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driftfleet2018-06-05 09:56 am
pidge_out) wrote in driftfleet2018-06-05 09:56 am
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Who: Pidge and anyone who wants to say Hi
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Action: The Voltron Lion Den on The Iskaulit OR somewhere The Bishop
When: 6/5
[Readjusting to life in the Fleet has been hard. Pidge is pretty sure that there's no real good reason for it being so much more difficult this time than it was before. Maybe because she'd been home - actually been back home - and had even stayed there a good long time... And suddenly being back here, being told she was only been gone a week, was not easy to process. Everything feels different now, everyone on her team feels different, and on top of it all... Hunk is gone. Hunk has been sent home; or at least that's what Pidge assumes.
She's not taking things very well as a result and ends up either in her room tinkering with her personal tech projects or in the engine room of the Bishop, making adjustments to the ship. Usually, anyway. Today she's doing something a little different. Today Pidge has found herself shuttling over to the Iskaulit, to the little area that her team has claimed as their own, where she curls up in one of the seats closest to the whiteboard after writing several names in one of the corners.
Hugging her knees to her chest, Pidge just stares at her own handwriting for a long time, silent and unmoving. Eventually she just has to close her eyes, duck her head, and remember how to breathe.]
Broadcast: No
Action: The Voltron Lion Den on The Iskaulit OR somewhere The Bishop
When: 6/5
[Readjusting to life in the Fleet has been hard. Pidge is pretty sure that there's no real good reason for it being so much more difficult this time than it was before. Maybe because she'd been home - actually been back home - and had even stayed there a good long time... And suddenly being back here, being told she was only been gone a week, was not easy to process. Everything feels different now, everyone on her team feels different, and on top of it all... Hunk is gone. Hunk has been sent home; or at least that's what Pidge assumes.
She's not taking things very well as a result and ends up either in her room tinkering with her personal tech projects or in the engine room of the Bishop, making adjustments to the ship. Usually, anyway. Today she's doing something a little different. Today Pidge has found herself shuttling over to the Iskaulit, to the little area that her team has claimed as their own, where she curls up in one of the seats closest to the whiteboard after writing several names in one of the corners.
Hugging her knees to her chest, Pidge just stares at her own handwriting for a long time, silent and unmoving. Eventually she just has to close her eyes, duck her head, and remember how to breathe.]
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[The single word slips from her lips purely out of lack of anything else to say. Because what else is there to say? Pidge is sure that Keith feels the loss of Hunk as keenly as the rest of them. Why wouldn't he?
Her gaze lowers slightly, just before she scoots over and pats the seat next to her; an indication for Keith to come join her. He's more than welcome to sit and mourn with her if he wants, after all.
If he takes her up on the offer, as he gets closer to the board he'll see the all the names that Pidge scrawled messily in the corner.
Hunk. Allura. Shay.]
...He more than likely got sent home. He'll be okay back home.
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[Keith felt like Hunk would be more than okay back home. It was familiar, he had his Lion, it was safe... He walked over and definitely took that offered seat, though. Looking at the board, he was quiet for a moment before he spoke again.]
Keeping count?
[His voice was soft as he said it, understanding what she was doing, but not sure how else to word an acknowledgement of it.]
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More like keeping track.
[Which is kind of the same thing, really. It's just semantics.
And then, after a moment of idly picking at a piece of lint on her sleeve--] I just don't like that they can just... pull us out and drop us back in whenever and however they want.
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[Keith stared at the writing on the board for a moment, then got up. He added the rest of their names to the list, then put a single mark next to all of them. He then added a second mark to Pidge... the number of times they'd gone back. Next to Hunk, he put a different mark, indicating the coma that coincided with their mass disappearance.]
It's weird. He didn't go back with us last time. You went on your own. And now he's gone. I don't know if he'll come back like you did or not like Shay and Allura.
[That uncertainty bothered him.]
I don't like not knowing.
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[Then she frowns, brow furrowed slightly.] If I could just manage to get a better look at the augments they implanted on us, I'm sure I'd have a better idea of what we're dealing with and what we could do to make life a little easier, but... [She waves a hand dismissively, shaking her head.]
..Whatever. There's no use thinking about stuff I can't do.
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[Keith sighed as his shoulder hitched a little in a repressed shudder. He turned and sat back down.]
I think, between that and the Marsiva... we're definitely missing something. I just can't put a finger on it.
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In this moment, it's easier to let her frustration over all that she can't control take over, block out the misery that had her curled up here in the first place.]
