[From the moment he'd been pried out of his pod -- no, probably more like, approximately twenty minutes or so since being pried from his pod, Keith was on the hunt for absolutely anything that made sense to his vaguely feral brain. For a great while, none of the other Paladins could be found and his connection to Red was all but null and void. He couldn't care less about his rations, nor the condition of his clothing; absolutely nothing made sense (despite the shoddy explanation he's only half-trusting) and at the same time, he'd resigned that maybe they were too slow. Maybe Zarkon won, or he was responsible for this in some way, meaning he was responsible too.
His frantic search -- for familiar faces, at least, came to an end at face of a hit-or-miss sharpshooter; this wasn't the first time they'd all been separated and...maybe that's all this was. No one else was to be found and with the temperature dropping, camp was agreed upon, rations and such were acknowledged, so on and so forth. He's only made aware of how tired he'd become after having a seat a few feet from their would-be fire. It's a mere pile of sticks at the moment, surrounded by a co-op'd ring of stone.
After spending a good part of his cast-away initiation completely frantic and ambling about, he's uncharacteristically complaisant, lowkey happy about his company for the time being, idly rifling through whatever nonsense clothing they managed to collect along the way.
Quietly.
Tiredly.
Good time for a song....]
His frantic search -- for familiar faces, at least, came to an end at face of a hit-or-miss sharpshooter; this wasn't the first time they'd all been separated and...maybe that's all this was. No one else was to be found and with the temperature dropping, camp was agreed upon, rations and such were acknowledged, so on and so forth. He's only made aware of how tired he'd become after having a seat a few feet from their would-be fire. It's a mere pile of sticks at the moment, surrounded by a co-op'd ring of stone.
After spending a good part of his cast-away initiation completely frantic and ambling about, he's uncharacteristically complaisant, lowkey happy about his company for the time being, idly rifling through whatever nonsense clothing they managed to collect along the way.
Quietly.
Tiredly.
Good time for a song....]
[ the "quiet" only really lasts for about five minutes, but sadly it is not broken up my the dulcet tones of finn from adventure time, and instead ruined by a sudden aggrieved and seemingly inconsolable groan of frustration. ]
Forget it! It's impossible! This tent's broken or something!
[ to be fair to lance, he'd been working on trying to pitch that tent for over twenty minutes now, and to be even more fair to him, the tent itself is really designed for two people to work simultaneously to do so... though that particular part of the 'instructions' had burned up with the rest of the manual.
he gives the ruffled nylon one last kick for good measure, then pointedly and decidedly walks way from it, stomping on over to where keith has crouched. he joins the boy soon enough, though in a far more languished, relaxed position, sprawled across a box or two of supplies. ]
This experience officially ranks second worst camping trip I've ever been on, [ he explains, even though keith definitely didn't ask. ] It'd be first, but it's kind of hard to beat a bad case of poison ivy.
[ he was ten and it was on the bum and it was horrible, horrible. ]
Forget it! It's impossible! This tent's broken or something!
[ to be fair to lance, he'd been working on trying to pitch that tent for over twenty minutes now, and to be even more fair to him, the tent itself is really designed for two people to work simultaneously to do so... though that particular part of the 'instructions' had burned up with the rest of the manual.
he gives the ruffled nylon one last kick for good measure, then pointedly and decidedly walks way from it, stomping on over to where keith has crouched. he joins the boy soon enough, though in a far more languished, relaxed position, sprawled across a box or two of supplies. ]
This experience officially ranks second worst camping trip I've ever been on, [ he explains, even though keith definitely didn't ask. ] It'd be first, but it's kind of hard to beat a bad case of poison ivy.
[ he was ten and it was on the bum and it was horrible, horrible. ]
[Even if he weren't looking (as prompted by the FORGET IT), Keith is approximately 95% sure the tent isn't broken at all. At the same time, he wouldn't be surprised if they were given a dud.]
Hold on. [And he's moving to full height, though Lance has entirely...given up.] ...Don't kick it.
[Advice that comes like, fifteen seconds later post-assault.]
If we don't get that tent up, we'll probably have to deal with worse than poison ivy.
[He could stand to be a little more sympathetic, but this isn't particularly unusual anyway. He's not sure what kind of ALIENS this place HOSTILE ALIENS harbors overnight. The fact that the temperature's dropping poses a threat within itself -- at the end of the day, a tent's always better when it's...pitched.
With that, he's wandering over to the deflated mess of a tent, frowning at the spread of poles and pegs. Huh.]
Hold on. [And he's moving to full height, though Lance has entirely...given up.] ...Don't kick it.
[Advice that comes like, fifteen seconds later post-assault.]
If we don't get that tent up, we'll probably have to deal with worse than poison ivy.
[He could stand to be a little more sympathetic, but this isn't particularly unusual anyway. He's not sure what kind of ALIENS this place HOSTILE ALIENS harbors overnight. The fact that the temperature's dropping poses a threat within itself -- at the end of the day, a tent's always better when it's...pitched.
With that, he's wandering over to the deflated mess of a tent, frowning at the spread of poles and pegs. Huh.]
[ 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. ]
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. ]
We're not doing that.
[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...]
[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...]
That was, like, one time!
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
You don't know that.
[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.]
[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.]
[ 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.
[ shut up lance, it's working. ]
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. ]
[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.]
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. ]
Maybe those are to keep the tent down?
[ the actual... tent material, that is... ]
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... ]
[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.]
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.......
... ]
It. Looks tent-ish?
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?
How do Earthlings celebrate birthdays?
(u may need to change that username in the future keith.......)
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juniberries
2017-07-30 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[look she doesn't know squat about Earthling customs okay.]
It's for Lance. His birthday is today and I think we should do something special.
It's for Lance. His birthday is today and I think we should do something special.
[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....]
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....]
He announced it over the network. Didn't you see?
[Keith how the quiznak would she know when Lance's birthday is.]
...do you know how to bake a cake?
[Keith how the quiznak would she know when Lance's birthday is.]
...do you know how to bake a cake?
Then shouldn't it look more... happy?
[ 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. ]
[ 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'm at the marketplace now.
If you know the ingredients we can always try.
If you know the ingredients we can always try.
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