Do Not Feed After Midnight

[pidge_out]

Who: Pidge and ALL OF YOU
Broadcast: Accidentally YES
Action: Yesssss
When: Right Now!

[Video Broadcast]
[The feed is shaky. For a split second this might be concerning, but then there are some snorting giggles while the image comes into focus and reveals... a whiteboard. It's covered in scribbles and notes and papers and magnets and string, and most of the handwriting is fairly neat. If your attention stays on that neater handwriting, you might realize that the things on the board are trying to piece clues together. If you know him, you might even recognize this as being the board in Keith's room on the Huntress.

That's not why the feed is on, though.

Written into the margins of every bit of space not occupied by this apparent search are questions, written in large, bold, black letters that at times go over what was already written. And these questions are not... particularly scholarly. They're mostly things like--

"Do aliens have sex?" "What is Hunk's headband hiding?" "Lance doesn't actually know spanish, Change My Mind" "Who cut Shiro's hair anyway?" "Shut up Lance let me write my Shhit" "Aliens = Birds?" "why does Coran moustAche"]

Okay, look! [Pidge is not at all trying to hold back any laughter. In fact, Pidge seems pretty damn pleased with the scrawled, awful musings that have been left there. Though it does kind of sound like she's not quite talking to the community over the comm. It sounds like Pidge is talking to someone in the same room as her.] Someone's gotta ask the hard questions and I'm the brain here so it's gonna be me, duhhhhh.

[Tap. Tap. It sounds like Pidge is hitting the side of her comm. Because obviously she's just trying to take a picture of her own brilliance.] Nnnthefuck, why's it not working...

[Action: the Huntress]
[So it turns out that Lance gave Pidge some Drinks and then brought her back to his shared room to make sure she didn't trip all over herself while returning to the Bishop...]

Comments

[dothelokimotion]

None of those names mean anything to anyone.

[pidge_out]

[And now Pidge sure is blowing a raspberry at you.]

Uh, correction, they mean everything to me, so there.

[dothelokimotion]

That simply proves my point.

[pidge_out]

[And now there's squinting. Suspicious squinting.]

...Point. Point? What point.

[dothelokimotion]

[ He sighs. ]

Never you mind. Go back to your board, genius.

[pidge_out]

[What what wait wait oh no he di'n't.]

Hey. Hey. You don't have to be mean, mean alien guy.

[Because that's what he's being, right? Mean? Right.]

[dothelokimotion]

I was mean at the start. And you are clearly not in full possession of your facilities.

[pidge_out]

Hey hey hey, I'm totally in-- in full possession of my... my, uh... my shit.

[She's squinting now because Mean Alien is mean and rude.]

So shhhh.

[dothelokimotion]

[ Dryly. ]

Very convincing.

[pidge_out]

[She's going to pout now. Is that what you want? A pouting Pidgeon?]

I don't know what Lance gave me.

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki is an asshole and therefore, unaffected. ]

Gave you?

[pidge_out]

[Dammit, Loki.]

In the drinksss.

[dothelokimotion]

I assume he gave you alcohol and because you are all children, you succumbed easily.

[pidge_out]

No no no- [She waves a hand dismissively.] I mean duh it was alcohol, but I don't know what kind.

[dothelokimotion]

Obviously. What are you, five? Six? Hardly the age I'd expect you to know about drinking spirits of any kind.

[pidge_out]

Dude, whaaaaaat. I'm turning sixteen soon, okay?

[dothelokimotion]

Close enough.

[ No, Loki ]

[pidge_out]

[A squint.

And then a point of a finger.

An accusatory point.]

You're mean when you're drunk.

[dothelokimotion]

[ A pointed eyebrow. ]

And yet I'm coherent.

[pidge_out]

[Pidge blows a raspberry and waves a hand.]

You're totally not.

[dothelokimotion]

Says the six-year old.

[pidge_out]

Teeeeeeen. Sixteeeeeen.

[dothelokimotion]

I'll believe that when I see it.

[pidge_out]

[This is the part where Pidge just looks really confused.

And then just spreads her hands in a "but I'm right here" kind of gesture.]

[dothelokimotion]

You could be an unnaturally tall six year old.

A bit stunted, but still.