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hadriel_logs2019-01-20 09:29 am
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[It wasn't what anyone expected to be contending with when they woke up this morning, but they're here now in the city of Hadriel and gathered in the living room of imported housing 3-1 where Keith has been making the best of things for the past month. By which we mean the place is a disaster of weapons he'd scavenged and other oddities. Cosmo trots on over to grab a large mammoth tusk between his jaws and begins chewing contentedly on the floor by the couch.
Keith would call this organized chaos, in that the place is clearly functional and that he knows where everything is, but all the same when he picks up a medieval style battle axe that he just threw on the couch, he looks vaguely sheepish.]
I uh... wasn't expecting guests. [Ever.] I'll put this away.
[He gestures towards the room closest to the balcony.]
That one's mine, but the other two are empty. Make yourselves comfortable, I guess.
Keith would call this organized chaos, in that the place is clearly functional and that he knows where everything is, but all the same when he picks up a medieval style battle axe that he just threw on the couch, he looks vaguely sheepish.]
I uh... wasn't expecting guests. [Ever.] I'll put this away.
[He gestures towards the room closest to the balcony.]
That one's mine, but the other two are empty. Make yourselves comfortable, I guess.
( maybe it had been a surprise to wake up in this place at all, and maybe it had been even more of a surprise to be greeted by fire-breathing, winged jerkfaces — but what really isn't surprising is the way keith keeps his space when he's by himself, and he has to say, he's at least a liiiiittle bit impressed with this collection of both weapons and oddities.
he doesn't ask out loud is that a tusk!? when cosmo picks it up, but you had better believe that question is clear in his expression with the way his eyes go round and wide. that's. pretty cool. and pretty large? definitely cannot be from an elephant.
maybe he'll ask about it later. maybe. ) I can tell. ( he says in a tease, because somehow it's easier than anything else, but there's a warm sort of half-smile behind it.
he'll go check out one of those rooms in a minute, content for the time being to keep looking around the living room and taking everything in. ) Sure you're not gonna mind not being all by your lonesome anymore?
( thanks for this. really. )
he doesn't ask out loud is that a tusk!? when cosmo picks it up, but you had better believe that question is clear in his expression with the way his eyes go round and wide. that's. pretty cool. and pretty large? definitely cannot be from an elephant.
maybe he'll ask about it later. maybe. ) I can tell. ( he says in a tease, because somehow it's easier than anything else, but there's a warm sort of half-smile behind it.
he'll go check out one of those rooms in a minute, content for the time being to keep looking around the living room and taking everything in. ) Sure you're not gonna mind not being all by your lonesome anymore?
( thanks for this. really. )
[ The house is a disaster, but in their current situation it still feels like a welcoming safe haven somehow. It's a disaster in a way that is unique to Keith and Cosmo, who have clearly made this place entirely their own. That's comforting, despite the fact that Shiro is used to sparsely furnished military quarters and now doesn't quite know which oddity he wants to place his eyes on first here. ]
Thanks for hosting us. After sleeping in the lions for so long, this is practically a new castle.
[ Though if he's honest with himself, it's going to be weird living in a fairly normal house again. He hasn't done that since he moved into the Garrison dorms when he started his pilot training for the very first time. ]
Thanks for hosting us. After sleeping in the lions for so long, this is practically a new castle.
[ Though if he's honest with himself, it's going to be weird living in a fairly normal house again. He hasn't done that since he moved into the Garrison dorms when he started his pilot training for the very first time. ]
[He lingers by the couch, axe still in hand, looking from Lance to Shiro in turn, half braced for some well deserved nagging about the state of the place, but when none comes, he relaxes a fraction. It'd have been enough of an adjustment going from zero to two roommates alone, but it's even harder because it's Lance and Shiro and he still hasn't worked out how to feel about seeing either of them again.
It's... it's probably going to take a while. For now though, it's at least easier to figure out how to feel about Shiro as the two of them never really had a falling out, so that's where Keith's attention goes first.]
...place isn't nearly as impressive as the castle was, but it's something.
[There's a half smile, something that's a little forced, but he appreciates the sentiment. Looking at Lance though, it's hard not to immediately wonder why the guy even wants to stay considering their last argument, but that's just it, isn't it? Lance is clearly over it; the only person still hanging onto why don't you just go is him. He swallows down the contentious response and replies in a more even toned manner.]
Where else would you go?
It's... it's probably going to take a while. For now though, it's at least easier to figure out how to feel about Shiro as the two of them never really had a falling out, so that's where Keith's attention goes first.]
