[ keith makes a very valid point... which probably explains lance's initial silence. rather than get back up to his feet to help the other, he remains right where he'd plopped down, only bothering to follow keith with his eyes. because as right as keith is on the matter, lance is still 110% convinced there's no getting that tent to cooperate.
then again, keith's been "roughing it" more than lance ever has, barring actual sanctioned camping trips, so maybe he's got some insight to offer after all. ]
What are the chances of someone else letting us bunk with them?
[ he may be defeatist about the situation, but at least he's already considering a plan b. ]
[Without any consideration at all...even though he seems distracted in sorting the poles. They all look identical, which is fine. This is fine. It makes things easier. Similarly, the tent looks fine and whole and unfrayed even in the sad state it's been left in...]
We don't know anyone else, people get crazy when rations are involved...
[He says like someone who's survived a zombie apocalypse. Hurricane Katrina.]
And everytime you try to make friends with the locals, we get caught up in something stupid.
[All while trying to decipher the ..roof part from the slopes. Maybe he just has to make sure both sides are equal and he can figure out his own roof? This is likely one of the simplest tents in existence, and yet...]
anyway, defenses raised, lance's lips pull into a pout as he sits further upright, making at least a bit more effort to take their plight seriously. ]
Besides, these guys aren't locals — they're refugees. [ or whatever the term was that the orbiters called them. ] They're in the same boat we are! How bad can it go?
[ somehow it doesn't occur to him that the orbiters had saved... all kinds of people... murderers among them. ]
[Sure, a good brunt are refugees, but who knows which are pretending to be refugees and which ones fully intend on luring some innocent into certain death. He's more focused on stabbing a particularly thick pole into the ground, twisting it a bit to reach a further depth with ease, not at all interested in hearing Lance go on about spooning with randoms.
Why does he wanna die so badly anyway...]
There's nothing wrong with our stuff. Didn't you learn anything from that one time?
[He couldn't sound more chiding if he tried, and yet, he's busily testing the pole for sturdiness, prodding and deliberately wiggling it. Seems fine, though he's not sure if he's doing things by the book...
[ it's funny how both boys seem to live by the credo of it'll work out... just in very, very different ways. lance tends to do so by thrusting himself into new experiences, more willing to give those involved the benefit of the doubt. whereas keith would rather trust in his own self, rushing headfirst into the unknown to get things done.
so it's ironic that's half the reason they disagree so often.
though, to be fair to keith, he is definitely managing to get much farther along than lance ever did, so he's at least got lance's full attention in that. he's gotten up again, wandered over to look things over. ]
Why am I not surprised that your solution to this would be to stab something.
[Lance is just too trusting, whereas Keith's been raised by wolves and conducted himself under the impression of the goatman being real, along with the sounds from hell, etc. Most things are Bad until proven otherwise.
By the time Lance shimmies over, he's working on the second pole, estimating the tent's length (he's kinda cheating, it's deflated just next to his workspace), piercing the ground in a similar way here.]
I'm not stabbing anything.
[SHUT UP LANCE, IT'S WORKING. Moreover, the ground doesn't count. It's just dirt. He's also saying this while adamantly rutting the post in place, testing it just the same...
So now he's got two vertical poles in the ground. A third should act as a connector between...to form a semblance of a roof. There's a nook at the tip of the first two, where the third should rest. This is starting to make some kinda sense. He'll take up a thinner rod, offer it over to Lance.]
That's the roof. [He's guessing, and that's where his instructions end. Keith's in a crouch once more, trying to figure out why they've got so many pegs just by staring at them impatiently.]
[ despite all his grumbling, lance takes the rod without further question or complaint. he's here to help, after all, even if his help is slightly louder than most...
he shuffles a little closer, peering over keith's bent head at the numerous pegs. they're shorter than most, more like stakes than anything else. ]
[It's possible. He hasn't exactly taken a look at the tent yet. It's role has been that of a sad canvas blob, killed by Lance, gone but not forgotten. He'll pick the cloth up with that suggestion, shake it out to clean it of debris and to further measure it against their skeleton of a setup...]
