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[pidge_out]

Who: Pidge and YOU and YOU and YOOOOUUU
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS Bishop
When: any time between 5/12 and NOW

[The video feed comes to life and a perhaps familiar face appears within. With a clearly practised hand, the device has been set up to give anyone watching a clear shot of Pidge's face, perfectly perched on the table and completely steady as a result. Pidge is the opposite of still or steady, though; there's constant movement, fidgeting, hands wringing together in anxiety, eyes darting every which way before finally settling on the camera.]

Okay, so-- I'm back here, I guess. In the Fleet. I don't know if the rest of my team is still here, but-- You guys know who you are, so if you're still here, just let me know. [There's a slight, thoughtful frown, and then a hand reaches up to quickly adjust Pidge's glasses before starting to make vague gestures.] I'm on the Bishop again, same room and everything. That should make finding me easier.

And to, well, everybody else- [Here Pidge straightens ever so slightly, and even offers a small, awkward smile.] Uh- Hi. I'm Pidge. What'd I miss?

Comments

[the_tailor]

Fiiiiiiiiiine. I bet Lotor's totally a dick, though. But enough about that--I really did miss you.

[Have another hug, Pidge. Look, you're his little sis, okay?]

[pidge_out]

[And that earns Lance another roll of her eyes, even while he hugs her again. She'll allow so much hugging just this once.]

It was only a week and a half, Lance.

[the_tailor]

Which was a week and a half too long.

[He'll be going back to throwing wadded paper balls at you and calling you a gremlin soon, but for now, he's gonna be mushy.]

[pidge_out]

[She just lets out a little sigh, then reaches up to awkwardly pat him on the shoulder.]

...So, uh. What'd I miss?

[the_tailor]

Honestly, nothing too crazy. We're just doing a whole bunch of sports and competitions planetside, teams and everything. It's been pretty peaceful, all things considered.

[pidge_out]

[One of the quickest ways to get Pidge to wrinkle her nose in distaste: mention Sports.]

Ugh. Classic testosterone fest. Sounds great. [/sarcasm]

I'd rather stay up here and make sure everything on the ship is still configured correctly.

[the_tailor]

Aw, come on! They're fun competitions! You can see us kick ass and boo Keith when I'm racing against him! Anyway, there's a TON of stuff, I bet even you can find something you can whoop butt in.

[pidge_out]

[There's a roll of her eyes as she steps back and moves back to plop down on the bed. She'd forgotten about Keith and Lance's... Thing. Their dating Thing.] It's seriously impressive that you can be all over him one second and then turn around and boo him the next.

[So not going to remark on the idea of her joining in on this ridiculousness. Nope.]

[the_tailor]

Just because he's my boyfriend doesn't mean he still isn't my rival, duh.

[He crosses his arms.

Some things never change.]

[pidge_out]

[Pidge makes a face at that. Boyfriend. Eyuch. Relationships sound so gross.]

Whatever you say, Lance. Just seems weird to want to compete more than you want to work together.

[the_tailor]

[One day, young bird, you too will know what it feels like to fall for someone. Maybe.]

I do like working together with him! But we're on opposite teams here.

[pidge_out]

[Yuck.]

Were you assigned that way, or did you choose to be on opposing teams?

[the_tailor]

[.........Pause.]

He joined the Starstrikers, and I... uh... Look, the Waves suited me better anyway!

[pidge_out]

[This is the face you get, Lance. Just... this face.]

[the_tailor]

I mean, it's all water stuff! Come oooon.

[pidge_out]

[Eyes. Rolling.]

And Keith's team wasn't wet enough for you.

[the_tailor]

That....kind of sounds really wrong.

[pidge_out]

You would think that.

[the_tailor]

I wouldn't wanna betray your expectations.

[pidge_out]

Look, I'm just saying that you guys are a weird couple, but- [She shrugs.] Whatever works, I guess.

[the_tailor]

We're not weird. Okay, maybe a little bit, but.... Ehhhh. Don't worry, Pidgey, one day you'll find your prince or princess charming and you'll understand.

[pidge_out]

[That... actually kinda makes her shudder uncomfortably, making a face.] Actually I'd really rather not.