[There's a new treat Hunk's made in the kitchen. He'd left from helping Pidge the evening before take apart--quite literally, thank goodness he could actually pop these things open--a strange piece of galra tech they'd taken from the last trip, and while they've had the afternoon free the next day, he knows she hasn't slept, or even left that room.
While Shiro and Coran seemed worried about this, Hunk just shrugs it off; after all, this isn't the first time Pidge has lost track of time slaving over technology. He'd already moved in a pillow and extra blankets into the room for such cases, he can only hope this poor kid at least considered a powernap. But, seeing as he hadn't seen Pidge at breakfast that morning too, he opts to go find the littlest paladin, with a few things in tow.
First, a bowl of food goo, tasting oddly of chicken soup despite the texture. Coran had gotten creative, and Hunk actually appreciated this attempt. Then, next to it, a product of Hunk's own experimentation--two small cups of different goo, one a strange brownish red, the other almost bluish; the blue one is sweet, almost like cake, but the brownish one? To him, and to his taste-tester Keith, it tasted a lot like peanut butter. But now he knows it needs to pass the expert of that category.
He lets himself back in, looking around.] Hey Pidge, you work up an appetite yet?
[As Hunk might have expected, Pidge just grunts in reply as she continues examining the wires inside the piece of tech they've salvaged. Her laptop's open and ready to be hooked up to it, though it hasn't been just yet.
Without really hearing what Hunk's just asked her, Pidge mutters, distracted.] Hold on, give me a second. I almost had it just now.
[What kind of answer is that? Hunk just sighs, figuring it means she's been at this for quite a while. He knows she's focused on... whatever she's stopped with, so he figures he'll offer his services until she breaks through. Setting the tray next to her, he kneels down.]
[Finally, she looks up from her work. After blinking at him--huh, when did he get here?--and adjusting her glasses, Pidge flashes him a grin.]
Hunk, good timing. I need a second pair of hands. [Apparently she hadn't really been paying attention until now, focused as she was on the scrap of tech.]
Hold these two wires for me while I hook this thing up to my laptop.
[Wow, she really is focused. Hunk wishes he had it in him to just pick her up and drag her away more often, but she looks so eager to finish this... Well, faster she finishes, faster she eats. He nods, fingers carefully plucking both wires from the smaller whiz.]
Pidge, after you get this hooked up though, you're gonna have to eat, okay?
[But even as he says this, he's already checking the wires, eyes following them back down to the tech to look at her handiwork. He's getting himself distracted from his mission.]
[She flaps a hand distractedly in his direction.] Yeah, sure.
It shouldn't take too long. Besides, I ate something this morning. [Her stomach chooses that exact moment to voice its complaint--loudly. Pidge pauses, her fingers hovering over the keyboard.] Okay, maybe I lost track of time a little.
[Earth. How long has it been since she and the other paladins first left in the blue lion? Nearly a year? As busy as they've all been fighting the Galra, one fight after another, after another, it feels like eons ago that she's stood on the streets of a busy, human city.
Pidge raises the plastic cup to her lips, savoring the taste of pumpkin spice latte. It's a good thing she'd equipped the lions with the cloaking device before they landed here--she doesn't think the Garrison would be too happy about seeing five of the lions in the sky after their last run in with one.
She spots Keith just a few feet away and wonders if she should approach; the odd look on his face is what makes up her mind.]
You're not visiting anyone? [Allura and Coran had given permission for everyone to visit their families--discreetly, of course. Hunk and Lance had immediately jumped on the chance, and yet... here she and Keith were. Wandering the city instead of doing the same.]
[he's caught off guard by the question as he looks over at pidge.] Uh, well. No? You remember that shack we all piled into before we even left Earth? That was my home after getting kicked out of the Garrison. I don't.... [he frowns. there's no really good way of phrasing this, so.] I don't really remember my parents? If I did then I would go visit them, but the only person I was sort of really close to is Shiro. But that was because of the Garrison.
[What about before the Garrison, Pidge wonders. Inquisitive as she is, though, she's not about to pry when Keith has a habit of keeping to himself as it is. She'd hated it when Hunk had gone snooping around in her memories and her belongings, after all.]