Take that side. [He'll motion to the edge opposite of what he's holding with his chin. It's touching the ground -- Lance's designated end is.] I guess we'll find out.
[The first ever tangible clue that Keith is actually somewhat unsure of how this is supposed to pan out... I guess we'll see how this goes. Maybe it'll stay standing. Whatever.]
[ hard to see how it will, since lance is still holding onto that skinny rod that's meant to pitch the tent shut up jenn you better not go there ]
At least we'll still have my charm. [ you know... for when he has to shmooze people for some tent space and bed rolls for them both.
anyway he'll stoop down and do as he's told, because he's a good team player, and the fact still stands that keith has definitely gotten a lot farther along with this thing than he ever did.
he'll just do a little finagling here... get that rod down between the other two... stretch out the tarp.......
[Lance just earns A Look for that. A what charm, ha ha kind of look. He should know it well.]
Put that -- yeah.
[He's learning....tenting isn't so hard after all, barring the fact that their tent looks like it has clinical depression. Keith tugs a bit further on his end to even it out, which really doesn't pep it up at all. Just evens it out...]
I think we did everything we were supposed to.
[It looks like a billowing dress pinned out on a clothesline. Lance might've been right about the pegs....]
[More, uh...rope? Pegs. Pegs to pin it open and in place so it's not deflated and depressing? He's busy collecting a small handful, briefly unaware of Lance's meddling...and then it's too late.]
[ perhaps as expected, the second lance realizes he's in trouble, he's tossing that peg back down to the ground, as if somehow keith might not remember that split second of having seen the evidence right there in his hand. ]
It was standing up just fine until you touched it!
[Okay, he's got a point. With the temperature dropping, if it were to snow...theoretically, they'd be screwed. Not that anyone should have to sleep in a tent during a snowstorm anyway?! The poles are too thin to feign bravery during so much as a rainstorm, probably. RIP to their humble abode, destroyed by Hurricane Lance.]
The poles just have to go in deeper. [Semi-acknowledging that their home was flawed at conception. Nobody else is turning their tent-pitching ceremonies into Big Dig megaprojects (from what he can tell)...but how are they supposed to not???] You start on one end, I'll do the other.
[ well cue loud groaning from one (1) blue paladin, but to his credit he does exactly as he's told. which is pretty much the sum of their relationship thus far: a lot of whining and bellyaching but at the end of the day they're gonna do what they have to do because like 90% of that is for show at this point, let's just all be real.
after about twenty minutes, they actually do manage to get the tent erect again (hahahahahhha ok i'll stop), prompting lance make an acquiescing shrug. ]
Alright I guess it wasn't as bad as I thought it'd go...
[Not to mention it's mutually beneficial for them to get their shit together...
Apparently their erection isn't enough to satisfy Lance lol. It's...it definitely shouldn't be that short; there's a lot of leftover canvas sprawled here and there -- like a deflated octopus. They can just use the pegs to make that look less-pathetic, which is what he quickly busies himself with.]
It's not like we have to stand up inside of it.
[No criticism from this dude. They're not redoing this again.....]
[ fair enough... lance thinks he'll actually go mad if they have to start this thing all over again. this time, he doesn't even dare breathe in its general direction, just in case it decides to give up on itself again.
he is peering into the tiny little opening in the front, wondering how the two of them are ever gonna manage to fit inside... for sure they can't both fit in there. no way...
...
well they won't know for sure till the second person tries to go in, right? hastily, lance drops to his knees, wriggling his way in. HA HA hasta la later, keith!! ]
[Plan C would just be to drape this stupid thing over a branch and uh...hope for the best. There are a series of pegs he's working on and WHOLLY DUE TO HIS IMPORTANT WORK HERE he's left in the dust? Except he doesn't even know he's been left in the dust. The dimensions within the tent haven't crossed his mind -- not until he's all on fours trying to access it.
pls stop, he can't speak spanish.]