...place isn't nearly as impressive as the castle was, but it's something.
[There's a half smile, something that's a little forced, but he appreciates the sentiment. Looking at Lance though, it's hard not to immediately wonder why the guy even wants to stay considering their last argument, but that's just it, isn't it? Lance is clearly over it; the only person still hanging onto why don't you just go is him. He swallows down the contentious response and replies in a more even toned manner.]
Where else would you go?
Edited 2019-01-20 22:59 (UTC)
( it is a lot to take in all at once, but if there's ever been anything good about having a flighty attention span, it's that it gives the sort of justification in letting his eyes roam that he probably wouldn't feel otherwise. ( but he also doesn't want to make keith feel self-conscious about his digs, so … hm. maybe don't look around too much. there's always time for that later. )
he can tell there's something going on with him, something that the other isn't quite up to divulging — and hoo boy, when he does — but he isn't about to start trying to pick apart the things he doesn't get right when they're trying to get settled, being welcomed into a space that had previously belonged to one person and one space wolf and now has two more bodies to take into account.
so, he shrugs, a small thing that makes him look a little bit sheepish. ) I dunno. ( i didn't think that far ahead. ) But no, uh, seriously. Thanks.
( don't make this awkward. don't make this awkward. don't make this awkward.
he looks to shiro then, nodding at the bit about sleeping in the lions. ) No kidding. Great bonding opportunity and all, but whew.
he can tell there's something going on with him, something that the other isn't quite up to divulging — and hoo boy, when he does — but he isn't about to start trying to pick apart the things he doesn't get right when they're trying to get settled, being welcomed into a space that had previously belonged to one person and one space wolf and now has two more bodies to take into account.
so, he shrugs, a small thing that makes him look a little bit sheepish. ) I dunno. ( i didn't think that far ahead. ) But no, uh, seriously. Thanks.
( don't make this awkward. don't make this awkward. don't make this awkward.
he looks to shiro then, nodding at the bit about sleeping in the lions. ) No kidding. Great bonding opportunity and all, but whew.
Edited 2019-01-21 02:42 (UTC)
Living together in one house will be a different kind of bonding, but having both own rooms and own beds is going to do wonders for comfort... is what I would like to say, but this whole town is freezing, so that detracts a couple of points.
[ Better than the implanted clone memories of escaping from Galra custody and then nearly dying on a snow planet, naturally, but there are a lot of things that are better than that.
One thing the dragons had going for them was that the Colosseum felt automatically warmer for their fire-breathing, malevolent presence in it. ]
[ Better than the implanted clone memories of escaping from Galra custody and then nearly dying on a snow planet, naturally, but there are a lot of things that are better than that.
One thing the dragons had going for them was that the Colosseum felt automatically warmer for their fire-breathing, malevolent presence in it. ]
[More bonding experiences, huh. Keith isn't going to say it because he can't say it without inviting in a xonversation he is unwilling to have, but the thought is bittersweet. While they're talking about coming together, he's already thinking of ways he can try and get the door to take them back to their home. It doesn't matter that people have tried and failed for years to do that, but that doesn't matter. He has to try.]
About that. I got a heater. It's small and it doesn't seem to do much for more than one room, but it works.
[It's just about the only electrical appliance that has worked, actually.]
You should take it, Shiro. You're the only one who doesn't have anything warmer fo wear for insulation.
[Then looking at Lance:]
No problems with that, right?
About that. I got a heater. It's small and it doesn't seem to do much for more than one room, but it works.
[It's just about the only electrical appliance that has worked, actually.]
You should take it, Shiro. You're the only one who doesn't have anything warmer fo wear for insulation.
[Then looking at Lance:]
No problems with that, right?
( in retrospect, maybe the word bonding hadn't been the right one to use right there but lance sometimes does this thing where he doesn't think before he opens his mouth and he ends up just shoving his foot in there instead, but. if no one is commenting on his choice of phrasing, he's going to just. let it go. yep.
mhm.
he diverts his attention in the meanwhile, mostly listening to what shiro is saying ( because when you're right, you're right ) but also focusing on the way cosmo is working on that mammoth tusk. that's impressive, right there.
but he does snap back to attention when he hears his name, replaying words like freezing and heater and shiro over until they come together to make a full thought, and he shakes his head in answer to the question. ) Nope, no problems. ( the smile he gives shiro is half-formed and lopsided, but genuine. ) You definitely deserve it.
mhm.
he diverts his attention in the meanwhile, mostly listening to what shiro is saying ( because when you're right, you're right ) but also focusing on the way cosmo is working on that mammoth tusk. that's impressive, right there.
but he does snap back to attention when he hears his name, replaying words like freezing and heater and shiro over until they come together to make a full thought, and he shakes his head in answer to the question. ) Nope, no problems. ( the smile he gives shiro is half-formed and lopsided, but genuine. ) You definitely deserve it.
