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[tempredmental]

Who: Keith, OTA
Broadcast: No
Action: Planetside, Huntress, Iskaulit
When: During the Fleet's time in this system (consider this a catch-all!)

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Planetside

Shopping

[Shopping... or stealing... or whatever... Keith was out and about 'restocking' various items. Obviously the necessities, like actual food (even it didn't taste amazingly perfect)... and then other things... like office supplies. Yes. Office supplies. He'd been running out of room in the little notebook that Tyrion had given him almost a year ago now, and he needed replacements. So, he was going to grab a few... along with some other useful items to use on his pin board and... IT WASN'T A CONSPIRACY BOARD, OKAY?

He might also be helping Lance restock on bath supplies.......... but he wasn't talking about it. Those weren't his!!]

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Housing

[Most of the time, Keith was on the Huntress instead of worrying about breaking into a house every time things reset just before dawn. It was easier, honest. But he was still exploring some of the houses and checking in on what he could find in them that could be useful. It felt a little odd, but beggars couldn't be choosers.]

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Amusement Park

[What the heck kind of horror movie scene was this? It was creepy as all get out and Keith was definitely not cool with going in there. Care to try dragging him to his perceived doom?]

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Library or Media Station

[Keith was doing as much research as he could... taking notes once he realized that the books couldn't be stolen or pages ripped out and kept. Same for the video feeds he was finding since he couldn't find any portable media to download stuff and take it with him. He could use a second (or third) pair of eyes... or maybe a break (and food)... He was starting to look a little overly intense about his self-appointed task.]

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Huntress

[Keith could be found adding information to his board in his room. And stowing the supplies he'd taken. And stowing some of the other supplies like food and things around the ship in appropriate places.]

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Iskaulit

Lecture Hall

[Anything he'd been gathering as far as information was not just going back to his own room. He was making copies and adding it to the stash of information in the Lecture Hall for everyone else. He was good about that sort of thing.]

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Gym or Pool

[Being antsy about an abandoned town like this was normal, right? Right. He was going to work off some of that excess energy by beating up bags in the gym, or working on some training moves, or something... He could even be found in the pool. He wasn't a super strong swimmer, but he could do basic laps pretty well.]

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Wildcard

[Didn't see something you liked? Want to video/voice chat or text Keith? Hit me up! I'm good at rolling with the punches, or you can pre-plot with me if you want on Plurk at duches77.]

Comments

Shopping

[the_tailor]

[It is totally a conspiracy board, and you will never, ever convince Lance otherwise.

Before this planet, he didn't really think he'd end up having a nice afternoon out ransacking a town, but here they are. Best supply stop ever. So much better than the way stations. He's been pillaging more than Keith, but is still happy to accompany him on some of the smaller trips. With a trusty sack hanging over his shoulder, he helps collect some supplies Keith is in definite need of.

He also sees the bath and beauty products Keith is putting in a bag as well. He's definitely thanking his boyfriend for that later.]

Maybe we can make, like, a side conspiracy board for the Lion's Den for us all to use, so we don't have to have all the groupthink meetings in our room?

Shopping!

[this_loser]

[Prompto was on restock missions of his own, once he got over the guilt and uncertainty of just taking things. Food, bedding, towels, clothes.

Office supplies, though...

He puts on his best customer service face and voice.]

Find everything alright?

pool!

[axi]

[With everything related to the planet going on, Kaname realizes she hasn't taken Q-Lulu to the pool since they arrived in the system. She needs to fix that. So here she arrives at the pool with the mercat, who's wiggling in excitement, knowing full well where they're headed.

Once there, already in her swimsuit, she's honestly a little surprised to see Keith already swimming some laps. She heads to the edge, crouching down to talk with him once he's up for air. He's met with a smile.]

Mind if we join you?

Housing

[postocular]

[ Clearing houses is an old song and dance, so being confronted with a planet that involved some amount of looting is more comforting than it should be. This time, not finding anything worth taking doesn’t necessarily mean none of them are going to eat tonight. Still, it’s an old habit to rid himself of, and Carl finds himself systematically going through the houses down that particular street, looking for anything that might be useful. This planet is still unsettling, so it’s better to be prepared.