There isn't any room for our sleeping bags.
[An idle observation, halfway through the...doorway, decidedly unsure about how things have panned out.......]
[ the scene keith crawls into is not a pretty one:
witness lance mcwhatshisnane, blue paladin of voltron, doing his best to squeeze himself into the small space of their meager 3x4 tentlike thing by curling himself up into a sad little ball, all knees and elbows and angles. still, despite practically eating his own knees, he still somehow looks quite smug... because he did it. he's not sure what he did. but he did it. ]
[Lance is just, a large cat trying to fit into an amazon prime box that originally held a small collection of Batman VCRs. That's to say...he looks uncomfortable. This looks uncomfortable.]
Yeah, we got a ton of stuff.
[A gross exaggeration to overcompensate for Lance's inability to keep track of three things: tent, food, clothes..sleeping bag? Maybe not everybody got the same thing...
Furthermore: four things isn't a ton of stuff unless he's chiding Lance about it.]
...I'm staying outside.
[Lance didn't even get to be a jerk about it. He's already reversing.]
[ wow sorry he was busy tackling this tent while you had all that time to get acquainted with their stuff! in any case, he's taking the opportunity to detangle himself and poke his head out of the tent flaps, tossing the other a Look. ]
Weren't you the one talking about needing this tent, or we'd have "worse than poison ivy" to think about?
[By the time Lance questions his conflicting ideas, Keith's rummaging through their collection of nonsense, pulling the wrapped-up sleeping bag from the clusterfuck, shaking it out...]
Yeah, that was before you broke it.
[The same sleeping bag ends up being offered to Lance, lest he have to sleep face down in the dirt...]
I'm staying awake in case the others show up.
[At least there's some purpose to having a shitty one-person tent. Inspiration to stay awake.]
It was already broken— [ comes his quick and easy retort, but half of it gets muffled when there's suddenly a sleeping bag thrust into his face. he sputters and leans back, hands going around the material to grab it from keith, but only so he can stare between them warily. ]
...what, you're taking first shift?
[ because for all his bellyaching, he doesn't actually expect the other to stay awake all night. some more shifting, some more futile attempts to get comfortable in there. ]
[Maybe he's so tired from everything ever thus far that he lacks even the smallest amount of energy required to kick Lance out, elbow him into an even smaller consistency or just plain argue about who should sleep first (rock paper scissors..), but he's decidedly okay with playing guard for now...for a shift.
The truth is that he was appalled when he looked in and saw Lance inside of the tent he worked so hard to pitch.]
Yeah, sure.
[Not that he'll be timekeeping. He'll be too busy setting up a fire, catching bugs for protein, etc...100% NOT SPOONING.]
[ somehow... someway... lance manages to make that sleeping bag fit in that tiny tent. of course, now that he isn't that concerned with making space for the other, he's got a lot more legroom to stretch out (ish), and while it is far from ideal, sleep is sleep, and it only takes a couple of minutes with his eyes shut to convince his body that he is in desperate need of it.
and so he's knocked out like a light in no time at all. ]
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(do u want them to... can lance be big spoon.......)
then again, keith's been "roughing it" more than lance ever has, barring actual sanctioned camping trips, so maybe he's got some insight to offer after all. ]
What are the chances of someone else letting us bunk with them?
[ he may be defeatist about the situation, but at least he's already considering a plan b. ]
(always)
[Without any consideration at all...even though he seems distracted in sorting the poles. They all look identical, which is fine. This is fine. It makes things easier. Similarly, the tent looks fine and whole and unfrayed even in the sad state it's been left in...]
We don't know anyone else, people get crazy when rations are involved...
[He says like someone who's survived a zombie apocalypse. Hurricane Katrina.]
And everytime you try to make friends with the locals, we get caught up in something stupid.
