January Intro Log

[savmods]

Who: New arrivals and old residents
When: January 5 and beyond
Where: Avagi
What: Hello, nice to meet you
Warnings: Label where applicable.

Arrival

A shiver of light, a sense of falling, and Avagi's portals have claimed another traveller. For those first stepping out of the Ingress Memorial, Avagi may be rather disorienting, but some areas are quite lively, and there are plenty of places to explore. As newcomers make their way into their new home, they'll encounter new acquaintances and a few pitfalls. Last month's time distortions have settled... for the most part. The strange flickering light atop the Ingress Memorial's central fragment lingers, though, pulsing and shifting in strange, hypnotic patterns. Left to their own devices, a character may stand in place for over a day, entirely unaware of their surroundings or the passage of time. They can be snapped out of the daze... with effort. And in most cases, touch. Over the last few months, Avagi's sudden population has done a good job breaking in old living spaces. Unfortunately, after a century of disrepair, some of those systems have been quietly breaking down. Today? It's the plumbing. The Bar, Bartering Block, and several of the Labs are rapidly imitating a swamp. The Gym has acquired a new pool, and Sanitation is mostly underwater. Residents of the Chemistry and 🙀 housing sectors may need to start putting up sandbags—or bailing their rooms dry. Whether to lend a hand or loot their neighbors, someone's going to need to (dive) get to the bottom of all this. The water spillage is mostly clean, but if conditions persist, that won't last long. While a few (aquatic) species of the local mini-dinos are enjoying the new swimming space just fine, their more feathery compatriots have rapidly gone from bedraggled to soaked... and heading towards hypothermic. The recent spate of exterminations has them warier than usual of humanoid life, but less hostile (or more oblivious) station-dwellers may find a small flock trying to get dry in front of their space heaters—or any sources of potential warmth.

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[Welcome to Thisavrou! If you haven't already, we encourage you to check out the OOC intro and calendar for January. Oldbies, please also make sure you've glanced through the activity check. A mod update will be going up soon with information on what's coming up, but if there are any questions in the interim, feel free to use the activity check comment.]

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Kylo Ren → OTA

[obumbravit]

→ 🅞🅑🅢🅔🅡🅥🅐🅣🅘🅞🅝 🅢🅣🅐🅣🅘🅞🅝

[ The swirls of gasses move like ink in water, twisting and whirling in on themselves, obscuring most of the stars in the sky. The ones that were visible are unfamiliar, no matter how deeply he peered not only with his eyes.

Kylo Ren stands at parade rest, the lights of the storm nebula casting his visage in blue and red as he stands as still as a statue to anyone who may pass. His eyes close, and he reaches out, exhaling slowly through his nose as he focuses on the connection between things, the minutia, the soft shift of dust in the air, the force. He feels as though he's drifting like that dust, detached without the anchor of his Supreme Leader to keep him still.

He can hear the music of the storm, the rolling lows and sparkling highs, the brightness and the darkness of it all, so foreign and at the same time... all the same. It calms him, the constant torment of his soul still flashing hot like a grease fire over what he had so recently committed, the need to go crawling back begging for forgiveness for what he's done. Instead he focuses on the darkness, centering himself again, letting the edges of blinding light fade back out of his mind's eye. He could handle this. There was no choice but to keep moving forward. ]

→ 🅤🅝🅒🅞🅜🅕🅞🅡🅣🅐🅑🅛🅔 🅜🅔🅞🅦

[ A room assignment is along the more comfortable things he's seen since his arrival, with his face still aching with it's barely patched wound and his side still leaching blood into the bandages wrapped around it and nary a medbot in sight. With all the status that being the Supreme Leader's apprentice brought him, his living arrangements had always been...meager.

But at least it had never been under water.