[ His random lighthearted, and frankly nitpicky comment tosses the conversation in an unexpected direction and--- he 'deserves' the heater? Seriously? He feels like he's 80 now and maybe that is indeed how the team sees him, because his hair is white now and his disability immediately visible. What an unpleasant thought. ]
You two are aware I can just go and get myself winter wear, right? I am not permanently glued to this uniform.
[ He would love to fold his arms now but he can't, so the energy of the movement is redirected into putting his hand on his hip. ]
If we have only one heater it should be a given that we use it for the common room.
You two are aware I can just go and get myself winter wear, right? I am not permanently glued to this uniform.
[ He would love to fold his arms now but he can't, so the energy of the movement is redirected into putting his hand on his hip. ]
If we have only one heater it should be a given that we use it for the common room.
Or you can just take the heater. Lance and I will be fine in our armor.
[Shiro's getting an impatient look before Keith strides over to his room. Leaving the axe leaning against the wall, he remerges with a portable heater in his arms a moment later.]
Which room are you taking?
[Actually, there's a faster way of deciding this, isn't there.]
Lance, which room are you taking?
[Shiro's getting an impatient look before Keith strides over to his room. Leaving the axe leaning against the wall, he remerges with a portable heater in his arms a moment later.]
Which room are you taking?
[Actually, there's a faster way of deciding this, isn't there.]
Lance, which room are you taking?
Edited 2019-01-22 02:39 (UTC)
Yeah, Shiro. I mean. ( he rolls his shoulders in a shrug that's supposed to come off as lighthearted. or maybe just nonchalant? one of those things. ) You know how well these things are insulated. Or whatever. ( like he knows the full extent of how paladin armor works? these suits are ancient.
the point is, you're not getting away without this heater, mister. ) We'll be fine. ( take the dang thing.
but then he's looking over at keith again, a little bit surprised, but he ends up waving a hand dismissively. because it really isn't a big deal, so: ) Whichever one he doesn't want.
( he's trying to be respectful, but also being of zero ( 0!! ) help. whoops. )
the point is, you're not getting away without this heater, mister. ) We'll be fine. ( take the dang thing.
but then he's looking over at keith again, a little bit surprised, but he ends up waving a hand dismissively. because it really isn't a big deal, so: ) Whichever one he doesn't want.
( he's trying to be respectful, but also being of zero ( 0!! ) help. whoops. )
[ This is a matter of teamwork and principle and maybe also of not feeling like you're someone who is out of commission and has to be taken care of. Having privileges doesn't sit well with Shiro. If anything, he is the type to pull himself back and take less than others not more. Thus, he looks extremely unimpressed by the heater-related generosity. ]
I'll take the middle one, then.
[ He says it decisively and without offering explanation, but in his head he just envisions that it's a better idea to not have those two get into passive aggressive noise complaint wars. Their schedules don't really... correspond well, between Lance's beauty sleep and Keith's adjustment to military regimen. ]
And I'll look around for other heaters or better blankets and so on. We certainly all need that.
I'll take the middle one, then.
[ He says it decisively and without offering explanation, but in his head he just envisions that it's a better idea to not have those two get into passive aggressive noise complaint wars. Their schedules don't really... correspond well, between Lance's beauty sleep and Keith's adjustment to military regimen. ]
And I'll look around for other heaters or better blankets and so on. We certainly all need that.
That's settled then.
[With that Keith enters the middle room and sets the heater down. Truth be told, he was expecting Shiro to put up more of a resistance to this small bit of concern, and he's glad this is going over with mostly minimal fuss. There's just a slight pause to grimace at the gnaw marks left on Shiro's bedpost before he steps back out into the living room.]
Hope you don't mind that the bed frame's a little chewed up, Shiro. I think he got a little bored.
[Space wolf looks up from chewing on that tusk, ears flattening with a low whine.]
No, you're not in trouble, buddy.
[But that at least explains the need for those tusks??]
Maybe we should all look together. There's a lot we're gonna need. Dishes, silverware, more towels and linens.... [Probably more that he's not thinking of.] With resources low, I only grabbed what I needed from the shops around here. Place isn't really equipped to accommodate three people just yet.