There has to be a control station. Close to where we first wake up, probably. I should've- When I woke up here again, I should've checked it out but I was so out of it I didn't even think of it. That was stupid of me...
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Also, I feel like we had a chance during calibrations, but... I don't know. Weird stuff happened that I wrote down, but I actually don't remember any of it. I saw panels in the walls and stuff that weren't there when I went back to investigate my own notes.
And I wrote something about this... energy. Not like when we were finding the Lions, but different. Nervous energy, like something bad was going to happen. But, I don't remember actually feeling it. I don't even remember writing the notes, but they're definitely in my handwriting.
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[And then as Keith continues, Pidge's eyebrows come together in thought. Nervous energy? No memory of feeling it?
Her eyes slide over toward Keith, curiosity clear in her eyes.] What do you mean..? Can I see these notes of yours?
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[He had copies of his notes in a few places. The room on the Huntress... with the stash of notes in the lecture hall down the corridor... and here in the Lion's Den. He got up and grabbed them, handing them over when he got back.]
I copied those from the notebook I had with me during calibrations. I kept finding that I was adding to it, but I didn't remember adding to it while we were over on the Marsiva. [The notebook was one Tyrion had given him during the raid on that asteroid belt. It was small enough that he often carried it around to take notes on things he noticed.] I have the original back on the Huntress.
[His notes had the general stuff that everyone saw and remembered. Memory things and shared dreams, the rather disturbing and violent changing of the hosts on the video screen where they all could see it... and then other things that were more specific to Keith himself (or rather, other Fleeters with pilot or communications augments).
Decorative looking glass panels that were actually console panels to access another network... files and other information on that network that couldn't be downloaded, some of which couldn't be opened and were corrupted, but notes about those that he could access... passenger manifests and statuses, ship listings and statuses, coordinates and locations of where the Fleet had been...
Then the notes about the energy. Now that he was looking at the notes specifically again, Keith remembered that it wasn't really a nervous energy so much as feeling made him nervous because he wasn't sure what it was he was feeling. His description of it sounded a little similar to the idea quintessence, but with intelligence and sentience... a sense of life, of being, of thought... like there was another presence around him all the time that he couldn't see. It was an intelligent presence, but he didn't get a sense of communication from it. It wasn't reaching out to anyone. It was just... there.
Beyond that, there were other notes that other people were seeing and experiencing things specific to their augments and not remembering them, with an extra note that they had tried to gather as much of this information as possible to put in the lecture hall information stash.
Keith also wrote in his notes that he and Mikleo were the only ones who seemed to pick up on the weird energy, and neither was really sure why.]
I don't remember writing all of that. I mean, I remember writing what you're holding in your hand, but I don't remember writing all the original notes. I remember writing about the stuff that we actually remember... the dreams, the host change, interacting with other members of the Fleet. But I don't remember writing about the panels, the files, or the energy.
[He had also apparently tried to sketch one of the panels, and created a pretty decent replication of it. Keith was a visual person, so it wasn't hard for him to duplicate something he saw by drawing it.]
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Keith has no memory of writing much of this down. How is that possible? And then of course there's that drawing, which would mean to Pidge that it's definitely a thing he saw -- No offense to Keith, but she doesn't see him as having imagination enough to have just made something like this up.]
They... Maybe they were able to wipe a portion of your memory? If they've made it impossible for us to remember the Fleet when we leave, there's no reason to assume it'd be impossible to do something after calibrations were over.
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I wouldn't be surprised, to be honest. I mean, it was a day-to-day thing, too. Like, I sketched that panel, and woke up the next morning and didn't remember drawing it. I still don't remember drawing it.
[Keith took a deep breath. He didn't like this blanked out memory thing at all.]
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Is it like, selective? Do you specifically not remember the things that you saw and wrote down here, or is it like the entire day's events are missing?
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That would suggest some way more sophisticated tech than I have access to. It's too bad you don't remember where you saw the stuff you found so I could test a hypothesis.
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All I know was that I was seeing this stuff on the Marsiva. It looks like I tried to log the locations, but it really doesn't do much good if we can't get back on the ship... let alone that section.
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[That makes Pidge frown a little, tilting her head in thought. It at least gives her a starting point, even though they can't access the place at the moment like Keith said.]
...Has anyone tried to recently?
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Yeah. A few, actually. They weren't able to get in... but they were able to see things from outside the ship. Apparently, there were windows.
[He described what Castiel had shown him as best he could.]