somethingtoavenge | Debrief 001 | [Action/Voice]

[Coulson wakes up, trees to his left and right and a path right in front of him. A short distance down the path and to the right he can see a house, actually he can see a few houses from where he is. Everything seems familiar.

The sensation of familiarity is disquieting at first, until everything comes back.

Well... that explains a lot.

Coulson looks around and spots his journal, but sadly there are no clothes this time. So he's stuck in the usual new feather garb of white pants. After being in dark suits for most of his life, he's not sure he likes those pants. With the nice new scar on his chest and back, he's not sure he likes the fact he's shirtless. Also, there is a chill in the air which makes being shirtless very uncomfortable.

Using the mountains and the river, both to his left, he manages to orient himself. With this knowledge he heads towards town center to visit the clothing shop and get dressed. You may run into him a he heads to the clothing shop. Feel free to notice the fresh looking scar almost directly over his heart (but not actually) and the bigger one on his back. Coulson may greet you, but mainly he's focusing on getting to the clothing shop. Unless things happen.]

((ooc; Location is over by House 4, just a short distance up the path leading towards the farmlands.))

[After getting clothes and after whatever adventures happen while he was getting clothing, Coulson puts together a first new post to the Luceti community.]

Greetings Luceti.

My name is Phil Coulson. I have been here before a few months back before... leaving and it seems I have returned.

As far as I know I don't have any unfinished business from before, but If I did have some with you please remind me.

I have probably missed a lot, but is there anyone whose willing to give me a brief summary of things I've missed? I'd be grateful.

[Small pause.]

I think that's all... No wait, Rogue, do you still need help at the item shop? Sorry for leaving you in the lurch.

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[No, Luke's got no idea what SHIELD is ready for, he just knows that not even the New Republic would be totally prepared for the possibility of a massive Rakghoul outbreak. But he shrugs off the worry and nods]

Well, I was leaning towards corn being the primary crop, with other vegetables as a second. Wheat, well, we're lacking a mill though we could always build one. Or make one in the Battle Dome and haul it from there. It's not an elegant solution, but a possible one.

Rice...well...from what I know? It's not something we've got the land for. It needs a swampier sort than we've got. Lot more water.

And yea, that's why I started the project in the first place. We didn't get food deliveries when we had the refugees, and it made things tense. If that happens again, I want us prepared with backup rations. It's better to work towards self-sufficiency where we can.

[And yea, he knows that, but he's willing to give the Malnosso a little bit of benefit of the doubt.]

I see. That seem to be the best idea. As for a mill, considering the limited resources of Luceti most of the ones I've seen wouldn't work. It's not a bad idea, but maybe for a bit father into the future. You can also mill corn, but I don't know how.

So Rice isn't a good idea. Good to know.

[Coulson winces. Oh dear. Refugees plus a suddenly cut off food supply? Tense is putting it mildly, at least from Coulson's experience with such things.]

Yes, self-sufficiency is always a good idea. Especially in an enclosed environment like this.

[Coulson is a bit more cynical about such things. Considering all the media scares about food in recent years, some of which having a slight bass in reality, who could blame him. Working for a super secret organization means being aware exactly how much the media is getting right and wrong.]

We'll work it out as we come to it.

[Luke nods at the wince. It'd been really, really bad.]

Right, well look at me. I don't want to overload you with business on the first day. How are you settling in, Phil?

That's the best course of action.

[Phil gives Luke a smile. Hey, at least the information about the farm is interesting and not causing him stress. Unlike nearly every other bit of information he's had yet.]

I don't mind. I'm settling back in just fine. Catching up with people I know, the usual.

Well, if you remember where it is, why don't we get together for a bite to eat? I've been running all morning and I'm starting to get hungry.

[He gives the man a warm smile]

I know how that stuff goes, but you don't want to overload yourself on the first day.

I do remember where it is, so that would be nice.

[Coulson shrugs.]

I'll try to avoid that.

[And fail at it. Terribly.]

Meet me there in half an hour?

Sounds good.

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[It is in precisely half-an-hour that Coulson arrives at the farm. He looks it over, noticing the changes and what has stayed the same. It's amazing how much can change in only a few months. And how much doesn't.

Moment of introspection over, Coulson looks for Luke, not spotting the other man right away.]

[Luke busies himself with taking care of various chores, but when he senses Coulson approaching, he peers his head out from inside the Bantha's shelter. Hamal grunts behind him, but he steps out to greet the agent]

Afternoon, Phil.

[Phil turns slightly to face Luke properly, slight smile on his face as he greets the other man.]

Luke. Good Afternoon to you too.

[He relaxes the slightest bit, at ease in the company of Luke. Especially after all the trying news he's already learned.]

So, was that shelter there before?

[Because Phil honestly can't recall if it had or hadn't been and was curious. It looked like it was meant to house animals.]

No, it's new.

[Luke dusts himself off and heads out to meet Phil]

Something I put together for Hamal. Don't want him to stay out in the cold all winter.

Oh good. I wasn't sure...

[While most of his memory is back, bits seem to be blurred. He wonders if it's a result of his being dead back home, but tries not to dwell on it.]

Well no, that wouldn't be good. ...Though, if I may ask, who is Hamal?

Oh, right, you didn't get to meet him.

[Luke waves him inside, and there's a Bantha waiting, drooling a bit]

[Him?

Coulson follow Luke in and then stops and stares at the creature. Isn't that- Wasn't it-]

A Bantha?

[How cool.]

Yep!

[Hamal turned and thumped over towards Coulson, his slobbery tongue reaching for the agent in greeting]

[Eep. Coulson tries to dodge the Bantha lick of greeting but only partial succeeds. Instead of full slobber bath, he only gets a partial one. Still kinda gross.]

...Well. He's friendly.

[Eww slobber. Coulson shakes the stuff off his hands and then wipes at his face. It was mostly his right side that got slobbered on luckily. Instead of a full body slobber shower.]

Sorry, he likes you though.

[Luke rubs at the back of his shaggy neck]

Hamal, this is Phil. Phil, meet Hamal.

I'd hate to see what he'd do if he didn't like me.

[At least he's only in casual clothes not a suit. And he has a jacket on which he can take off later. Once inside.

Phil looks at Hamal and smiles slightly, despite the slobber.]

Nice to meet you Hamal. ...Do you think I could, uh, pet him?

[Because, it's a Bantha. How would that not be awesome to pet? Phil's always thought the Bantha were kinda cool. Especially of the animals shown in the Star Wars series.]

He'd just ignore you.

[He gestures]

Sure, go for it. He won't mind.

Better than stepping on me...

[Phil steps closer and reaches out carefully. Once assured Hamal isn't going to bite or get nervous he starts to pet the Bantha.

It's a unique feeling, not quite like any other animal Phil's had contact with. He grins slightly, the barest upturning of his lips and relaxes slightly, instead paying attention to how Hamal reacts and finding spot which make the Bantha happy.]

Good boy.

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