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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. ]

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[sharpshooterpaladin]

[ For a split second, Lance is reminded of someone entirely different. But the features sink in, and he swallows, glad to actually be able to talk to another human being (presumably), in person. Next to Frank, Lance doesn't look imposing at all. Just shy if six foot, lanky, and clearly a teenager, his jumpsuit is decidedly baggy on him. He looks as any new arrival might: anxious and disoriented, telegraphing a tense sort of energy in every movement.

He heaves a sigh, but the relief on his face only sticks around for a moment. ] Thanks man. Uh, so, his name's Keith, he's about my height and age but with a terrible mullet, and he's got a scar on his face, like this. [ He demonstrates where it'd be on his own face-- right cheek, down to his jaw. ]

[oorah]

[ frank is automatically mistrustful of anyone who ignores max, and he gestures for the dog to get behind him a few paces. maybe this kid is just real focused on finding his friend. he's learned not to take things for granted on this station though. ]

Have you tried the network?

[sharpshooterpaladin]

[ Lance sees Frank gesture at the dog, and only then seems to realize it's actually there. Now he's taking a step back. ] Oh- sorry. [ That was definitely directed at the dog, placating gesture and all. He means no harm. Hopefully, neither does the dog. Or the dude.

He nods at the question. ] Yeah, he's around, but we both just got here, so neither of us knows where anything is.

[oorah]

[ he nods at that, hand dropping to max's head to keep him calm. he'll accept lance's apology when the boy comes up to him to greet him properly. ]

Well, medbay's Deck Five, that's most important, right? The Bridge and grub is Deck Two, Gym's Deck Four, Deck Three is the bar, and Deck One is the church, greenhouse and where they keep all the windows. Oh, and six is the hangar.

[ any questions??? ]