You never really talk about yourself. [Pidge says, after a second. It makes sense, in a way. Keith's never really missed Earth the way Hunk and Lance have. Although, now that he's brought up the Garrison, Pidge recalls a few questions she hasn't had a chance to ask before. Ever curious, she tilts her head as she studies him.]
How'd you get kicked out of the Garrison, anyway? All they would tell us is that there were some disciplinary issues.
I just haven't had a need to talk about myself? And no one's asked me anything, so? [he shrugs. he's not the type who likes to reminisce on the past. to him the past stays in the past, theres no use in bringing it up or thinking about it. unless he's asked about it.]
That's basically it. I felt the way they handled the Kerberos mission was done in poor taste. We both know that Shiro is a good pilot, he'd never purposefully do anything to botch up a mission. Especially when it involves flying a space craft into space.
Touché. I'm surprised Coran and Allura didn't try to get us all to share things about ourselves as an icebreaker, back when we were still struggling to form Voltron. Would've been easier than chaining us up together when we were eating. Technically. [Her lips twist in a wry smile.] Let's.. not mention that to them, in case they get any ideas.
[Besides, she hasn't exactly been forthcoming with information about herself either. Aside from the fact that she's a girl, of course. A gentler smile touches her lips this time.]
We might have something in common, if that's the case. You got kicked out because of the Kerberos mission, I got banned from the Garrison grounds... [She shrugs.] Neither of us really accepted the explanations they gave us.
[In a world where they're both able to send messages...probably via an IM client, let's be real, Pidge will find her work interrupted by a few messages.]
So I was thinking And don't say I'm always thinking because I already know that But I was thinking about your Bayard and what it can do and I started messing around with some designs on my computer... ...how open are you to letting me test that thing and maybe upgrade it?
[Hey, just because he's a friend doesn't mean she can't tease him to hell and back. Actually, he gets maximum amounts of sass because he's her friend.]
Very open, but you have to back up all your data first. The last time I tried to have a closer look at it, it almost fried my laptop. ヾ(｀ヘ´)ﾉﾞ
It definitely has some magic mixed in with the normal tech.
Hilarious. If you ever decide to stop being part of Voltron you should look into stand-up comedy.
[Pidge please. Don't sass at someone equally sassy.]
That wouldn't be too hard, it's what I do before I start messing with our own weapons. Plus it's me...you really think I don't have back-ups of my back-ups? [All joking aside though, he pauses.] Magic though...how do you figure? We could probably tap into that.
I guess that's true. Everything I've ever made purposefully changes. If it can change forms though that means the core itself has to be magic. Do we know what they even run on?
Something tells me it isn't AA batteries. Could be Balmera crystal fragments. The castle was dormant for thousands of years and the crystal they had from before was still working. Those things have a really long shelf life.
[pidge has been working on her laptop for quite some time, shiro muses. he's been standing, leaning against the couch, glancing over at her work of algorithms and coding for the past 5 minutes--and she hasn't even noticed.]
[any other person (lance) would use this as an opportunity to try and scare her, but shiro is--predictably--impressed.]
[this kind of thing is by no means his forte, more used to the rough work of combat and the precision of piloting, but it has always fascinated him the ease with how some people were able to handle the more science-leaning area of their trade. the holts were exceptionally good at it, in his humble opinion; when matt would open his own laptop to type away, shiro would just stare in awe.]
[pidge rolls a similar reaction out of him.]
Hey, I heard you've been keeping up really late working on your laptop. Don't exhaust yourself too much, alright?
[shiro opts to speak up, however, as he pushes away from the couch. he's fatherly, when it comes down to it--but, with pidge? there's a familiarity that he touches upon similar to how he behaves with keith, even if he's a tad more careful around her.]
[Shiro's voice reaches her, slowly trickling in past her intense focus to pull her from her mental calculations. She tilts her head back to blink at Shiro, then adjusts the glasses that have begun to slip down her nose.]
Don't worry. I'm used to working late. [As if that would be enough to reassure him, not cause more worry. Pidge rolls her shoulders and taps a finger against the laptop's screen.]