The heavy wools and synthetics that Kylo Ren wore did not interact with water well, weighing down his boots and shoulders and arms with every movement, stoking that ever present fury up as he finds a small raised section of the residential block that only held water up to his ankles. Muttering a stream of curses he drags his cowl off his shoulders, letting it hit the ground with a heavy splash. His hair hung in wet curls around his face, having had the unfortunate luck of stepping right into a deep patch while following the directions to his assigned location. His boots had dragged him straight down, fully submerged down a service hatch that had been left open before he could even shout in surprise.

His shirt hangs heavily on his shoulders, streaming water from the seams as he undoes it with a tucked chin and gritted teeth, tossing it ontop of the floating cloak. The under shirt follows, before he gathers all the heavy wet fabric in one hand and lobs it at a wall with all his strength, yelling in frustration through the swing and release. Unfortunately, the unpleasant SPLAT! the impact makes far less satisfying than he had hoped, and he stands there half dressed as the rest of his clothing drops back into the water as if to spite him.]

→ 🅦🅘🅛🅓🅒🅐🅡🅓

[ ooc: Prompt me at your own risk! Kylo Ren should be considered armed and overemotional! ]

[ex_bossily211]

[Clara's meaning to track down all her students to ensure they're alright. She's moving through the residential block quickly, looking like a displeased wet cat as she tries to keep the splashing to a minimum. Her boots and tights are off, leaving her barefoot and in a little dress that thankfully isn't soaking wet. All things considered, she's doing pretty well for herself despite the circumstances.

It's the wet splat sound that gets her to slide to a stop and look down the corridor. Her eyes go wide as she sees him standing there, half dressed and injured. She realizes he's just hurled his clothing at the wall in anger, and something about knowing he's capable of moments like it trigger even more foggy memories that she'd rather not deal with right now.

It would be so easy to tease him, but she doesn't. She really doesn't need a fight right now. Instead she tiptoes through the water and crouches so she can try picking up his discarded clothes. They're surprisingly heavy, which makes her curse under her breath. It takes every ounce of her strength not to completely stare at his body. But she can't help stealing a shameless peek as she glances up his direction.]

I may have some things in my room that'll fit you. Like bandages. And a shirt...if you wanted a dry one.

[obumbravit]

[ It's the girl from the maze, and the moment she goes for his clothing he steps forward, almost glad to have an actual target for his annoyance.]

I do not need you doing my laundry, old woman.

[ He closes the distance and leans over her, close enough that his breath can be felt as he speaks through his teeth, snatching the heavy bundle with one hand. The water splashes both of them, streaming from every hanging bit of of fabric. If Clara wasn't wet before, she certainly was now. ]

[ex_bossily211]

[Oh, so he's going to keep calling her that. She's just about to open her mouth and retort when he acts like an overgrown child, managing to get her wet in the process. She gasps at how chilly it is when it hits her, eyes instantly burning with anger.]

What in the hell is wrong with you?

[She hisses out the words, looking very much like a little angry pomeranian shaking after being tossed in an ice bath.]

Do you have something against dry shirts? Or is it just because I'm offering that you're acting like a child?

[She kicks at the water and sends it flying toward him. He's an idiot that doesn't deserve to have such a nice chest to look at.]

[obumbravit]

I would seem like a child to someone of your age.

[He spits the words at her, only to wince when he tweaks the wound at his side, his jaw working the pain away with a grimace. The heat leaves his expression as quickly as it came, and he holds the cloth out from his side, his lip curling up as he looks down at her.]

How do you think you'll benefit from following me around like a stray dog?

[ex_bossily211]

I wasn't following you!

[She shouts, her voice echoing down the corridor. Her temper runs hot, and it quickly explodes with his pushing her buttons. She wants to reach out and shove him, but he's essentially a wall compared to her and she knows she won't get him to budge. So instead her hands ball up into fists and she just barely resists taking a swing at him.]

I was looking for my students, and you just so happened to be here. You're an idiot, if you're injured like that and not accepting dry bandages.

the greatest discomfort

[ventifact]

[Rey likes water. Really, she does. It had never rained on Jakku, and nearly the entire water supply had been controlled by Unkar Plutt. So the free access to it that had come on the Moira, then Thisavrou, and now the Avagi station--she is usually pleased to see it.