Running into someone else isn’t something he expects, but he doesn’t feel the need to draw a weapon at least?? ]

Find anything?

[tempredmental]

[He naturally checked with Lance if it was something he'd want before grabbing it, but Keith was very familiar with Lance's meticulous self-care routine now, so he would help him out.

Whether the comment about the board was facetious or not, Keith paused.]

That's a good idea.

[He paused and turned to face Lance, though.]

And it's not a conspiracy board.

[He rolled his eyes a little and shook his head before turning and continuing.]

[the_tailor]

Babe, it is totally a conspiracy board, and you're never gonna convince me otherwise.

[He shoots him a wide grin. Lance doesn't think he'll ever be able to break the habit of teasing Keith, as long as the other teenager doesn't genuinely get bothered by them. That, and he does seriously think it's a conspiracy board.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith wasn't expecting to see someone crouched there when he came up at the end of a lap. He took a deep breath, catching some air back for a moment, and then shrugged.]

Not at all.

[In the pool like this, without his shirt on, Kaname would have her first view of the scar on his shoulder. It was long, starting at the top of his shoulder, and traveling down towards his chest, bisecting his collarbone.]

Getting some swim time in for the mercat?

[tempredmental]

[The customer service attitude startled Keith a little until he turned around and realized it was Prompto.]

Dude... don't do that.

[He laughed a little nervously.]

But, yeah... I mean, it's not like I was looking for anything specific. What about you?

Re: Housing

[tempredmental]

[Keith was slowly getting used to the idea that most anyone that walked in on him looting was likely to be a Fleeter. That didn't mean he was completely letting his guard down, but he wasn't immediately drawing his blade anymore. When Carl entered and spoke up, Keith left the large weapon in the sheath that was hooked to the back of his belt.]

Nothing out of the ordinary. It's almost like no one was even living here, yet. There's nothing personal at all.

I can't tell if this place was abandoned or just never moved into.

[The bots certainly didn't help with that, considering they replaced, fixed, and cleaned everything every night.]

What about you?

[tempredmental]

[Keith rolled his eyes.]

Whatever. It helps.

[But, the idea of making one in the Lion's Den was a good one. Then maybe there would be less other things being drawn on his board... Lance.

He made his way down the aisle, looking over some stuff there.]

[the_tailor]

[What. You know you love Lance's scribbled pictures and impromptu love poetry. He's even kept the dick drawings to a minimum!

He follows along, humming.]

I mean, whatever works for you to keep your thoughts organized. I'm kind of jealous, honestly?

[tempredmental]

[Keith looked back at him, a strange look on his face.]

You are?

[Yes... that was odd to hear.]

[the_tailor]

Uhhh... It's...hard to explain. But I've always had a pretty hard time focusing in general. Made studying a total pain in the butt. And I haven't ever really figured out a really good way to get all my ducks in a row thoughts wise.

[He gives a little shrug. It's something he doesn't care to share with most people, but...well, he can open up to Keith.]

[axi]

[His answer gets a nod, and she dips her feet in next him and sits on the edge. The scar, while noted, isn't given much of her attention.]

I am. I feel bad, but since we've arrived, it's sort of taken a back seat.

[Q-Lulu's already diving in and swimming in circles, clearly happy to be here.]

What about you? I didn't peg you for much of a swimmer.

[this_loser]

[He held his hands up.]

Sorry, man. Couldn't resist!

[He shrugged at the question.]

Aside from making sure the kitchen stays stocked until we move on out of here, I think I'm set on the looting.

Gym

[dandyofawolf]

[Honestly, Sandalio doesn't need to work out. He really doesn't. Despite that, he's here because he wants to explore what is available to people and that's why he's wandered this way. Of course he hears someone is here long before he sees him. Smells him too.

Curious, he moves over to him and watches for just a moment before...]

Perhaps it would be easier if one were to hold the bag for you?

[tempredmental]

Oh...

[Keith considered that.]

Maybe you need to make a conspiracy board, too, then.

[He smirked a little.]

