hadn't grabbed at him. At least Richie doesn't die a horrible death. Even if it does mean he sort of catches Eddie with his body and it's not a great collision. He can already feel a bruise forming, but whatever.

He does feel pretty bad about the pastry treat though, looking down at where it had met its demise.)

I can get you a new one.

At least it would've been in a cool way! [He doesn't even grasp that there was nothing cool about that he was doing. Richie envisions himself having surfed down the hallway on robots, not looked like a complete idiot.

He sighs, and straightens and dusts Eddie's shirt off for him, even if there's little reason to.]

It's okay. I got another in my pocket. [He demonstrates by pulling another pastry out. This one is smooshed, too warm, and hardly resembles its original form.] Want some? [It's not as disgusting as it looks, Eds, look, he's taking a bite out of it.]

[He’s already learned a lot over the last month about this universe, whatever little bits he can that can help him with cultivating the greenhouse further too, but despite his efforts to build a comprehensive knowledge of this place, he can’t help but feel he’s lagging behind, trapped behind an endless sea of books. At least the Internet simplified things back home, even when the majority of it was just memes and pointless chatter.

There’s a healthy stack of books in his arm that he’s carefully returning. The lack of a proper return system means it’s still easier to just put all of them back himself. He’d spent enough time at the NYPL picking out books for him and Steve as a kid to know better than to leave things laying out anyway.

Since he only has the one arm, he has to set the books down on the ground to place the next. It’s while he’s doing this that the young man comes into sight, Bucky turning to catch his eye before throwing on a polite smile.]

Hey there. [He turns back to slide the next book back into place before looking toward his fellow visitor again. There is a clear look of confusion on his face, and it would be cruel to leave him to his own devices.] Lookin’ for something?

There's no cool way to break your neck! (Jesus Richie. They had just barely survived summer, he really doesn't need you trying to off yourself because of stupid robots.

Eddie's sulking fades slightly when he's uselessly dusted off. His eyes go to the pastry that Richie pulls out, and it's pretty clear what Eddie thinks of that by the curl on his mouth even long before he says anything.)

That's disgusting, Richie. (Except he's eying it with some muted curiosity. He might be persuaded to try it.)

I don't even want to know what's been in your pockets.

(1) Arrival

Considering the various people out and about when Sam finally wandered out into Avagi proper. The black material and glowing circuit lines he was still sporting, even when he briefly wondered why before just being thankful it did follow him here considering what had happened to his actual clothes before the armor, hopefully not too eye catching considering everything around him. Still didn't mean that his eventual wanderings gained a purpose as he soon found himself in the bartering block looking around longer then he had in any of the other areas he had briefly looked into. Clothes had jumped up on the priority list of things to get even if just to hide the docked disk on his back from prying eyes.

How he was going to get out of the suit was another worry, so he just had to pretend being in this odd suit and being a nightlight was perfectly normal as he looked around in various piles of stuff.

(2) Space watching

It wasn't a place on high, but the view was at least something as Sam slunk into a corner of the observatory, but the view brought home a lot of everything going on. It also let his silence be mistaken for him being in awe of the roiling storm happening right over his head. Better that then brooding about losing everything and ignoring how permanent that loss is now after it's all said and done.

"Well, it's a hell of a view at least."

(3) Roomba herding

If there was one thing that he had gained from finding out computer programs were alive, was a deep paranoia about just what technology around him now housed and thus what his actions could cause. He likely would never be able to delete a phone app ever again without that knowledge hanging over his head.

It was likely why when the little roomba like robots started bumping into one another has Sam unconsciously using one of his feet to gently push some of them out of the way as he watches them from against a hallway wall, just so they can go around the others a bit more easily. It was a completely pointless thing to do, but it was something to do and hey it just meant the more he got going on the right path the less there were to get stepped on in this part of the hall.

(4) Wildcard

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The observatory is a frequent stop for Flynn, one of the first places he was drawn to after his own arrival. The force field blocks out the cold and the sizzle-snap of ionized energy, leaving a silent mass of roiling clouds to block out any and all stars. Two planets go sight unseen beyond the churning veil, dead, dark, and lifeless.

Usually one or more fellow passengers can be found here, slightly discomfited by the sight, but he's not expecting to see the glow of a disc, outlined in the dark. Quorra? No. The figure is tall, masculine, just like-

Flynn presses his lips together a moment, his mouth dry. Dimly, he remembers his own anxiety when he was first here, when he'd thundered to Alan beyond a barrier of hard, hot light and malicious intent: Where is my son?

"Sam?"

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Considering he hadn't let himself think of it being something that could happen here. Let alone try and actively look for anyone he may know here, his name doesn't register at first. Instead Sam is looking to see who else just entered as it couldn't be who he thought he heard, not after what he saw and kept trying to pretend didn't happen.

Yet there he was, as if the entire run for the portal hadn't happened.

"Dad, but I saw..."

And there's the shut down as he stops from doing more then turning to face him fully, taking a step back instead of towards. This is a sick joke of some kind, he knew what he had seen, what he had heard when he was told to go and use the portal.