But when things begin to flood, she realizes that water is not quite what she's made it out to be in her mind.

She grumbles as she walks down the corridor of the residential blocks, feet squelching in her shoes with each step. They need all hands on deck to fix the leaks, and she isn't exempt from that, much to her chagrin. She's left BB-9 in her room, determined to keep the little astromech away from the water as much as possible. She isn't about to lose her droid, not on a space station of all places.

The cat block is the last one for her to visit, and by the time she gets there, she is a soggy, cranky mess. If she wasn't so determined to keep this space station from floating dead in space, she would have given up hours ago. But here she is, bag of tools held above her head as she slogs through thigh-high water to find the source of the leak.

Rey hears a splat from around the corner, and hopes to whatever gods might be real that there isn't some kind of rathtar-like creature up ahead. Cursing under her breath, she holds the bag up with one hand and reaches for her lightsaber with the other, fingers hovering just above the hilt in case she needs to draw it.

When she rounds the corner, brows furrowed, feet stomping through the watery mess, clothes soaked through, she expects a monster, but not this one. Seeing Kylo Ren there, shirtless and fuming, is so against everything she had expected that all she can do for a solid three seconds is stare, incredulous.

And then the word comes, dripping with all the malcontent in her body, accusatory and aghast at the same time.]

You?!

[obumbravit]

[ He senses her barely a second before she rounds the corner, and he turns with an equally startled look on his split open face, throwing one leg out as his hand goes right for his light saber as well. He hadn't anticipated running into her here, had been too busy distracted by his own misfortune and pain to seek her out. ]

YOU!

[ A thousand thoughts and plots run through his head in half a second, before he does the only thing that makes sense. He throws out the other hand, teeth gritted and eyes wide, in an attempt to hold her in place like he once did when they first met. ]

Don't move.

[ventifact]

[The absurdity of this situation is almost beyond comprehension. How had she not noticed him before? The honest answer is probably because she hadn't been searching for him either. It had been so long since she'd last seen him that even after being thrown into one of her worst memories of him just weeks ago, she had still considered his arrival an impossibility.

She's gotten sloppy, soft.

Rey regrets it immediately as she feels the Force wrap around her body, trying to hold her in place as he'd done before. But this time, she's more prepared. Rey fights back, feels the power around her body and tries to turn it back on him, just as she'd done on the Finalizer. A deep breath, in and out, and she gathers up the Force before shoving it back at him. She's been training with Charles for a while now, not to mention Luke and Anakin. She has no idea if it will actually work, but she hopes it will at least give her enough leeway to draw her saber and ignite it while he's caught off guard.]

[obumbravit]

[ He has more experience in this than Rey realizes, and he's experienced first hand what happens when he goes easy on her. He feels her fight him and he doubles down, tightening his grip. It's still more difficult than he expects, she's stronger and stronger every time they meet. Or maybe he's just getting weaker? His side hurts him, and it helps him focus. She isnt getting away from him this time. ]

I said. Don't Move.

Observation

[tearmeanewone]

[Elizabeth likes this place. It might seem strange that she'd find stars and endless space a comfort, given she's more of a clouds-and-sky type of person, but maybe it's the absence of anything that lets her mind rest for a moment. She looks out there and sees... nothing, usually. And for someone who could see so much, it's definitely a rest.]

[But when she heads inside, there's far from nothing in there-- she's actually surprised to see that there's someone in there while everyone is rushing around over the water and swimming dinosaurs.]

[She stands there for a moment, wondering if she's going to stick around and try to rest, or if she just can't when someone else is there. Maybe she can't either way-- the view is just too... turbulent.]

It's a lot clearer, some days. Not as... chaotic.

