Pidge Gunderson | Katie Holt (
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Open - All my friends are heathens
Who: Pidge and you~
Where: around the temple
When: arrival + up to phase one of the plague
Rating: nothing past PG-13
What: Feels. Cooking misadventures.
Week One; sometime late/early morning (the feels-y option)
Pidge had always had an interesting relationship with sleep. Before the Kerberos mission had flipped her entire life upside down, she knew that all she'd have to do was make herself a snack, or sneak up onto the roof for a while, or go fiddle around in Matt's room, and soon enough she'd be ready to sleep again.
She couldn't do that anymore. And she couldn't wander the castle ship, because it was gone. So much had happened in the last year, and she was still reeling a little. When there was something to focus on, some new, possibly suicidal mission to worry about, it was easy to distract herself. But it was times like now, when everyone else was probably asleep, that she found herself worrying.
So here she sat, at the edge of the forest, wrapped in the blanket she'd pulled off her bed, hermostly useless bayard at her side. It was probably ridiculous, but she felt just a little bit safer just having it with her.
"I know you can't hear me. And that probably means you can't come here, either. But it would be... really great if you could give me some kind of sign that you're okay." She's sitting facing away from the temple, and looking up toward the night sky, as though it might hold what she's looking for. Instead, all she could see were alien constellations and the silhouettes of trees if she glanced down. Any other time, it might've been enough of a distraction. But not now. "It's weird not having you here."
It was a long shot, and she hadn't really been expecting it to work. But she'd gotten into the habit of talking to Green when nobody else was around. "I miss you. And it sucks here."
Week two; noon-ish?
She'd somehow lucked out as far as whatever this sickness was. It would take more than a cold to defeat Katie Holt, but between running around trying to make sure everyone else was alright, she was starting to get a little burnt out. The lack of general direction or purpose was also starting to get to her. It might've been easier to deal with all of this if there was something to fight, or something to hack or something to do.
Possibly the worst part of all this was the fact that her bayard had been screwed up since they'd gotten here. The handful of times she'd tried to get it working had ultimately ended the same way, with a string of colorful language that probably would've made her mother grimace.
Today, though, she's taken up residence in the kitchen. She'd never be as good as Hunk, but there were a handful of things she was confident enough to make. Unfortunately, she hadn't been able to find everything she needed for her Nana's ginger chicken soup. So she'd had to substitute a few things.
"Hmm..."
She's standing on a stool and peering into the large pot of not-quite-Nana's-ginger-chicken-soup. It didn't smell bad, exactly. But it didn't smell quite right, either.
Someone save her.
Where: around the temple
When: arrival + up to phase one of the plague
Rating: nothing past PG-13
What: Feels. Cooking misadventures.
Week One; sometime late/early morning (the feels-y option)
Pidge had always had an interesting relationship with sleep. Before the Kerberos mission had flipped her entire life upside down, she knew that all she'd have to do was make herself a snack, or sneak up onto the roof for a while, or go fiddle around in Matt's room, and soon enough she'd be ready to sleep again.
She couldn't do that anymore. And she couldn't wander the castle ship, because it was gone. So much had happened in the last year, and she was still reeling a little. When there was something to focus on, some new, possibly suicidal mission to worry about, it was easy to distract herself. But it was times like now, when everyone else was probably asleep, that she found herself worrying.
So here she sat, at the edge of the forest, wrapped in the blanket she'd pulled off her bed, her
"I know you can't hear me. And that probably means you can't come here, either. But it would be... really great if you could give me some kind of sign that you're okay." She's sitting facing away from the temple, and looking up toward the night sky, as though it might hold what she's looking for. Instead, all she could see were alien constellations and the silhouettes of trees if she glanced down. Any other time, it might've been enough of a distraction. But not now. "It's weird not having you here."
It was a long shot, and she hadn't really been expecting it to work. But she'd gotten into the habit of talking to Green when nobody else was around. "I miss you. And it sucks here."
Week two; noon-ish?
She'd somehow lucked out as far as whatever this sickness was. It would take more than a cold to defeat Katie Holt, but between running around trying to make sure everyone else was alright, she was starting to get a little burnt out. The lack of general direction or purpose was also starting to get to her. It might've been easier to deal with all of this if there was something to fight, or something to hack or something to do.
Possibly the worst part of all this was the fact that her bayard had been screwed up since they'd gotten here. The handful of times she'd tried to get it working had ultimately ended the same way, with a string of colorful language that probably would've made her mother grimace.
Today, though, she's taken up residence in the kitchen. She'd never be as good as Hunk, but there were a handful of things she was confident enough to make. Unfortunately, she hadn't been able to find everything she needed for her Nana's ginger chicken soup. So she'd had to substitute a few things.
"Hmm..."
She's standing on a stool and peering into the large pot of not-quite-Nana's-ginger-chicken-soup. It didn't smell bad, exactly. But it didn't smell quite right, either.
