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[sharpshooterpaladin]

» WHO? Lance and YOU!
» WHEN? First week(end) of September.
» WHERE? Around the station.
» WHAT? He's exploring, trying to get his bearings, and meeting people.
» WARNINGS? Nothing so far. Not even language.


ARRIVAL DAY;

[ Starting on the observation deck, Lance walks at a brisk pace around the station, sometimes breaking into a jog as he goes. He periodically checks his bracelet, and he's clearly searching for... something. He'll go floor by floor, often stopping to look around. Anyone he sees in the hallway, he'll call out to. ] Hey! Uh, hi, I'm looking for someone, can you help me?


OTHER DAYS; 1

[ Now that he's found who he was looking for, Lance has moderately more chill. He's still wandering, but this time starting at the hangar, and working his way up the decks. He's curiously poking his head into practically every door that isn't quarters, looking for people and for what they're doing. If you're up to something, there's a decent chance there's a curious teenage pilot looking on. ]


OTHER DAYS; 2

[ You can also spot him in the mess hall, poking at the replicators, and, eventually, sighing dejectedly at his food. ] ... I miss the food goo...


OTHER DAYS; 3

[ You can also spot him sitting on the floor near a fire extinguisher with a toolkit in his lap, picking out item after item and frowning at it before setting it aside, sighing in exasperation. ]

Comments

[ryuji]

[Look, Ryuji probably has some form of ADHD honestly, because he wants to tell Lance some supportive words about his family, because he gets that, he misses his mom so, so incredibly much. But he doesn't have an answer to what happens when people disappear, and he agrees- space is fucking weird---


BUT!!!!

But, he's full throttle ahead to the talk about the ship.]

What. Are you a pilot?

[A blank stare, and then, like the question is bursting out of him:]

Can you teach me?

[kanyounot]

Of course. We just can't all be poking around all the time. I mean, a guy's gotta eat, sleep... take a break now and then. No sense in panicking.

[rickitikitarr]

A couple of months. I'm not the oldest- I think that's four months and going.

[A 'so so' gesture with his hand. He can't be precise.]

It's not an easy place to live, either. We're in fucking space, and sometimes the systems break down on us.

[fighterpaladin]

But can we trust their answers? [And that's... the million dollar question here, isn't it? Sure, space has... weird stuff. But nothing happens without a cause, right? Being stuck here, out of nowhere, can't be random. And who can really be sure if all these people are telling the truth?

And a sigh.] Yeah. [To be fair, he... Doesn't fully understand how exactly his wolf even works. It does, and that's all that matters. Pidge did try to tell him more about it once, but when it began descending into the possibility that every time his wolf disappeared with him and appeared again the 'him' that was back could, in theory, not even be the same 'him' that was gone, he just. Decided not to. Think about it anymore, that is. Some things are just better left without explanation. Kind of like Hunk's food.

... There really are a lot of tools in that box. None of them is powerful enough to open one of the ships on its own, but. They all could work on many other things here. What have these people been doing all this time?] Sure. We should probably keep this. [Okay, bigger stuff first. He grabs the hammer... and then just stops, looking at it. Hm. Actually, maybe they shouldn't store that in the box. They lost their bayards and he lost his sword, but if bad comes to worse, that could work just fine as an improvised weapon. So he sets it aside, and goes for the pliers next.]

We got the pilot problem sorted. [There's two ships and, well. Two of them.] And it feels like anywhere that is not here is good. At least if any of the stuff they say happens around here really happens. But-- [And he eyes Lance, giving him a small smirk.] Yeah. Pretty much.

[devilmind]

[They nod, grimacing. Going from a nigh-invincible Warframe body to this squishy thing with too many holes has not been a pleasant experience. But at least they’ve figured out eating. Mostly.]

First, how many times a day do you eat? And do you eat until you're full or stop before that?

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[iustitia]

[Terezi wanders over to the replicator next to him, punching in an order for a bowl of grubflakes while she suppresses a toothy yawn.]

You like to eat goo? That's not something I hear people say very often. Usually it's the opposite!

[sharpshooterpaladin]

I... dunno. [ At least nobody's insisting it's safe and warm here. ] Do you think they've got a reason to lie to us?

[ Lance would definitely agree there - he doesn't want to know what Hunk works with to make food. Or what he does to it. And especially not where it all came from. So maybe some things will forever be left without an explanation besides vague gesturing, and he's okay with that.

As Keith picks out some of the tools, he finds himself agreeing. ] Yeah, you're right. In a pinch, we could at least hit someone with that instead of our bare hands. [ Even though he's definitely not looking to fight anyone.

Nods again, smiling back. ] Well... whatever happens around here, I'm pretty sure after what we've seen, we got this. [ Is that weird to say? But seriously, they jumped into the quintessence field to punch a guy, and then prevented reality itself from exploding. They're... honestly pretty badass. But he sighs a bit all the same. ] But, you know... I kinda wish Hunk and Pidge were here. I mean not that I want any more people stuck here, but I bet they could make this station do all sorts of stuff. Like contact... anyone really, wherever we are. Or even go places.

[sharpshooterpaladin]

[ Honestly? That's totally understandable, and maybe even the best way to lighten the mood. Lance is certainly grinning. ]

I sure am! And I sure can, once we get those ships open. I'm Lance, by the way.

[ryuji]

[Which is good; Ryuji likes it better when people are cheery. The only thing that can really tear everyone to shreds is pessimism on this station. All that negative energy just feeds right into itself, but holy shit, Ryuji... don't ask Lance of all people to help you learn how to pilot a ship.

Well, to be fair... these are cargo ships.]

Hell yeah! I'm totally gonna take you up on that offer. That just means we gotta crack those doors wide effin' open.

[Which gives him something to do in the meantime, too.]

Good meetin' ya. I'm Ryuji. Ryuji Sakamoto.