Wildcard

[healinguilt]

[ It's been a full month since she's arrived on the Avagi, a full month since she's had to look about the abandoned markets and the sparsely-stocked medical bay. But a month has been more than enough for her to become acquainted with most of central corridors of the station, from the halls that lead to the where most gather to eat to the panoramic windows of the observation deck. And a month is also more than enough for her to become acquainted with a few bots of her own. In fact, there are two medbots she's happened to reboot and repair over the course of the month with some help, and they follow her like sheep right at her ankles. They might not be fully operational as true assistants as she would like, but she's taking a liking to them if only because they are projects to improve with which she can currently distract herself, seeing as no one recently actually needs a doctor.

Currently they buzz and blip as they move, and when their programmer finally comes to an abrupt halt they bump into each other, lights blinking startled. As for Naomi, her brows raise instantly she lays eye on the man that happens to be walking down the same hallway she is.

Well holy shit, he's got quite a gash on his face, and what looks like to be blood saturating through the fabric at his side. And sorely. ] You're injured. [ She states, concern clear in her voice as she approaches. But, of course, there is also the need to consider that this man is a stranger, and an injured one at that. She doesn't wish to startle him... or impose. And so she asks as she walks towards him: ]

Do you wish for assistance? I am a physician. [ A surgeon, to be precise. ]

[obumbravit]

[ Kylo Ren has one arm occupied with his jacket and cowl, the fabric slung over his forearm, as the other was occupied picking at the now blood soaked bandage at his waist. It looks like he's done exactly what he didn't want to do, pulled the carbon fabric that was holding his body together. He sucks at his teeth in disgust at his current state, laid to pieces by that girl.

There's a voice and he looks up, noticing the two droids behind her before anything else. A physician she may be, but those were much more useful. He tips his chin up, and points behind her. ]

Yes I do. Give those to me.

[healinguilt]

The medbots? [ She looks back at them, one of them knocking into the other at her heels. ] They've just been reprogrammed a few weeks ago. I don't recommend using them even for stitches as of yet.

[ But hey, it's his call. They're programmed to follow her anyway if they get to far though. She motions them over to him, and away they whir towards the stranger, beeping twice. ]

[obumbravit]

[ Of course. Was there nothing in this god forsaken place that worked? Kylo Ren looks away and sucks at his teeth, fingers balling into fists. ]

Stitches are exactly what I need them for.

Observation Station

[pleasereset]

[The observation station is a place that Asriel frequents - despite all of his negative experiences travelling through space, seeing stars and planets was something that never got old. Something he'd always been fascinated with even before getting to experience it first hand.

He sees someone already there. He wonders if he should move on and leave him be, but...]

Oh um, howdy! It looks pretty cool out there, huh?

[If Kylo Ren turns around, there's a small goat-like creature with a large, burnt scar over one of his eyes.]

Observation Station

[obumbravit]

[ There is a small annoying voice and Kylo Ren exhales, opening his eyes. Children were not something he's had to deal with very often, past seeing them on occasion clinging to the skirts of the traitors, murderers and thieves that were their parents.

This one was alone though, and he gives Asriel one long look before turning his eyes back up to the sky. ]

Go find your mother.

observation

[redshitlord]

Man what is with this place!

[So says the giant robot stomping his way into the observation room, liberally trying to shake water out of his legs. He sticks a fingertip into the audio receptors of his head, in an attempt to shake out more moisture. To no avail. For the most part, he does, in fact, notice there's a human here, but he figures it's just another usual Avagi brooding individual.]

[Nothing to see here, right? Time to make friendly conversation.]

It's like, Oh hey, Sideswipe! You know how it already sucks you can't hardly drive up here? Let's just make it worse!

Am I right?

[He's not right.]

[But he's going to act like the guy in front of the window is listening, anyway.]

[obumbravit]

[ There is no rest for the wicked. Just as Kylo Ren feels centered again a loud droid barges in, talking to himself. It's not unfamiliar. He had spent years of his life with one very similar, and just the association stokes the knight's annoyance. He turns sharply on one heel, his lip curling up. ]

Do you want to be sent to be scrapped?