Someone save her.
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He shakes his head to her question about his own abilities, but has to grin at the thought. "Nah, I'm just me. Patamon's evolutions are mostly angels, but he can turn into something like a pegasus when we need to fly somewhere." He wouldn't mention that particular bit of weirdness, except it seems like the closest comparison to charging through space in a giant lion.
Come to think of it, Hunk never got into the specifics of how exactly they found their mechas. Takeru is tempted to ask for the full story, but as she continues he wonders if maybe magic talk is a better distraction than more lamenting about what they're missing. It's worth a try, anyway. "Really? No clue at all?"
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That's almost a little disappointing to hear, though she's not really sure what kind of changes he'd even go through. Or how things worked as far as his partner was concerned. Maybe she'll bug him about that later. "Angels and a pegasus... I kinda wish I could see that." A year or so ago, she probably would've wondered if he was making this up but after everything she's seen, why not?
She's going to assume that he wasn't told much aside from what they'd been doing. And while she's still pretty bummed to discover that she's cut off from Green, she's not entirely against the idea of talking about it, because at least he seems to understand where she's coming from. "Well that's not entirely true. I know that I'm not able to turn into one of the Lions like Shiro can. And I'm pretty sure I can't fly, or run super fast, or anything crazy like that! How about you?"
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Takeru's so accustomed to talking about this stuff that he doesn't stop to think about how utterly insane angels and a pegasus must sound out of context until after he's already spoken, but to Pidge's credit, she rolls with it like a champ. "I'd love to see Voltron in action too. Who knows, maybe Astoria will bring them all here soon and we'll both get our chance." It seems unlikely at this point, but he doesn't have the crest of hope for nothing.
"Knowing what powers you can rule out isn't a bad start. If it doesn't change you, then maybe it affects people or something else?" Which is still an awfully broad category, but the magic Astoria grants is so varied that it's hard to be sure about anything. Takeru's lucky in that his ability is at least straightforward enough to manifest. "I'm still getting the hang of what I can actually do with mine, but the basic idea is making light solid."
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And to be honest, angels and a pegasus probably should've sounded pretty strange to her, but she's seen so much that she's not even going to think twice about it right now. Maybe later, after she's had a bit to think about it? "Voltron's great! And somehow I doubt she'll end up bringing the Lions here. I feel like if she was going to bring them, they would have come with us." Or maybe she's completely wrong.
He actually has a point about that, too, so she's just going to shrug a bit. "That makes sense." Though now she can't help feeling curious about what Astoria gave him. But she doesn't have to wait long, and she kind of just blinks up at him in response to that. "How do you make light solid?" Which is actually a pretty silly question, she realizes, but it's also not something she's expecting to hear.
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"We know we aren't the first group of people she's recruited, so it's hard to guess what the pattern is." It'd be nice to think they're going to be the last--if only so no one else gets ripped away from their homes--but that's an equally doubtful scenario. "It's probably a selfish thing to wish for anyway. As much as I'd like to see Patamon again, it wouldn't be worth it if my other friends got dragged here too."
His own magic is a lighter topic, and he laughs when she asks how it works. "No idea. Maybe you can tell me." He could be way off, but those glasses remind him so much of Miyako he has to assume she's the brainy type. He figures he owes her a demonstration, so he holds his hands out and takes a deep breath. After a moment light sparks between them, spreading out like a pane of glass that's equally solid to the touch.
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"Maybe it is selfish. And I know the feeling. I wouldn't want to drag anyone else here, either." As much as she'd love to see Matt or her parents again, she wouldn't want them to end up here. But the subject of his Astoria-granted ability is a suitable enough distraction for now. "Let's see it then." Fortunately she doesn't have to wait long. She does, however, move a bit closer and reach out a hand. Though she stops just short and glances up at him instead. "May I?"
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Considering they've spent these last few days doing as they please at the temple without so much as a single sign of trouble, that's... probably not in the cards.
Takeru nods when Pidge reaches out, lowering his hands so she can take a better look. "Sure. It should be safe." Despite glowing brightly enough to light up the area around them, the magic itself feels oddly cool. "I can't manage anything more useful than just activating it yet."
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Clearly not fast enough to make them the last group Astoria brought here, if the last few days were any indication. They don't seem to be getting much done.
Maybe it seems a bit silly to ask first but it seems like something she should ask about. Or maybe she's just overthinking. Either way, she takes that nod as the permission it clearly is and pokes at the space between his hands. "I dunno. I think it's really neat." It's certainly more than she can do at the moment. "Maybe you just need more practice."
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Once Pidge has had a chance to examine the light Takeru lets it fade, his hands dropping to his sides. "Yeah. I'm sure you'll figure yours out soon too." All kidding aside, practice is something they have plenty of time for. A couple seconds later something else occurs to him. "Oh, hey. I just realized I know your lion's name but not yours. I'm Takeru Takaishi."