[All while trying to decipher the ..roof part from the slopes. Maybe he just has to make sure both sides are equal and he can figure out his own roof? This is likely one of the simplest tents in existence, and yet...]
(kyaa... also sorry for the wait ;;)
[ maybe two. it's a tough call to make.
anyway, defenses raised, lance's lips pull into a pout as he sits further upright, making at least a bit more effort to take their plight seriously. ]
Besides, these guys aren't locals — they're refugees. [ or whatever the term was that the orbiters called them. ] They're in the same boat we are! How bad can it go?
[ somehow it doesn't occur to him that the orbiters had saved... all kinds of people... murderers among them. ]
shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
[Sure, a good brunt are refugees, but who knows which are pretending to be refugees and which ones fully intend on luring some innocent into certain death. He's more focused on stabbing a particularly thick pole into the ground, twisting it a bit to reach a further depth with ease, not at all interested in hearing Lance go on about spooning with randoms.
Why does he wanna die so badly anyway...]
There's nothing wrong with our stuff. Didn't you learn anything from that one time?
[He couldn't sound more chiding if he tried, and yet, he's busily testing the pole for sturdiness, prodding and deliberately wiggling it. Seems fine, though he's not sure if he's doing things by the book...
It'll work out.]
:x
so it's ironic that's half the reason they disagree so often.
though, to be fair to keith, he is definitely managing to get much farther along than lance ever did, so he's at least got lance's full attention in that. he's gotten up again, wandered over to look things over. ]
Why am I not surprised that your solution to this would be to stab something.
[ shut up lance, it's working. ]
;)
By the time Lance shimmies over, he's working on the second pole, estimating the tent's length (he's kinda cheating, it's deflated just next to his workspace), piercing the ground in a similar way here.]
I'm not stabbing anything.
[SHUT UP LANCE, IT'S WORKING. Moreover, the ground doesn't count. It's just dirt. He's also saying this while adamantly rutting the post in place, testing it just the same...
So now he's got two vertical poles in the ground. A third should act as a connector between...to form a semblance of a roof. There's a nook at the tip of the first two, where the third should rest. This is starting to make some kinda sense. He'll take up a thinner rod, offer it over to Lance.]
That's the roof. [He's guessing, and that's where his instructions end. Keith's in a crouch once more, trying to figure out why they've got so many pegs just by staring at them impatiently.]
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he shuffles a little closer, peering over keith's bent head at the numerous pegs. they're shorter than most, more like stakes than anything else. ]
Maybe those are to keep the tent down?
[ the actual... tent material, that is... ]
"rod" "keep the tent down"
Take that side. [He'll motion to the edge opposite of what he's holding with his chin. It's touching the ground -- Lance's designated end is.] I guess we'll find out.
[The first ever tangible clue that Keith is actually somewhat unsure of how this is supposed to pan out... I guess we'll see how this goes. Maybe it'll stay standing. Whatever.]
i will kill everything you love
At least we'll still have my charm. [ you know... for when he has to shmooze people for some tent space and bed rolls for them both.
anyway he'll stoop down and do as he's told, because he's a good team player, and the fact still stands that keith has definitely gotten a lot farther along with this thing than he ever did.
he'll just do a little finagling here... get that rod down between the other two... stretch out the tarp.......
... ]
It. Looks tent-ish?
i'm just setting the mood
Put that -- yeah.
[He's learning....tenting isn't so hard after all, barring the fact that their tent looks like it has clinical depression. Keith tugs a bit further on his end to even it out, which really doesn't pep it up at all. Just evens it out...]
I think we did everything we were supposed to.
[It looks like a billowing dress pinned out on a clothesline. Lance might've been right about the pegs....]
demurely covers delicate eyes
[ right now it just looks sad.
after a curious tilt of his head, he wanders over to where the leftover pegs are, picks one up and
tentatively pokes the side of the tent with it.
it flutters delicately at the touch for a second
before collapsing in on itself entirely. ]
i hate the words you've written
[More, uh...rope? Pegs. Pegs to pin it open and in place so it's not deflated and depressing? He's busy collecting a small handful, briefly unaware of Lance's meddling...and then it's too late.]