I'm very sorry.

[redshitlord]

[He rolls his optics. Geez, is everyone on this station a walking bag of bad news? Hands on his hips, he turns to look back at the speaker, fully prepared to throw some sass at him...]

[And stops.]

[Staring.] Whoa -- Oh no. Oh scrap no. It's -- you're him! [One metal finger jabs vaguely in Kylo's direction, the surprise on his face turning into anger.]

You're Kyle Ron!

uncomfortable meow

[araignee_du_soir]

[Widowmaker stopped immediately as she rounded the corner to narrowly avoid being caught between the wall and the wet mass of fabric being thrown against it. The yell that accompanied the clothing drew her attention, the blue-skinned woman looking over to focus on the injured man have a bout of emotional diarrhea.

How pathetic; it was just water.

She chose not to say anything, instead just pushing the floating clothing out of her way. It didn't get pushed back toward the angry man, just away from Widowmaker. And once clear, she continued on, wading carefully through the water so as not to suffer the same fate with the service hatches as the man had.]

🅞🅑🅢🅔🅡🅥🅐🅣🅘🅞🅝 🅢🅣🅐🅣🅘🅞🅝 | nice scar, nerd

[sasswalker]

[ Anakin doesn't make much of quiet contemplation on the Avagi station at all, but there are times when the stars seem to call to him. Times such as these--perhaps none more so than this. There is a pull somewhere down deep, whether pure instinct, the Force, or something larger. It's an urge so far buried, he barely notices it at all, his following it largely unconscious. Had he known, he may have stopped himself.

Hells, had he known, he might have been better prepared.

As it stands, he enters Observation with little fanfare, heavy steps laden by grief, and curiosity, and anxiety all at once. He does not carry himself with the countenance of an angry man, (and certainly not the Sith Lord another time will come to know him) but as something rather lost.

He notices Kylo Ren instantly, but there is no recognition there. No flash, no clarity-at-first-sight. (How the Force works in mysterious ways.) But here's here now, and not alone, and he would be remiss not to say something. Some would mark it as his largest fault. And how wrong they would be in that. ]

They don't look anything like home, do they?

[obumbravit]

[ There's a voice, one that is not familiar as much as it tickles a little part of his mind that he can't quite pin down. Kylo Ren opens his eyes, surprised at his own lack of aggravation with this person who just interrupted his silent meditation.]

No they do not.

[ There is a pause, before the knight turns his back to the glass, one quick motion twisting on one foot. His eyebrows are already pushed together, as he chases that feeling through the force. He's somehow expecting something else standing across from him than what he finds. A young boy, smaller than him by several inches, cut and dressed like the padawan of old. Something about him feels like looking in a Mirror, though he's not sure how. There's no resemblance that he can think of.

Kylo Ren frowns so hard that it turns his chin to the right, and he takes half a step forward, one hand lifting, pausing and then curling to point at him.]

You are a Jedi.

[sasswalker]

[ Not yet. Internally, he wonders whether he still deserves to be. He doesn't say as much, though the doubt may flicker on his face for a moment. Instead, he just nods. ]

You know what they are?

[ In his experience, not many people here--not those who hadn't somehow already known him--know what the term even means, let alone how to recognize it. ]

[obumbravit]

Yes. I do.

[ The heaviness of his boots echo through the observation deck as he takes another step forward, shoulders tilted forward in more of a predatory lean than a slunch. His lips twitch back once, an almost smile, as if he's noticing something interesting. And he does. The fabric is certainly not from his era, this was something he had studied heavily. This was old, from the republic era. It was too sloppily put put together to be someone's collectible that they decided to wear here (why would they? to impress him?) and he could feel it. The force thrummed in this man like he had never felt. There was no way he was one of his uncle's students.]

You don't see them often when I'm from.

[ Kylo Ren's lightsaber makes an almost imperceptible sound at his hip, the gentle jangle of metal bits moving against fabric. ]

What do they call you?