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driftfleet2018-11-23 08:09 pm
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Sleep is for The Weak
Who: Pidge, You, (and Lance and Keith's sleeping selves, i guess)
Broadcast: No
Action: S.S. Huntress
When: Now
[ Pidge has vanished from her usual haunts lately. She may still not be completely 100% reconciled with Lance and Keith, but that doesn't mean she's okay with the fact that they've both slipped into comas. Again. Up until now it had seemed like the entire Voltron team would always vanish or go comatose at the same time, though. And it's strange to suddenly be one of the only ones still awake.
The best way she feels she can deal with it is by at least staying near them. Guarding them until they do wake up, or something like that. And the thing that makes watching over them even more palatable is when she digs up all of Keith's markers and proceeds to draw graffiti all over their faces.
Keith gets whiskers. Emo tears. His scar gets colored in red. Angry eyebrows. Bags under his eyes.
Lance gets wrinkles. The words "Purple Paladin" on his forehead. Altean letters.
Should anyone come over to check on the two sleeping paladins, they'll find Pidge there. And they should probably intervene. Because at the moment she's running on a half hour of sleep and five cups of coffee. And is also in the middle of creating a very graphic drawing of a dick on one of Lance's cheeks. ]
Broadcast: No
Action: S.S. Huntress
When: Now
[ Pidge has vanished from her usual haunts lately. She may still not be completely 100% reconciled with Lance and Keith, but that doesn't mean she's okay with the fact that they've both slipped into comas. Again. Up until now it had seemed like the entire Voltron team would always vanish or go comatose at the same time, though. And it's strange to suddenly be one of the only ones still awake.
The best way she feels she can deal with it is by at least staying near them. Guarding them until they do wake up, or something like that. And the thing that makes watching over them even more palatable is when she digs up all of Keith's markers and proceeds to draw graffiti all over their faces.
Keith gets whiskers. Emo tears. His scar gets colored in red. Angry eyebrows. Bags under his eyes.
Lance gets wrinkles. The words "Purple Paladin" on his forehead. Altean letters.
Should anyone come over to check on the two sleeping paladins, they'll find Pidge there. And they should probably intervene. Because at the moment she's running on a half hour of sleep and five cups of coffee. And is also in the middle of creating a very graphic drawing of a dick on one of Lance's cheeks. ]
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And since he's a little too tired for a more diplomatic route, Pidge'd find herself hoisted up off the floor by the collar shortly after he walked in. Not exactly the most comfortable option for him, given the meager four inch height advantage, but the Green Paladin was light years away from being the heaviest he'd ever had to lift.]
Come on, hand 'em over. You can work on your face tagging once they're able to defend themselves again.
[He'll even hold out his other hand within Pidge's reach, to collect the
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Go away.
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She's growing increasingly worried. Silly as it is, the two usually send each other "good morning" texts, more for her benefit than anything. While she had sent out hers once she'd woken, a response never came.
No cause for worry, right? Just him sleeping in.
But the hours tick by, and there's still no response, so she sends another friendly, teasing message to Lance's communicator.
Nothing.
Starting to get a bit anxious, she finally makes her way to Lance and Keith's room, only to find the door half-open. Really worried now, Veronica pushes it open and steps inside.]
...Pidge? [Her voice is a mixture of confusion and worry. Sure, she's drawn her fair share of dicks on her brother, but it seems like Pidge has been at this for a while. And she may have temporarily forgotten that the Green Paladin prooobably won't recognize her...]
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Plus it felt a little less lonely this way.
Pidge doesn't hear when the door gets pushed the rest of the way open, too absorbed in adding ridiculous amounts of detail to the drawing on Lance's face. So when she hears someone call her name she jumps back, nearly tripping herself up on Keith's leg as she whips around to face the intruder.]
What-- [Immediately she tenses, not recognizing this face and going into high alert. She's not in a good position to move to defend her sleeping friends, but she brandishes the marker in her hand like a weapon, pointing it at the other woman.]
Who're you?! What're you doing here?
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Frankly, she's paying a bit more attention to her unconscious brother, but she obviously has a situation to de-escalate here.]
I'm Veronica. I'm Lance's sister. [Pause...] What's wrong with him? Why won't he wake up?
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Oh yeah. They haven't been talking much lately.
After another second Pidge follows Veronica's gaze to where Lance is still fast asleep. And very much graffiti'd up.]
This happens to people sometimes here. [Her voice is still a bit clipped and tight, her guard obviously still up.] They fall into comas and when they wake up, they've usually learned things about their future.
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[Veronica is temporarily deaf to everything else Pidge has said, her worried expression only increasing tenfold. She rushes to her brother's side, dropping next to him and taking his hand in both of hers.]
But...I just talked to him last night, he was fine... [She looks like she might cry.]
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There's never any warning. It just... happens. [She moves quietly out of the way, no longer sitting on the bed like she had been, but still keeping close.] It doesn't usually last very long, at least.
hope you don't mind backtagging whoops
You're saying all we can do is wait...?
