driftfleet | I'm still me?

Who: Hunk and you
Broadcast: None
Action: SS Heron, Selvin-9
When: Backdated to start of January

[SS Heron]

[The yellow paladin sat hunched over on the edge of his bunk, staring pensively at the little stuff yellow lion Shiro had given him. Ever since he woke up form his coma, Hunk couldn't shake this deep seeded unease he felt in his gut. Why was he the only one that got felt behind? He had the same memories just like the other paladins when they returned. But... were they real? They felt real.

His hand reflexively reached up to brush behind his ear where he could feel the little bump of raised skin. That stupid implant... For all he knew all his knew 'memories' were uploaded. That still begged the question of why. What was even real anymore? Was he... real? I mean, Hunk could totally see who ever is pulling the strings here doing something like that for the 'entertainment value'. Hunk shuttered at that thought. But... He felt like himself, mostly. Sure, even if he was a weird clone thingy... how could he really tell? Man! This must be how Shiro feels. This sucks.

Petting the soft fur of the stuffed lion, Hunk placed it back on the little cove by his bunk. He needed to get out of this room for a while and away from his own thoughts. Pulling himself up, Hunk exited his room to pace the corridors. Eventually his feet carried him to the ship's kitchen. Since he was here, might as well grab a snack.]

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[Selvin-9 - Shopping]

[Sitting around The SS Heron stewing in his thoughts wasn't doing himself any favors. Hunk hoped a shuttle to do a little shopping to spread his legs and breath air that wasn't recycled. And oh boy, coming down to visit turned out the be the best decision he's made. The snow. It tastes like marshmallows. Oh man, could he cook with it? He had to try. This had to be, hands down, the best planet he's been too thus far. _{Though to be fair, anything beat cannibals.}

Wondering down the lane of shops admiring their wares, Hunk totally forgot about his little existential crises he was having. Like always, there was new things to see and explore. But what caught his eye the most was the shop glittering with small little bottles of snow. Okay, new mission. Buy all the snow. He has to taste all of them. Hunk paused to eye them lustfully.]

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[Things had slowly been getting a little better. They weren't great, perse, but minus the whole Kate leaving, they all seemed to be starting to work through recent events from back home. It wasn't much yet, but it was something.

Spending time on Selvin-9 helped Lance from brooding too much (and brooding is definitely not something he wants to do). He's happy to spot his best friend in the marketplace, and makes his way over with a grin.]

Whatcha looking at there?

[Not expecting anyone to call out to him, Hunk was startled as he was broken from his heated stare. But it was only for a moment as he turned to see Lance strolling up to join him.]

Hey Lance, have you tried this snow?! [Hunk beamed with excitement looking back at the jars.] Apparently it has different flavors!

Whoa. Whoa, whoa, wait, what? I thought it was just normal marshmallow!

[He definitely looks interested at that.]

Right?! I thought that too. But I heard the locals saying the snow tastes different depending on where it's from.

[Hunk turned back to Lance, eyes sparking.]

You thinking what I'm thinking?

I think I'm thinking what you're thinking, bro.

[And his eyes are sparkling just as much.]

If you're also thinking about taking a little culinary taste testing road trip in the name of science then, yeah you are! I have to know if it's true.

[There was a small pause as he thought. How to get to the other regions?... Oh wait, duh.]

We do have our shuttles. You can pilot us, right?

Of course I can! I'll be the captain of our planetwide journey to discover all the sweet snowflakes this place has to offer.

[It's said with grandeur, and he grins before giving the thumbs up to a camera that isn't there. A pause, and he taps his chin.]

You know, we should totally have our own cooking show.

[That certainly peeked Hunk's interest. If Hunk didn't seem pumped before, multiply that by hundred. You could feels the excitement vibrating off of him.]

Dude, get out of my head. I was just thinking that! We should collect exotic ingredients from all these planets we visit and broadcast a show. It'll be fun!

Not sure if we can cook with this snow, but we can find out.

Yooooooooo. We should! We can do it for every planet we go to! Heck, we can even make episodes about recipes to make that cruddy gel on the ships taste good!

[He reaches out for a high five. Because this? This is a mega high five worthy idea.]

