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reverielogs2018-09-07 09:28 pm
sharpshooterpaladin) wrote in reverielogs2018-09-07 09:28 pm
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» 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. ]
» 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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[And then he is frowning a little, at what Lance says next.] Yeah. [And he waits a moment before allowing himself to slide down, sitting on the floor while facing the other.] Which makes no sense. [Though it supports the theory that, maybe, they really did enter an alternate reality, somehow.] How's this here? And why? I mean... Whoever brought us here, brought us here for a reason, right? [Of course it could, in theory, be accidental, but if so--] Why lock things behind codes if not? Hell, why take away our weapons and change our clothes?
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Those questions just make him throw up his hands before sighing. ] You got me. I mean you'd think... getting, I don't know, teleported? All the way here? There's gotta be a point to it. ... But then I guess there's gotta be a point to everyone else being here, too. [ He starts putting stuff kind of haphazardly back in the toolkit. ] I'd feel better if we at least had our armor, then we could check out the outside of this place. See if there's anything there. ... And I'd be like a lot less terrified of being thrown out the airlock.
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Keith watches Lance throw his hands up and sighs through his nose, leaning his head back against the wall as he speaks.] Our stuff can't be that far away, though, right? Even if this is an alternate reality, it's not like only our naked bodies could be brought here. They'd have to bring us with whatever we were wearing at the time. That includes our weapons. I definitely had my sword and my bayard on me.
[But then Lance is mentioning being thrown out the airlock and Keith... can't help but snort, moving his head away from the wall again, to better look at him.] That was a pretty close-call, yeah.
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Lance gestures with a set of pliers as he answers. ] You know, that's a good point. But on the other hand, I still see like lots of people in these ugly overalls, so... if there's a stash, I guess they haven't found that yet either. You'd figure it'd all be kept in one place, right?
[ He snorts, too. It was a close call, and not one he cares to repeat. Even if Keith is here, and he saved him last time too. ] Yyyyeah let's never do that again.
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And then Lance is gesturing and Keith is eyeing those pliers before he looks at his face again.] That's the thing though, isn't it? Why are there people with these... and people without?
Maybe they aren't all kept in one place... Or maybe there's some sort of trick to it. [... Why isn't everyone asking though? Why are there people carrying different things around but no groups trying to get everything back at once? Hell, he is pretty sure he's even seen a dog here. Nothing of this makes any sense at all.] I just... I don't get it. Everyone feels resigned over here. [It's... actually pretty annoying.
He snorts.] Yeah. Better not repeat that one.
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[ Sighs, and shoves the pliers into the box. Closing it is... not as easy as opening it was. It turns out everything has its place, which Lance promptly ignored, so the lid won't lock in place. ] Yeah, I don't-- know. It's like after however many months they eventually ran out of ideas, I guess?
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... And then Lance is having trouble closing the box and Keith just watches him struggle to close it for a while before raising his eyebrow a bit. Then, he is moving closer, to help him get everything out again.] How can you run out of ideas with two ships right there? That's the ticket out of here. [Sure, they are locked, but.] Five months feels like too long to figure out how to crack metal open with a mostly operational station at your disposal.
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[ Shrugs about the wolf. No offense, it's just-- ] Well I mean, I kinda figured if you can't feel your Lion, then your wolf is probably out of range too. In some way, anyway. Alternate reality or whatever. [ He's not sure if that's reassuring. It probably isn't.
But he's giving up on closing the stupid lid, and there's Keith, moving over to where he's sitting, helping him unpack the thing. ] Thanks.
Yeah, I dunno. I don't even know if they have any pilots. And it's not like we even know where to go, you know? So I guess it's up to us to figure all that out.
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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.
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[ 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.