Seriously, though... it just helps. [He shrugged.] It's easier for me to remember things and put stuff together if I can make patterns with them and lay everything out in a visual way. I've always been good at remembering shapes and colors and landmarks. When I learn something new, it helps if I can connect it in some way to something I already know and build off of it... like connecting stars in a constellation.

[the_tailor]

Maybe I'll share yours more than just leaving lovely messages and drawings on it.

[He chuckles, but does intently listen to what Keith's saying. It sounds...incredibly logical, really. and he's half wondering if he should give it a try, half wondering if it's something he's already attempted.]

That's really cool, honestly. I'll see if something like that helps me. It's just the whole focusing bit that's always escaped me since I was a little kid. And 'cause I can't concentrate, which is pretty much the foundation of it all, it's just been...

[He trails off, thinking about how he's always had some trouble in school, how he'd always have to study twice as long to get good grades because of his lack of focus and inability to just actually sit down and study correctly. His thoughts are always flitting around, and he can't bring himself to sit still. Even in Voltron, even now, Keith could probably see that.]

Sorry, I'm kind of spilling a bunch of uncomfortable backstory on you.

[tempredmental]

[Keith put his arms around Lance, resting his head on the other teen's shoulder.]

Thank you for telling me.

[He gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.]

You know... I didn't always know I learned best that way. It took a lot of struggle for me to figure it out, because no one really teaches like that. I had to figure it out on my own and convince myself that it wasn't just because I was stupid.

You just need to find what works for you. I know you can focus when you're into it. If you couldn't, Voltron wouldn't work. Remember all that focusing stuff we had to do? You learned how to do that. It's there. You just need to find it and find a way to make it work for you. Everyone's different.

[the_tailor]

[He melts a little into the embrace, smiling. It really does feel nice to unload like this. It's stuff he's only really discussed with Hunk before, outside of his family. Lance likes it, having this extra layer of trust with Keith as well.]

You know, any time you think you might not be, like, best boyfriend, I'm gonna remind you of this. ...Thanks, Keith. I mean it. I had a lot of people call me stupid, even in the Garrison, so it feels really good to be told otherwise. 'specially by someone whose opinion I really take in high regard, you know?

[postocular]

There are a few houses back the other way that had families at one point. There were pictures, albums on the shelf, clothes in the closet.

It's like they all just left without packing anything.. but there's not a trace of anybody anywhere else.

[ If people leave, they generally bring belongings with them. When they left Atlanta, his mom brought things like clothes and their camping gear, but the one thing that stuck out to him that she had to bring were their photo albums. So either these people didn't know they were leaving, or this is some sort of setup. It feels like something bigger, and he still expects to round a corner and be confronted with an entire town of walkers. ]

Library

[candothat]

[Is there anywhere cooler than a library? ...Yes, probably, but with a mysteriously abandoned city to learn about, there were few other places that Chekov would rather be. Not that he was having much luck on the learning front. Whoever lived here apparently hadn't had an interest in documenting their own history.

The Russian approached a very serious-looking Keith, books and notes and snack bars in tow.]

Do you mind if I join you?

[tempredmental]

Yeah. I was just thinking... most of the stuff I've been keeping track of has been on paper and stuff since the digital versions all that information we found at that mansion got wiped, so I thought this stuff might come in handy, you know?

[He shrugged, feeling a little self-conscious. He hadn't really seen anyone else grabbing that kind of stuff, but he'd managed to get a good amount of it.]

Re: Gym

[tempredmental]

You can if you want... [Keith shrugged.] It makes for more of a challenge if you have to dodge and strike at the same time... like a real fight, you know?

[tempredmental]

Well, we all know Iverson was a jerk, so his opinion definitely doesn't count. [Keith smirked a little.] But... the fighter pilot program was super competitive. I'm not surprised that people tried to psych you out. They did it to me, too. [He could understand how Lance felt.] But I don't think you're stupid.

You don't always make the best decisions... [He poked Lance a little, his voice lighter, almost teasing. Remember Nyma?] But you're not stupid.

You just have to remember whose opinions are the most important to you. Everyone else... none of them matter. [He tightened his hug.] I'm glad mine's important, though.