Yeah! Exactly!

[Hunk brings it in with an enthusiastic high five, the kind that makes your hand tingle after awhile. Best.
Idea. Ever. What could go wrong?]

This has to be one of our best ideas. I can write down all the recipes that I have already for the food gels. I've been experimenting since I got here. I think I have made a few improvements.

[He flashed a wide toothy grin.]

But first thing first. Snow trip. We can brainstorm what we want to do first when we get back to The Fleet.

[And his hand definitely does tingle. Hunk gives the best high fives, though, just like he gives the best hugs.]

Sweet! Get it, cause of the snow...

[He's so witty, this one. Lance smiles brightly.]

Want to pick up a few of the ones here, then head back to the shuttle to head off to the next town?

[Worrying about the rest of the team felt so much easier than thinking about his own problems right now, so Keith was going to go check up on Hunk. The weird situation of him being coma'd vs disappearing like the rest of them had left a weird vibe on the whole thing, and Keith wasn't sure what to make of it. It bothered him, and he could only imagine that their team 'nervous voice of reason', wasn't too happy about it, either. So, he headed over to the Heron to go make sure things were okay.

He didn't get far once he was on board. He had to pass the Heron's kitchen to get to Hunk's quarters, but no need because the large Paladin was predictably cooking his worries away. It was nice that some things never changed.

Keith gave a quiet knock on the door jam as not to startle his buddy.]

Hey... making anything good?

[Now that wasn't a voice Hunk was expecting to hear. He turned around from the pantry to face the direction of the soft knock, a mixing bowl in his arms. Seeing Keith's familiar frame standing in the doorway did make him crack a small smile. Man, if Keith come all this way to visit... He must be worried.]

Nothing too fancy. Just trying to see if I can whip up something for mac n' cheese. Feeling in need of a little comfort food.

You in?

[He nudged at the bowl in his arms.]

[Keith gave Hunk a somewhat sympathetic look, and then nodded.]

Yeah. Sounds like a good plan.

[Comfort food definitely was needed. He stepped in, glancing around. The kitchen on the Heron was pretty impressive... one of the best in the Fleet if not the best.]

Want some help?

[Keith wasn't an amazing chef, but he was a quick learner and good at following directions ~~when he wanted to follow them~~. He probably wouldn't mess things up too badly.]

[Hunk's smile grew a little wider, nodding his head. It was just mac n' cheese. Basically fool-proof to make. Eh.... almost fool-proof. And it was always nice to have an extra set of hands.]

Yeah, of course. Then can you get a pot of water boiling for the elbow noodles?

[Hunk placed the bowl he was hold on the counter next to the double burner stovetop and bent over to fish out the two pots they would need from the cabinet. He placed the smaller of the two on the stove before he turned to hold out the stew pot to Keith.]

So what do I owe this honor of your visit? I know you didn't come just to help me cook.

[Keith nodded and took the offered pot, heading over to fill it with water. He shrugged at Hunk's question.]

I just wanted to see how you were doing.

[Which could be interpreted however Hunk wanted to... Keith checking up on him, being worried, or just coming to say hi and taste his latest experiment. Keith had left his response generic on purpose, deciding to let Hunk guide the conversation. He wasn't great with being comforting, so it was easier to take his cues from the other person than to figure it out on his own.]

[For a moment, Hunk was silent letting the question sink in as he turned back to Keith, pulling things out of the mixing bowl on to the counter. Hunk knew he wasn't acting like his usual self recently, and that was weighing on his mind. There was a gentle exhale as he grabbed the block of cheese.]

I really must be acting weird if you're asking if I'm okay. [He mused with a soft chuckle.] Sorry, I've just been in my own head a lot recently. Ever since we got back... well... you got back I can't shake this bad feeling.

[Keith shrugged a little.]

It's okay. We all have our moments. And, well, what happened there was pretty weird. No doubt about that.

[He placed the full pot on the stove and clicked on the burner to get the water boiling. He turned back and watched Hunk for a moment.]

Hey... we're still friends. Me not being on the team anymore doesn't change that for me. And, well, I know I'm not great at it, but I still get worried when I see you guys not at your best. So, I just wanted to see if you were good.

I'm still me?

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