[Richie just shrugs it off. Sometimes he likes to egg Eddie on about injuries or diseases, or anything that gets an easy reaction out of him. Right now he's more focused on eating his pastry.]

I can tell you. My hands. Lint. A ticket stub from the Aladdin. [All of this listed as he chews, and then he's holding the pastry out, right in Eddie's face.] It's totally fine to eat. It still tastes kinda fresh too.

(Eddie was lucky on this day. He gives Richie a very serious look as he lists off all these items. The most questionable of which would be Richie's hands. When was the last time he washed them?

Yet Eddie's a kid, and kids love sweets, so when that pastry is shoved in his face? He grabs Richie's wrist to steady his hand and leans forward to take a small bite of it.

He backs up a second later, looking thoughtful.)

It kind of tastes like a twinkie.

Yet, for all Sam has seen, there Flynn stands hale and hearty, awash in the soft glow of light bordering his robes. This time, there is no halting, awed approach, his steps quick. He needs to know he's really here, hands out for him.

Sam's expression is devastating. What's happened? he wants to ask, but offers, instead:

"It's all right, kiddo." Is he telling himself that, too?

Do you want one? We can go see if there's any left.

[He's pretty sure Eddie doesn't want the last one that's at the bottom of his pocket. That one got squashed way too much, and Richie's pretty sure it's mostly crumbs in his pocket.]

I took a bunch of stuff from the buffet earlier.

Some part of Sam wants to laugh at that response. It hasn't been all right in years, and that place just made it even worse. Some of it must show because the smile he manages feels brittle and likely more grimace of pain then an actual smile.

Instead he just feels tired and half expects this to be his mind or something and he'll blink and the other will be gone.

"All right should get a new decorator for this place then."

It was hardly a witty response, but it was just words to try and keep from saying something he shouldn't as he just watches the other move towards him. It's a pretty good hallucination if nothing else, maybe whatever was in the air in this place had something to do with it.

[Alan gets pinged about the runaway roombas pretty quickly. After almost two years as part of the crew, it seems his reputation as a programmer is a given—despite the fact that he has no experience programming maintenance bots.

At least it’s not too difficult to follow the sound of distressed whirring coming from down the hall. Hopefully the little bots are as high-tech as everything else on this station. If Alan’s lucky, they’ll even come with an easy-to-use diagnostics interface.

He can dream, can’t he?

That’s about as far-flung as his hopes are when he rounds the corner. He’s certainly not expecting to see the trademark light-on-black of the Grid or a familiar profile frowning down at the wayward taskbots. Alan stops in his tracks, momentarily speechless with shock before he finally finds his voice.]

Sam?

[It's likely a good thing there is a wall behind Sam right now because with how quickly he leaned back to properly see Alan standing on the other side of the hallway.]

Never took you as a space going type Alan. Or whatever this place is, is really messing with my mind.

[Excuse him, Sam is letting his mouth run away from him because he's still trying to process that you're actually here and all Alan.]

(Eddie absolutely does not want the last one at the bottom of his pocket. Richie could inspire him to take a bite, but eating the whole thing? No way. The temptation for treats though? Hard to pass up. He gives a very serious nod.)

Yeah. Maybe there's other stuff too. I'm kind of starving anyway.

(For everything. Buffets were fun too. You could fill up a plate with anything you want, anything at all.)

C'mon. (He heads off towards the bar, and walks next to Richie. He has to grin a little, remembering his first time at the bar.)

I tried to steal a bottle of beer when I first got here. Just because. (He wasn't really that interested in drinking. It had just been one of those impulsive, weird things. The kind of things that made it clear why these two were a Package Deal kind of thing.)

But I dropped the stupid thing and this lady, Clara, totally caught me. But she was nice about it.

[Alan laughs, wondering and incredulous. He steps towards Sam, trying to remember the last time he’d seen him. Was it a year ago? More?]

I didn’t have much say in it, to tell the truth. [It takes him a moment to realize what a strange thing it is for Sam to say. They’d all still been on the Moira when Alan last saw him—that’s about as “space-going” as you can get. His smile falters, growing uncertain. It wouldn't be the first time here someone came back missing a few memories.]

Do you remember the last time we spoke?

[Richie is a bottomless pit and even though he was just there a bit earlier, he can't object to more food. Especially when it's actually good food and not something he's concocted for himself with his less-than-stellar cooking skills.]

Eddie. [Richie can't help but laugh at the image of his best bro getting caught.] If there's one in there again, I can take put it in my pocket. If anyone asks, I can tell them it's my wang!

[This is coupled with the sort of gestures one might expect from Richie.]

Shut up! I tried. (But Eddie's laughing too. It had been mortifying at the time, of course, but it's a funny memory considering nothing bad really came out of it.

He gives Richie a spectacularly flat look and then looks down.)

Uh, yeah, literally no one with half a brain would buy that.

(He shoves at said gesture because stop it, Richie! That's gross. Even if Eddie's mouth is twitching the slightest bit. He is not amused! Probably!)

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December Intro Log

Stan Uris | OTA

( The Buffet )

( Library )

( Wildcard )

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