["Resources were low" he says. So why is there a small collection of weapons just lying around.... Keith why are your priorities like this.]
[With that Keith enters the middle room and sets the heater down. Truth be told, he was expecting Shiro to put up more of a resistance to this small bit of concern, and he's glad this is going over with mostly minimal fuss. There's just a slight pause to grimace at the gnaw marks left on Shiro's bedpost before he steps back out into the living room.]
Hope you don't mind that the bed frame's a little chewed up, Shiro. I think he got a little bored.
[Space wolf looks up from chewing on that tusk, ears flattening with a low whine.]
No, you're not in trouble, buddy.
[But that at least explains the need for those tusks??]
Maybe we should all look together. There's a lot we're gonna need. Dishes, silverware, more towels and linens.... [Probably more that he's not thinking of.] With resources low, I only grabbed what I needed from the shops around here. Place isn't really equipped to accommodate three people just yet.
["Resources were low" he says. So why is there a small collection of weapons just lying around.... Keith why are your priorities like this.]
( shiro has always put the needs of others above his own, and lance hadn't really expected this situation to be any different; old habits die hard, as they say, and sometimes not at all when it comes to certain ones, but it wouldn't have been shiro if he didn't at least try to kick up a fuss.
not that they would have let him win, but that's a pretty moot point by now.
with the matter of both heater and accommodations settled, lance ducks into the remaining free room to take a look around, just to see what he's dealing with ( space wolf fur, for starters, but that of course is a given ) and it isn't very long before he makes his way back to the main room, folding his arms loosely over his chest. ) Really is gonna be weird, living in an actual house, isn't it? Not Garrison quarters, or the lions, or the castle … ( we don't know where he's going with this. maybe he's just thinking out loud. to himself.
because he does that sometimes.
but then he's focusing again, looking over to keith, because he's very clearly more in the know than either of his two new houseguests are. ) Where should we start looking?
not that they would have let him win, but that's a pretty moot point by now.
with the matter of both heater and accommodations settled, lance ducks into the remaining free room to take a look around, just to see what he's dealing with ( space wolf fur, for starters, but that of course is a given ) and it isn't very long before he makes his way back to the main room, folding his arms loosely over his chest. ) Really is gonna be weird, living in an actual house, isn't it? Not Garrison quarters, or the lions, or the castle … ( we don't know where he's going with this. maybe he's just thinking out loud. to himself.
because he does that sometimes.
but then he's focusing again, looking over to keith, because he's very clearly more in the know than either of his two new houseguests are. ) Where should we start looking?
[ Shiro gives Cosmo a fond look as Keith offers the room disclaimer. His comment about the matter is likewise directed at the wolf itself rather than any of the humans present: ]
I'll think of it as personalized.
[ Who could be mad at that puppy face anyway? Shiro might not be anywhere near as dog-obsessed as Iverson, but he knows a good boy when he sees one.
As far as the actual question Lance poses goes, Shiro just looks over to Keith as well. Though he's done some footwork around town earlier today, most of what he knows of now is related to the Guard and... they do not need even more weaponry. ]
I'll think of it as personalized.
[ Who could be mad at that puppy face anyway? Shiro might not be anywhere near as dog-obsessed as Iverson, but he knows a good boy when he sees one.
As far as the actual question Lance poses goes, Shiro just looks over to Keith as well. Though he's done some footwork around town earlier today, most of what he knows of now is related to the Guard and... they do not need even more weaponry. ]
There are abandoned shops around the inner city that we can take supplies from.
[A beat, then he clarifies before someone gets the wrong idea about shoplifting.]
The stuff's put there by the so-called gogs that are siphoning energy from our emotions. Last month was rough because the leeches didn't get transported with the city when the door took the whole place to our current planet. They're trickling back in now, so Hadriel's got more supplies and power than it used to. There wasn't any running water or electricity for a while.
[And for a second, he just looks... tired.]
Both of you sure picked a better time to show up than I did.
[Famous last words, Keith. Just wait until the house tries to murder you all.]
One thing about this planet though. There are alien hostiles around. I don't know what they want, but it doesn't seem like they want us here. I... uh.. [Looking down and away, clearly downplaying this whole thing, actually.] .. had a run-in with them. It would've been bad if Cosmo wasn't there with me. [A beat.] Point is, it's not safe to go around the city unarmed and when it's dark.
[A beat, then he clarifies before someone gets the wrong idea about shoplifting.]
