THE DRIFT FLEET

[This might be the only time anyone will see Pidge looking so happy. And feeling the tiniest bit social. The latter of which is really only obvious because she actually made a post to the network in order to share some of her more interesting findings with the rest of the Fleet. There are practically stars in her eyes.

This may never happen again.

Pidge is basically giggling as she positions her comm somewhere it can get a good view of her and her pile of seeming-junk, then immediately hurries back over to join her pile. From here, it's very easy to see the little green mouse droid rolling around, attempting to nudge the junk into neater piles, and what looks like a floating green caterpillar with glowing cheeks coming over to bump gently against the side of Pidge's head. She doesn't seem to mind.]

Okay! So there is a lot of really cool stuff on this planet, and I'm pretty sure I can work with it all. Check this out-

[Still beaming, she crouches down by the pile and starts picking at some of the stuff she's found. She goes through them all methodically, picking one item up and raising it for the camera to see before giving a brief explanation of what it is and what she can use it for. She does this for a while, one by one, but eventually she stops when both the mouse droid and the caterpillar start nudging into her sides.]

Fine, I'll wrap it up. Just- If anyone has a tech project in mind, just let me know. I'm basically gonna be planetside for as long as we're here, I think. There's a lot of awesome potential around here!

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... )

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] )