Event Log -- A Kin'coran Play-date

[lucetimods]

Who: Luceti vs. Kin’cora, preliminary social bout.
What: Luceti has been voluntold that they must host Kin’coran survivors of a Cultist invasion.
When: Kin’cora refugees will start arriving at the southern barrier around 12PM.
Where: Luceti, duh. All of it.
Summary: Can you still call it a humanitarian effort if not all of us are humans?
Rating: G to PG, folks. Take anything else to your appointments.

As described here. Couple things to keep in mind, folks!

Although the Kin’corans will arrive around noon, it’s a 30 mile trek from the southern barrier to the village. They do have some horses and carts but it will be a slow trickle into town, not a sudden flood.

Have fun with your NPCs. Remember -- if from a canon, they should be minor, off-screen characters. No one appable! If you have any doubts please err on the side of asking us.

Included below are some conversational snippets your characters can hear from various Kin’coran refugees. Additionally, your characters may be able to talk parts or all of a timeline for the Kin'coran enclosure out of the refugees. Use these instead of NPCs or in addition to them -- it’s up to you! Also remember to tag your [canon] character name to the log!

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[wingenvy]

[He blinks at that, remaining still for a moment - laziness - before pushing himself upright again, tilting his head to try and see her back. Oh, she's hiding them. Hrngh.]

That's never happened before?

[thestormishere]

[ She shakes her head, brow furrowed, staring at her knees instead. She vaguely feels like she's heard of wing color changing on someone before, but... ]

Not that I know of. They've been the same since I got here.

[ Her second comment actually holds a bit more weight than immediately obvious- she's died from losing her wings before, and yet when she came back they were still the same silly, conspicuous, mismatched colors as before. Plus, she's been here long enough to have seen a couple feathers grow in without any abuse preceding it, so...

Maybe it's not a big deal, but it's probably more than obvious by now that she doesn't need much of a reason to get concerned about something. B| ]

[wingenvy]

...Weird. [He cocks his head to one side, considering her expression for a moment.] Are you worried about it?

[Best to get the heavy business out of the way if she wants to talk about it, otherwise he'll be happy to try and just help her relax.]

[thestormishere]

[ She's silent for a few breaths, thinking on that- and trying to find an answer that's not the sorta vain-sounding option of pointing out that she'll look funny if she has just a random patch of white in the middle of an otherwise red-plumaged appendage. ]

... Maybe it's just Luceti's way of pointing out that I'm not really the same person any more.

[ One red wing. One white wing. Pretty obvious reference to her old Guardian Corps outfit. Maybe it's surprising it's taken this long, considering she wasn't even officially a sergeant any more when she got said wings. ]

[wingenvy]

...It's sad that I actually kind of wonder if they're being that symbolic about it.

[It kind of makes sense, though; a lot of people are here for years and don't change a damn bit. Like him, for example. Not that he considers that to be a bad thing, of course, but in her case...

...well, he's not complaining, especially considering she smiles more than she used to.]

[thestormishere]

Hm. [ She rubs her palms on her legs, back hunched a little, mind on the concealed wings in question. ] Guess we'll find out eventually if it stays like that.

[ Not much more to say about it. She busies herself thinking about how shitty all of this is, brooding over all the annoyances big and large, how tired and drained she feels, how tired Zack looks... ]

[wingenvy]

Well, hey, if you don't like it, there's always the option of dyeing them, right?

[thestormishere]

I guess.

[ She seems pretty determined to consider the matter thoroughly discussed, however- even if the image of her trying to pull off sporting the green color of his wings briefly floats through her mind.

But, that'll have to wait for this whole thing to finally end, and for the luxury of stuff like showering freely to return. She's reeaally starting to feel gross by now. ]

[wingenvy]

[He doesn't seem to mind if she's gross, but then, he's used to hanging out with a bunch of smelly soldier boys from his Midgar days, plus the lab probably murdered his sense of smell anyway. He's content to cozy up as long as she'll allow.]

Are you okay? Besides the wing thing, I mean. You seem more quiet than usual.

[Not a complaint, just an observation.]

[thestormishere]

[ ... Does she really have to answer this? After she made a mistake so glaring it almost cost her her life? After she just barely made it home alive and has been pretty much been hiding ever since then?

She glances aside to give him a long look, frustrated frown overlaid with just enough hurt over the whole thing to be noticeable- what would be way too much, if she knew about it. ]

Some people from Cocoon tried to kill me, Zack.

[ Not that she's been talking about the details much since then. LOL anger + guilt complex and all... ]

[wingenvy]

What? Why!?

[It's out before he can even think about it, his head hastily lifted from her shoulder to look at her properly. That's- that sounds- what the hell-

And then he really does get a look at her, and his incredulity fades into frustration and anger.]

Because you were branded?

[thestormishere]

[ At that she pulls her legs up closer to her chest, avoiding his eyes as she folds her arms over the tops of her knees. ]

You got it.

[ Your girlfriend's famous, Zack!

... Though unfortunately, it's in the way that would cause people to try and shoot her if they could actually find and figure out how to use a gun. ]

[wingenvy]

[Wow, that is so not the kind of famous he wants her to be.

And it sucks.]

Idiots. ...I'm glad you're okay, though.

[Even if he really wants to punch somebody right now.]

[thestormishere]

[ She dips her head in a nod. She's glad she's okay too, man. She is too.

But to think she wants to save these people- a fact she's come to terms with before, of course, reconciling the fact that the government tried to kill her and her teenage buddy on live TV... with how all twenty million of them don't deserve to die just for being mislead....

... Doesn't help though, when she's attacked regardless of her feelings on the matter. Needless to say, it's done a pretty good job of pissing her off. ]

[wingenvy]

[He can tell that she's still upset about it - or at least worrying and thinking about it - so he winds his arm around her again, giving her shoulder a squeeze.]

Whatever, forget them. They're not worth even thinking about.

[thestormishere]

I can't just forget.

[ But she leans against him anyway even as she frowns, smelly unbathed-ness of them both and all. She's a tough girl, yes, but she appreciates the support all the same. ]

... Battledome, after this is over.

[ FOR DAYS. ]

[wingenvy]

And here I was thinking we'd all need a week-long nap.

[He kids - sort of, because he's totally getting a decent rest after all this - but he gives her shoulder a little squeeze.]

As much battle-doming as you want. It's a promise.

[thestormishere]

... Well, that works too.

[ Cuz dammit, even if she's not usually one to outright admit an interest in laying in bed all day with her boyfriend, she's also finding it hard to give a crap towards anything that's not wishing this comes to an end soon and whatever sort of strange normalcy can be found in a place like this returns to them.

At the promise, she dips her head and closes her eyes in acknowledgment briefly - briefly, because she's not letting her wariness fade so easily - and then lapses into silence.

Just a little while longer... ]