Lance-?!
or do you LOVE them...
It was gonna fall down anyway!
ITS NOT EVEN OPPOSITE DAY
[Okay, he's got a point. With the temperature dropping, if it were to snow...theoretically, they'd be screwed. Not that anyone should have to sleep in a tent during a snowstorm anyway?! The poles are too thin to feign bravery during so much as a rainstorm, probably. RIP to their humble abode, destroyed by Hurricane Lance.]
The poles just have to go in deeper. [Semi-acknowledging that their home was flawed at conception. Nobody else is turning their tent-pitching ceremonies into Big Dig megaprojects (from what he can tell)...but how are they supposed to not???] You start on one end, I'll do the other.
[Their tent is gonna stand at 3ft.]
unless it IS
after about twenty minutes, they actually do manage to get the tent erect again (hahahahahhha ok i'll stop), prompting lance make an acquiescing shrug. ]
Alright I guess it wasn't as bad as I thought it'd go...
[ ... ]
Is it supposed to be this small though?
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Apparently their erection isn't enough to satisfy Lance lol. It's...it definitely shouldn't be that short; there's a lot of leftover canvas sprawled here and there -- like a deflated octopus. They can just use the pegs to make that look less-pathetic, which is what he quickly busies himself with.]
It's not like we have to stand up inside of it.
[No criticism from this dude. They're not redoing this again.....]
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he is peering into the tiny little opening in the front, wondering how the two of them are ever gonna manage to fit inside... for sure they can't both fit in there. no way...
...
well they won't know for sure till the second person tries to go in, right? hastily, lance drops to his knees, wriggling his way in. HA HA hasta la later, keith!! ]
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pls stop, he can't speak spanish.]
There isn't any room for our sleeping bags.
[An idle observation, halfway through the...doorway, decidedly unsure about how things have panned out.......]
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witness lance mcwhatshisnane, blue paladin of voltron, doing his best to squeeze himself into the small space of their meager 3x4 tentlike thing by curling himself up into a sad little ball, all knees and elbows and angles. still, despite practically eating his own knees, he still somehow looks quite smug... because he did it. he's not sure what he did. but he did it. ]
—we had sleeping bags?
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Yeah, we got a ton of stuff.
[A gross exaggeration to overcompensate for Lance's inability to keep track of three things: tent, food, clothes..sleeping bag? Maybe not everybody got the same thing...
Furthermore: four things isn't a ton of stuff unless he's chiding Lance about it.]
...I'm staying outside.
[Lance didn't even get to be a jerk about it. He's already reversing.]
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Weren't you the one talking about needing this tent, or we'd have "worse than poison ivy" to think about?
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Yeah, that was before you broke it.
[The same sleeping bag ends up being offered to Lance, lest he have to sleep face down in the dirt...]
I'm staying awake in case the others show up.
[At least there's some purpose to having a shitty one-person tent. Inspiration to stay awake.]
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...what, you're taking first shift?
[ because for all his bellyaching, he doesn't actually expect the other to stay awake all night. some more shifting, some more futile attempts to get comfortable in there. ]
Wake me up after a couple of hours, then.
[ ;A; his poor beauty sleep... ]
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The truth is that he was appalled when he looked in and saw Lance inside of the tent he worked so hard to pitch.]
Yeah, sure.
[Not that he'll be timekeeping. He'll be too busy setting up a fire, catching bugs for protein, etc...100% NOT SPOONING.]
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and so he's knocked out like a light in no time at all. ]
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is that what you used your new ps on...
yes...now i'm deleting it
no takebacks!!
it's a lot of responsibility though
too bad... this is your bed now...
i'll manage...i guess
good luck...
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