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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
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.]
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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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.]