You know that cloaking device I used with my lion before? If I double the amount of time the device can run for without recharging, it could give us an edge the next time we run into the Galra. [The grin she gives Shiro is bright, as it usually is when she's tinkering with technology.] Once I figure that out, I can equip the rest of the lions with the device, too.
[ Something is falling through the air, hurtling down towards the ocean. It won't cause a tsunami, but it's big enough that the docks will be underwater. Big enough that she might not stop it, necessarily, just slow it down a lot. Kara knocks on where she sees a heat signature, hears a heartbeat. ]
[There's someone talking to her, Pidge realizes, thoughts fuzzy as if she had just woken up. But who would-- abruptly she gasps, jerking away in her pilot's seat as her eyes finally snap open.]
What...? [It takes a second for her to assess the situation, trying to stay calm even as her nerves begin to fray. She'd gotten knocked out in the wormhole, that much is clear. From the readings on her screen, this isn't good. That's when she sees Supergirl, flying beside her lion. ]
Hey! [Pidge shoves aside her incredulity for the moment. Right now, she's just ] Is there some place nearby I can land without hitting a bunch of people?
[ Maybe it has engines, or some kind of glider folded in somewhere: Kara doesn't have the time to look. She estimates the weight (Sulls, this is lighter than it feels it should be) and strains. ]
Please! [Mindful of all the innocent people she could end up hurting if she doesn't pull this off, Pidge forgoes the usual sarcasm, and simply accepts the help as it's offered.
Sorry, Green, she thinks at her lion. I'll fix you up after this.]
Come on, come on, come on! [Pidge clenches her jaw as she tries to steer the lion up and then over in the direction Kara had gestured. Kara's efforts don't go wasted; the lion slows in its descent.]
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While Shiro and Coran seemed worried about this, Hunk just shrugs it off; after all, this isn't the first time Pidge has lost track of time slaving over technology. He'd already moved in a pillow and extra blankets into the room for such cases, he can only hope this poor kid at least considered a powernap. But, seeing as he hadn't seen Pidge at breakfast that morning too, he opts to go find the littlest paladin, with a few things in tow.
First, a bowl of food goo, tasting oddly of chicken soup despite the texture. Coran had gotten creative, and Hunk actually appreciated this attempt. Then, next to it, a product of Hunk's own experimentation--two small cups of different goo, one a strange brownish red, the other almost bluish; the blue one is sweet, almost like cake, but the brownish one? To him, and to his taste-tester Keith, it tasted a lot like peanut butter. But now he knows it needs to pass the expert of that category.
He lets himself back in, looking around.] Hey Pidge, you work up an appetite yet?
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Without really hearing what Hunk's just asked her, Pidge mutters, distracted.] Hold on, give me a second. I almost had it just now.
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Need help? Maybe I can offer a second brain.
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Hunk, good timing. I need a second pair of hands. [Apparently she hadn't really been paying attention until now, focused as she was on the scrap of tech.]
Hold these two wires for me while I hook this thing up to my laptop.
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Pidge, after you get this hooked up though, you're gonna have to eat, okay?
[But even as he says this, he's already checking the wires, eyes following them back down to the tech to look at her handiwork. He's getting himself distracted from his mission.]
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It shouldn't take too long. Besides, I ate something this morning. [Her stomach chooses that exact moment to voice its complaint--loudly. Pidge pauses, her fingers hovering over the keyboard.] Okay, maybe I lost track of time a little.
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Pidge raises the plastic cup to her lips, savoring the taste of pumpkin spice latte. It's a good thing she'd equipped the lions with the cloaking device before they landed here--she doesn't think the Garrison would be too happy about seeing five of the lions in the sky after their last run in with one.
She spots Keith just a few feet away and wonders if she should approach; the odd look on his face is what makes up her mind.]
You're not visiting anyone? [Allura and Coran had given permission for everyone to visit their families--discreetly, of course. Hunk and Lance had immediately jumped on the chance, and yet... here she and Keith were. Wandering the city instead of doing the same.]
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You never really talk about yourself. [Pidge says, after a second. It makes sense, in a way. Keith's never really missed Earth the way Hunk and Lance have. Although, now that he's brought up the Garrison, Pidge recalls a few questions she hasn't had a chance to ask before. Ever curious, she tilts her head as she studies him.]