[She thinks that over for a bit.]
Hand me a marker.
backtagging FOR THE WIN
This does make it a little more bearable.
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Apparently.
And experimenting with her art skills, of which Allura has no place to judge, having none herself.
She was about to comment on using her friend's as a canvas while they're out cold, but she's stopped entirely by seeing some very familiar letters. ]
...Your Altean has greatly improved, Pidge!
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Thanks, Allura. I've been practicing, but it's actually a lot harder without that scary learning program from the castleship.
[Another thing she misses. She knows that destroying the castle was necessary, but it had become home.]
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She knows that she needs to stop clinging to those so desperately, but it's difficult not to.
No need to dwell on that now, not shouldering the loss of her civilization on anyone else. She hasn't seen Pidge in quite a while and her body language alone says that something isn't right. ]
Perhaps we can practice together.
[ She moves closer to where she's scribbling on Lance. ]
May I?
[ Take a seat, that is. ]
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That'd be great, actually. If you've got time, anyway.
[She adds in that last part quickly, as an afterthought. Pidge has been operating on the assumption that her entire team has been keeping themselves pretty busy in the Fleet. At the very least Shiro and Ulaz have, and then- well, Keith and Lance do their Keith and Lance Things together, and surely between both Lotor and Haggar being around and learning a lot of awful things about her immediate future Allura's had a lot on her mind as well. Pidge would hate to pile on one more thing, no matter how stupid and inconsequential it might be.
Pushing that aside, Pidge grabs up another marker and offers it to Allura.] Here.
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Of course I do.
[ She finds that she often has too much time on her hands, especially now that she's splitting piloting duties with Lotor. Sharing a ship with him has caused Allura to be a little more reclusive in her own right, but she's trying not to let that shirk of her duties as a friend as well.
Allura takes the marker and pulls off the cap. ]
Here, try this...
[ She writes something out in quick, elegant Altean script along Lance's forearm. Then reads it aloud. ]
"Felebra sakna oont, Lance."
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"Felebra sakna oont." [She echoes the words, rolls them over in her head a few times.] Did I say that right?
What's it mean?
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Yes, very good!
[ And Pidge can trust that appraisal, as Allura is not a very lenient or merciful instructor, as her Voltron drills have likely shown. ]
It means "please wake up soon". Or rather, it's the Altean word for "waking up", "please", and "soon". Normally a request would take place at the end of a statement, but the time modifier oont shifts that word order instead.
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Like that? [She gestures to her own writing, not nearly as neat or elegant as Allura's but fairly legible all the same. Or so she hopes.]
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Allura purses her lips as she watches Pidge write. ]
Hmm...
[ It is legible, but she does reach over to where Pidge forgot a convenient circle above the main portion of the character. ]
Don't forget the accessory vowel. But you've done very well!
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Man, I can't believe I missed that.
[Despite Allura's writing being right there! How mortifying.]
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At the very least it's an inoffensive mistake--a light spelling error, rather than something that changes the meaning of the sentence.
[ Any Altean, she says as if there are an abundance around. Thoughts of the colony come to mind, a place she hopes to visit and liberate before it's too late. But dwelling on those thoughts in front of Pidge won't be helpful, so she smiles. ]
Truthfully...that you have any interest in learning Altean at all makes me happy, Pidge.
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Ducking her head slightly, Pidge lets out a little laugh.] It's a really interesting language, actually. And to be totally honest, I needed to learn to read all the castle's systems if I wanted to keep helping with the upgrades.
[Another mention of the castle, but she doesn't dwell on it too much this time. She powers right through it, grabbing Lance's other arm and writing the phrase again, this time without looking at Allura's example, determined to get it 110% right this time.] I'm better at reading it than speaking it, though. I'm not used to the glottal stops and the clicks.
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Excellent! Much improved, Pidge. You're a quick learner, as always.
[ She smiles. ]
I would be happy to assist you with that as well, if you'd like. I don't get to hear much Altean anymore.
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That'd be great! Thank you, seriously.
[Done with her writing, she digs up her comm device to snap a few quick pictures of all their handiwork. For posterity.]
You know, I've always wanted to ask... How is it possible that you guys know English?
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Hm?
[ English? ]
Is that what you call Earthling?
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Well, technically on Earth there are a lot of different languages. English is one of the most commonly spoken ones, and that's what we've been using so far.
[Though... now that she thinks about it, they've been able to understand a lot of different alien races. It doesn't make sense that they could all be speaking English... Did they get language implants at some point without her realizing??]
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[ Allura hadn't even bothered to try and get into the different dialects of Altean, but different languages entirely? ]
Humans are much more complex than they're given credit for.
[ She's learned that on her own. ]
But no, the Castle and your armor should have been translating for you. In this place? I'm not so sure.
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I'm sure there's a way to let you hear some of the different languages, especially while we're here. I bet Lance knows at least some Spanish, and even if he doesn't there must be lots of other people in the Fleet who speak different languages.
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