The stuff's put there by the so-called gogs that are siphoning energy from our emotions. Last month was rough because the leeches didn't get transported with the city when the door took the whole place to our current planet. They're trickling back in now, so Hadriel's got more supplies and power than it used to. There wasn't any running water or electricity for a while.
[And for a second, he just looks... tired.]
Both of you sure picked a better time to show up than I did.
[Famous last words, Keith. Just wait until the house tries to murder you all.]
One thing about this planet though. There are alien hostiles around. I don't know what they want, but it doesn't seem like they want us here. I... uh.. [Looking down and away, clearly downplaying this whole thing, actually.] .. had a run-in with them. It would've been bad if Cosmo wasn't there with me. [A beat.] Point is, it's not safe to go around the city unarmed and when it's dark.
Edited 2019-01-24 00:07 (UTC)
A) CHAIR - early in the event
B) HEATER - some... undefined... time
- [ There have been a few cases of small household items doing things they're not meant to do in the house and initially Shiro tried to pass it off as a trick of his tired mind... but then network posts about the issue started to surface and the kitchen cabinet began slapping itself open and closed, all of which was much harder to ignore.
So Shiro's come around to some thinking and most of the thinking was centered on Keith's treasure trove of novelty weaponry. Or is that vintage weaponry? Either way, Shiro can swear he's seen one of those twitching and he's absolutely not about to let anyone be bisected in the living room.
Which is what leads to the present situation of Shiro tossing a bunch of weaponry out on the balcony in order to get a door between people and blades. This is going peachy as none of the weapons are protesting, but in turn it lulls Shiro into a false sense of security.
And an unexpected challenger arrives!!
Shiro drops a bunch of swords with a loud CLANG as a chair jumps against his back, knocking him to the ground. Trained fighter he is, Shiro manages to turn around to the chair quickly and somewhat hold it off with his arm, but uh.... this is really awkward. ]
B) HEATER - some... undefined... time
- [ And then some other morning there is a yelp coming from Shiro's bedroom. ]
Get off me!!
[ Concerned housemates coming in will find Shiro using the blanket to get some distance between himself and the portable heater that is feeling aggressively cuddly. ]
Edited 2019-01-24 00:52 (UTC)
[Keith's up with the sun as usual, quietly sitting on his bed, just gathering the mental fortitude it's going to take to deal with whatever is going to try and injure him in the house today when that yelling makes him jump.]
I'm coming in!
[That's yelled back without a second thought as he grabs the Marmora knife, ignores the menacing rattling of swords on the balcony, and barges into the room next door....
....to find Shiro huddled behind a blanket as that godforsaken heater tries to give the poor man a hug. For a second, Keith has no idea what the hell he's looking at because it's just so absurd.]
Shiro - you... [Forget it the heater's gone rogue. No more need for questions.] Don't move!
[Now excuse him as he goes and fucking tackles the heater to the ground. Good thing he's wearing paladin armor otherwise this might've left a nasty burn. As it is, the heater is very angry about this situation and making ominous rattling noises and blowing hot air that is most definitely floofing up Keith's hair.]
I'm coming in!
[That's yelled back without a second thought as he grabs the Marmora knife, ignores the menacing rattling of swords on the balcony, and barges into the room next door....
....to find Shiro huddled behind a blanket as that godforsaken heater tries to give the poor man a hug. For a second, Keith has no idea what the hell he's looking at because it's just so absurd.]
Shiro - you... [Forget it the heater's gone rogue. No more need for questions.] Don't move!
[Now excuse him as he goes and fucking tackles the heater to the ground. Good thing he's wearing paladin armor otherwise this might've left a nasty burn. As it is, the heater is very angry about this situation and making ominous rattling noises and blowing hot air that is most definitely floofing up Keith's hair.]
Edited 2019-01-24 05:05 (UTC)
( well it isn't like he's going to say anything about shoplifting — especially if it's from empty stores? that just kind of seems like … what you might expect to do in an apocalypse situation, of any of the movies he'd watched growing up have taught him anything. you take what you need and get out, leave the rest for others, that sort of thing.
everyone else is pretty much doing the same, anyway. probably. maybe.
but. here comes the infodump that he may or may not have needed when he'd first woken up ( instead of like, being barked at like he had been, but no hard feelings there, it's all good ) and it's still not enough to make too much sense of the whole situation, but little by little there are bits of light being shed on the whole of everything, and even if it sounds completely bogus, there's got to be truth to it.
this is just. a lot to take in, okay. this is so much to take in.
