thisavrou_log | January Intro Log

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.

[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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Before.

[ He looks at the cluttered room and throws the blob of wet fabric onto the bed, water splattering over the headboard. As if something here could injure him like this. He watches her move to the wall, eyes scanning over the star chart on the wall, stars he did not recognize. No matter. The bandages at his waist are cold to the touch, and he unwinds them, letting the dark bloodied strips fall to the floor, exposing the gaping wound, patched shut by carbon weave. ]

Give them to me.

[Her need to have her things be neat and orderly is ruined by him in a matter of seconds. Her bed is soaked through by his clothes and the sight of the blood on the used bandages makes her mouth form a tight line. Deciding to pick her battles, she doesn't say anything about it.]

What happened?

[She's in close when she whispers her question, concerned about what in the world he was doing before arriving here. He wants the bandages so she gives him the extra, while she sets to work very slowly reaching out toward him. He's like an angry animal, ready to strike at any second. She needs to be careful.

Her fingertips make gentle contact off to the side of his injury, making him aware of her presence.
And without asking she starts to wrap and wind the new bandage around him.]

[ It's funny to see a room like this again. His life for so long has been nothing but blank walls and empty masks, the storm troopers and other members of the First Order were too frightened of him (or at least his position) to speak to him past accepting orders, and there was no...

Kylo Ren actually starts when Clara touches his wound, more from surprise than pain, the muscles in his core visibly tensing. He was so deep in his thoughts he barely registered her reaching for him. His fingers curl around the bandages she had placed in his hand, eyebrows furrowing as he looks down at her, his still wet hair falling forwards as he does. ]

I was shot. Your age must be affecting your vision.

[ Despite the apparent aggravation in his tone he doesn't stop her, the little hairs on his arms pricking up from the cold and the gentle brush of the bandage on his skin. ]

[That remark earns him a look. He's letting her help him though, so the look is short lived and she stays focused on her work. She doesn't want to do things in a way that might hurt him, but she does pause when she's almost done to rise up on her tiptoes in an attempt to be eye to eye with him. She's short enough that she fails miserably.]

You could just call me Clara. Just because I travel through time doesn't mean that I'm old.

[She rocks back on her heels then, and offers him an amused little grin.]

Can't imagine why someone would want to shoot you, though. Did you get them back?

[Because clearly vengeance is important.]

[ Her body language isnt one he's seen before, even back before he took this name. Other people had always been awkward around him, unsure how to act around the child of the most famous heroes in all the galaxy, and then out of fear and respect in the First Order.

Relaxed. Clara seemed relaxed. She rocks on her heels and smiles at him, making him frown all the more. It puts him on edge, and her final comment makes him grimace, reminding him of Chewbacca's attempt on his life.]

No. But I will.

Good.

[It casually rolls off her tongue, and she glances up just long enough to briefly meet his eyes. It isn't much longer before she finishes securing the bandages, and pulls away just enough that he can see her hands aren't occupied any longer.]

Last time I got revenge, it was...messy. Hope your attempt goes better.

[Assuming he ever gets it. he may end up stuck here for a long time.]

[ Her demeanor is confusing and more than a little unsettling, the way she's looking at him. He takes a step back as soon as she pulls away, clearing his throat as he presses a gloved thumb into the corner of his eye and checks the bandages as if ensuring they were wrapped properly. ]

You likely didn't try hard enough.

[Now it's her turn to awkwardly clear her throat, and she takes a step back and away because hearing herself flatly discuss this is slightly disturbing in a way she can't really put her finger on yet.]

Oh, it was a complete success. I killed people and set an entire settlement on fire.

Congratulations.

[ He quirks an eyebrow, looking up at her. ]

Don't be stupid.

[She rolls her eyes, looking exasperated.]

That's why it didn't go well. I shouldn't have done it.

Whatever they did to wrong you. They're not around to do it again to you, or to anyone else.

[ He takes a step towards her, pulling at the corner of his wet glove, halfheartedly considering removing them as well. He leans forward to meet her eyes, his voice questioning. ]

How is that not a good thing?

[It's about now that she really realizes how tall he is. He towers over her, but she doesn't shrink back and away. She stands a little taller, if only to try and meet him halfway. Her teeth graze at her lower lip as she nibbles at it in thought, carefully thinking over his words.]

It's a good thing they're not around to enslave anyone else, yeah.

[She can give him that much, at least.]

But the way I did things...

[She trails off there, shrugging. He doesn't seem likely to be sympathetic to any moral dilemmas.]

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