How'd you get kicked out of the Garrison, anyway? All they would tell us is that there were some disciplinary issues.
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That's basically it. I felt the way they handled the Kerberos mission was done in poor taste. We both know that Shiro is a good pilot, he'd never purposefully do anything to botch up a mission. Especially when it involves flying a space craft into space.
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[Besides, she hasn't exactly been forthcoming with information about herself either. Aside from the fact that she's a girl, of course. A gentler smile touches her lips this time.]
We might have something in common, if that's the case. You got kicked out because of the Kerberos mission, I got banned from the Garrison grounds... [She shrugs.] Neither of us really accepted the explanations they gave us.
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So I was thinking
And don't say I'm always thinking because I already know that
But I was thinking about your Bayard and what it can do and I started messing around with some designs on my computer...
...how open are you to letting me test that thing and maybe upgrade it?
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[Hey, just because he's a friend doesn't mean she can't tease him to hell and back. Actually, he gets maximum amounts of sass because he's her friend.]
Very open, but you have to back up all your data first. The last time I tried to have a closer look at it, it almost fried my laptop. ヾ(｀ヘ´)ﾉﾞ
It definitely has some magic mixed in with the normal tech.
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[Pidge please. Don't sass at someone equally sassy.]
That wouldn't be too hard, it's what I do before I start messing with our own weapons. Plus it's me...you really think I don't have back-ups of my back-ups? [All joking aside though, he pauses.] Magic though...how do you figure? We could probably tap into that.
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The bayards can change form. That's a pretty big clue right there.
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I guess that's true. Everything I've ever made purposefully changes. If it can change forms though that means the core itself has to be magic. Do we know what they even run on?
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Something tells me it isn't AA batteries. Could be Balmera crystal fragments. The castle was dormant for thousands of years and the crystal they had from before was still working. Those things have a really long shelf life.
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[any other person (lance) would use this as an opportunity to try and scare her, but shiro is--predictably--impressed.]
[this kind of thing is by no means his forte, more used to the rough work of combat and the precision of piloting, but it has always fascinated him the ease with how some people were able to handle the more science-leaning area of their trade. the holts were exceptionally good at it, in his humble opinion; when matt would open his own laptop to type away, shiro would just stare in awe.]
[pidge rolls a similar reaction out of him.]
Hey, I heard you've been keeping up really late working on your laptop. Don't exhaust yourself too much, alright?
[shiro opts to speak up, however, as he pushes away from the couch. he's fatherly, when it comes down to it--but, with pidge? there's a familiarity that he touches upon similar to how he behaves with keith, even if he's a tad more careful around her.]
--what exactly are you up to, anyway?
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Don't worry. I'm used to working late. [As if that would be enough to reassure him, not cause more worry. Pidge rolls her shoulders and taps a finger against the laptop's screen.]
You know that cloaking device I used with my lion before? If I double the amount of time the device can run for without recharging, it could give us an edge the next time we run into the Galra. [The grin she gives Shiro is bright, as it usually is when she's tinkering with technology.] Once I figure that out, I can equip the rest of the lions with the device, too.
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Hey! Can you eject?
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What...? [It takes a second for her to assess the situation, trying to stay calm even as her nerves begin to fray. She'd gotten knocked out in the wormhole, that much is clear. From the readings on her screen, this isn't good. That's when she sees Supergirl, flying beside her lion. ]
Hey! [Pidge shoves aside her incredulity for the moment. Right now, she's just ] Is there some place nearby I can land without hitting a bunch of people?
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[ She gestures out farther, to the open water. ]
I'll try to slow you down!
[ Maybe it has engines, or some kind of glider folded in somewhere: Kara doesn't have the time to look. She estimates the weight (Sulls, this is lighter than it feels it should be) and strains. ]
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Sorry, Green, she thinks at her lion. I'll fix you up after this.]
Come on, come on, come on! [Pidge clenches her jaw as she tries to steer the lion up and then over in the direction Kara had gestured. Kara's efforts don't go wasted; the lion slows in its descent.]
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Can this thing float?
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