it takes him a second to wrap his head around any sort of thought, much less the cognitive process to put that thought into words. the wheels, they are a-turnin', but slowly. ) Gods. ( he blinks. gods as in plural, gods as in more than one, and not just the kind your parents threaten you with if you even think about misbehaving when you're small.
he breathes out a sigh. ) Well, at least we're used to aliens, right? ( he gives a half-formed half-smile, so does that make it a quarter? whatever, it's there, and he's trying. )
everyone else is pretty much doing the same, anyway. probably. maybe.
but. here comes the infodump that he may or may not have needed when he'd first woken up ( instead of like, being barked at like he had been, but no hard feelings there, it's all good ) and it's still not enough to make too much sense of the whole situation, but little by little there are bits of light being shed on the whole of everything, and even if it sounds completely bogus, there's got to be truth to it.
this is just. a lot to take in, okay. this is so much to take in.
it takes him a second to wrap his head around any sort of thought, much less the cognitive process to put that thought into words. the wheels, they are a-turnin', but slowly. ) Gods. ( he blinks. gods as in plural, gods as in more than one, and not just the kind your parents threaten you with if you even think about misbehaving when you're small.
he breathes out a sigh. ) Well, at least we're used to aliens, right? ( he gives a half-formed half-smile, so does that make it a quarter? whatever, it's there, and he's trying. )
( no one ever really thinks the inanimate objects in their living space will one day come around to a mind of their own — even if that would make for a pretty gnarly b-horror movie, he'd watch it — and as tired as shiro must be from literally everything that's been happening lately, between things back home and here, it's no surprise that he chalks it all up to an overactive, exhausted imagination.
at least until it becomes apparent that if it is an overactive, exhausted imagination, it's happening to literally everyone in the city all at once. and that can't be possible. because it just doesn't seem likely at all.
not the point. the point is that while shiro has the bright idea to move all the sharp-and-pointies out onto the balcony where they won't end up slicing someone in half ( or several uneven pieces, we don't know ) there is a very rude piece of furniture that sees fit to interrupt him, and while it might come across as something funny to watch from the start to some …
watching his hero one-arm wrestle with a chair is no real laughing matter. ) What the— hold on!
( maybe he'd been on his way to try to help move the weapons, or maybe he'd been on the verge of his own mishap — then again, when isn't that true with this one — and he leaps at the chair in the sort of comical way one might expect from a saturday morning cartoon, lance's eyes wide and his arms reaching to try to get a good hold on the thing where shiro is holding it at bay.
he just isn't expecting it to buck back against him and send him toppling back on his butt. and that butt is bony. ow.
one moment, shiro. he needs to pick himself up again, and then he'll be back at it. )
at least until it becomes apparent that if it is an overactive, exhausted imagination, it's happening to literally everyone in the city all at once. and that can't be possible. because it just doesn't seem likely at all.
not the point. the point is that while shiro has the bright idea to move all the sharp-and-pointies out onto the balcony where they won't end up slicing someone in half ( or several uneven pieces, we don't know ) there is a very rude piece of furniture that sees fit to interrupt him, and while it might come across as something funny to watch from the start to some …
watching his hero one-arm wrestle with a chair is no real laughing matter. ) What the— hold on!
( maybe he'd been on his way to try to help move the weapons, or maybe he'd been on the verge of his own mishap — then again, when isn't that true with this one — and he leaps at the chair in the sort of comical way one might expect from a saturday morning cartoon, lance's eyes wide and his arms reaching to try to get a good hold on the thing where shiro is holding it at bay.
he just isn't expecting it to buck back against him and send him toppling back on his butt. and that butt is bony. ow.
one moment, shiro. he needs to pick himself up again, and then he'll be back at it. )
( to say that the past however-long ( hours, maybe half a day, time passes weirdly in this place when you're not paying attention to it or getting attacked by suddenly sentient and hostile household appliances ) has been something would have been putting it incredibly mildly, all things considered; most of the dangerous sharp-and-pointy things are still outside on the balcony, and it's anyone's guess if they're ever going to start causing a fuss but none of them are about to go out and check, and everything else in the house is … decently quiet, for the most part, for the time being.
they're all tired down to their bones. there are bits of furniture strewn across the main room, accompanied by tufts of fluff that have no doubt come both sofa and chair cushions alike, and if one side of that sofa looks like the highest point of the arm has been stabbed through?
it's because it had been. repeatedly. and lance is pretty sure he's about to see that in his nightmares.
he's not happy about it.
