Open - All my friends are heathens

[pidgeypidge]

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, her mostly 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.

Comments

[hatamon]

How many people does it take to carry out a plan as far-reaching as Astoria's? Balancing even a single world is a job without an ending, and they have no idea how many are supposedly being threatened by the darkness now. Rather than admit any of that, though, he just grins and says, "Unless we all work really fast."

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."

[pidgeypidge]

At this point she's mostly wondering how long they're going to be stuck here, waiting to see what happens next. Being kidnapped to a strange new world isn't as irritating as having nothing to do. Which probably says a lot about her, but whatever. "How fast do you think we can figure this out?"

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."

[hatamon]

"Does a week seem fair?" Takeru isn't bored with the relative peace so much as unsettled by it. The Digital World was awful sometimes, but it always kept them on their toes and prepared. Here? He still has no idea what to expect, and it turns out that might actually be worse. He never thought he would miss the random attempts on his life, but at least with angry monsters you know where you stand. "We've only gotta find out who our real enemy is and then save pretty much every world in existence." No big deal or anything.

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."