enter the reason they're both taking up space in keith's room, even if it's closest to the balcony and therefore closests to all the sharp-and-pointies, and this boy right here is having a hard time settling down because he's been so keyed up for so long he's running on fumes and stale air, the last vestiges of adrenaline that will no doubt leave him feeling even more drained than a normal kind of exhaustion would, and he finally makes himself sit down at the edge of the other's bed. even if his hands can't sit still, even if he occasionally drums his fingers against the outside of a thigh, even if that thigh can't keep from bouncing like he's ingested an entire pot of coffee and is about to run a marathon.
his heart might just beat out of his chest before this is all over, but that's fine. that is a perfectly normal reaction to inanimate household objects coming alive and trying to murder you.
or just spoon you to death. which leads to forking. which —
no. bad memories. we are not making that joke again, and that is final.
he looks over at keith finally, teeth worrying the edge of his lip as his leg keeps bouncing. this boy needs a xanax or something. ) So. That. ( pause. clear throat. another pause. ) Was something.
( you think??? )
they're all tired down to their bones. there are bits of furniture strewn across the main room, accompanied by tufts of fluff that have no doubt come both sofa and chair cushions alike, and if one side of that sofa looks like the highest point of the arm has been stabbed through?
it's because it had been. repeatedly. and lance is pretty sure he's about to see that in his nightmares.
he's not happy about it.
enter the reason they're both taking up space in keith's room, even if it's closest to the balcony and therefore closests to all the sharp-and-pointies, and this boy right here is having a hard time settling down because he's been so keyed up for so long he's running on fumes and stale air, the last vestiges of adrenaline that will no doubt leave him feeling even more drained than a normal kind of exhaustion would, and he finally makes himself sit down at the edge of the other's bed. even if his hands can't sit still, even if he occasionally drums his fingers against the outside of a thigh, even if that thigh can't keep from bouncing like he's ingested an entire pot of coffee and is about to run a marathon.
his heart might just beat out of his chest before this is all over, but that's fine. that is a perfectly normal reaction to inanimate household objects coming alive and trying to murder you.
or just spoon you to death. which leads to forking. which —
no. bad memories. we are not making that joke again, and that is final.
he looks over at keith finally, teeth worrying the edge of his lip as his leg keeps bouncing. this boy needs a xanax or something. ) So. That. ( pause. clear throat. another pause. ) Was something.
( you think??? )
[There's a lot of tense, adrenaline fueled energy between the two of them that fills up the small room like a thick cloud. Unlike Lance, Keith doesn't fidget -- he leans against the wall, eyes closed and taking deep breaths. His fingers are still wrapped tight around the handle of his Marmora knife, and judging from how his knuckles are blanching white, it doesn't look like he plans on letting go of the thing any time soon.
The house is getting to him in a bad way; he needs, for his own sake, a place he can de-escalate and unwind from the stress that comes with being in Hadriel. The stress that comes with having two people he never thought he'd see again back in his life, talking to him like he really is the person they remember.
It'd been fine. It'd all been fine when he was the only person here from the world of his memories and it just didn't functionally matter if he's a clone or not, but now it's constantly rubbed into his face with every time Lance looks at him with implicit trust in his eyes.
So maybe the fucked up thing is that on some level, he's grateful for the distraction that comes with the things in this house trying to maim or kill them because it means less time to be worried about being an imposter. But that isn't it either because he really really needed not to be questioning whether he's even safe in his own room.
The couch sprouting eyes had just about been the last straw. Something needed to just stop and... okay, maybe hacking at it with the knife wasn't the best way to go about trying to get the couch unpossessed by whatever's going on, but it sure as heck is too late to stop himself from doing that.
So... now he's with Lance. And of course, it's not because either of them are frazzled.]
...Yeah. [Curt. Overly so actually. He takes a deep breath, opens his eyes and then loosens his grip on the knife just a fraction. God what if it starts acting up, too. Another deep breath as he represses the desire to just fling the knife across the room. Definitely not frazzled.]
That one was new.
[With a calm he does not actually feel, he walks over towards the bedside table and puts the blade inside a drawer.]
The house is getting to him in a bad way; he needs, for his own sake, a place he can de-escalate and unwind from the stress that comes with being in Hadriel. The stress that comes with having two people he never thought he'd see again back in his life, talking to him like he really is the person they remember.
It'd been fine. It'd all been fine when he was the only person here from the world of his memories and it just didn't functionally matter if he's a clone or not, but now it's constantly rubbed into his face with every time Lance looks at him with implicit trust in his eyes.
So maybe the fucked up thing is that on some level, he's grateful for the distraction that comes with the things in this house trying to maim or kill them because it means less time to be worried about being an imposter. But that isn't it either because he really really needed not to be questioning whether he's even safe in his own room.
The couch sprouting eyes had just about been the last straw. Something needed to just stop and... okay, maybe hacking at it with the knife wasn't the best way to go about trying to get the couch unpossessed by whatever's going on, but it sure as heck is too late to stop himself from doing that.
So... now he's with Lance. And of course, it's not because either of them are frazzled.]
...Yeah. [Curt. Overly so actually. He takes a deep breath, opens his eyes and then loosens his grip on the knife just a fraction. God what if it starts acting up, too. Another deep breath as he represses the desire to just fling the knife across the room. Definitely not frazzled.]
That one was new.
[With a calm he does not actually feel, he walks over towards the bedside table and puts the blade inside a drawer.]
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[ Shiro doesn't look at all surprised by Keith's admission of a hostile encounter. Earlier this day he's spoken to the person who healed him, after all. ]
The locals-- no, well, the people who have been here longer than us-- they don't see them as Gods in the theological way either. So really, it's also just another alien species that currently holds an immense advantage over us.
[ So... just another Tuesday, really. Remember when we were all on Earth and alien contact was a distant dream? Yeah, Shiro neither. ]
Apparently the one called Sorrow has been investigating a piece of the door, so that is who we might want to contact in order to figure out our situation quickly.
[ He's not sure if Keith already knew this, but Lance definitely didn't, so it's good to bring everyone on the same page. Though the success rates here are doubtful - there is likely nothing they can do that hasn't been tried by someone else before them. But they can't just resign themselves to their fate. The only way to go is always forward and if that means re-inventing the wheel, fine. Maybe they'll end up also inventing the Mega-Wheel 3.01 in the process. ]
The locals-- no, well, the people who have been here longer than us-- they don't see them as Gods in the theological way either. So really, it's also just another alien species that currently holds an immense advantage over us.
[ So... just another Tuesday, really. Remember when we were all on Earth and alien contact was a distant dream? Yeah, Shiro neither. ]
Apparently the one called Sorrow has been investigating a piece of the door, so that is who we might want to contact in order to figure out our situation quickly.
[ He's not sure if Keith already knew this, but Lance definitely didn't, so it's good to bring everyone on the same page. Though the success rates here are doubtful - there is likely nothing they can do that hasn't been tried by someone else before them. But they can't just resign themselves to their fate. The only way to go is always forward and if that means re-inventing the wheel, fine. Maybe they'll end up also inventing the Mega-Wheel 3.01 in the process. ]
[ Sweet freedom at last! His shoulder stings from where the heaters heated surprise attack first made contact, but in the grand scheme of things that is as good as no problems at all. Shiro gratefully lowers the blanket and is greeted with the wonderful sight of Keith's hair doing the music-video-wind-machine thing in a really odd angle, while... kind of laying on the floor. And the heater is in there somewhere. Yeah.
For a second, he can't help but simply stare. A deeply buried part of his subconscious suggests simple laying back down and leaving this for Keith to handle, but Shiro's never listened to that part before and he won't start now.
Thus, he peels himself out of bed and gives floored Keith a quick nod. ]
.... morning. Thanks for that. Think we can just look him into this room until he calms down?
For a second, he can't help but simply stare. A deeply buried part of his subconscious suggests simple laying back down and leaving this for Keith to handle, but Shiro's never listened to that part before and he won't start now.
Thus, he peels himself out of bed and gives floored Keith a quick nod. ]
.... morning. Thanks for that. Think we can just look him into this room until he calms down?
Mornin'. Why's this thing a 'he' ?
[As the heater continues to try and thrash about under Keith's weight, he pins it down under a forearm and brings the point of the knife up to the air vent.]
Stop wriggling, damn you.
[Because of course this is exactly what Shiro needed to see first thing in the morning right. Right. Good thing Keith has so much experience engaging in diplomatic negotiations with inanimate objects. The heater retaliates by raising the temperature of that hot air even further, causing Keith to scowl.]
[As the heater continues to try and thrash about under Keith's weight, he pins it down under a forearm and brings the point of the knife up to the air vent.]
Stop wriggling, damn you.
[Because of course this is exactly what Shiro needed to see first thing in the morning right. Right. Good thing Keith has so much experience engaging in diplomatic negotiations with inanimate objects. The heater retaliates by raising the temperature of that hot air even further, causing Keith to scowl.]
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