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Who: Lance and anyone!
What: Arriving, mostly, and trying to find people and not die.
Where: Northern Drifts and then the Lake area.
When: Early/middle of October
Warnings: None so far!

Northern Drifts:

[ What wakes him was the cold. Lance hadn't had the luck to be dropped indoors, and while his armor keeps him safe from pretty extreme temperatures, he doesn't have a helmet at the moment, so his face is getting snowed on. Snowed on. He's not used to snow! Not even a little!

After minimal time of getting his bearings, which is mostly to say, to his feet, he starts calling out for his teammates. ] What the... guys?! Keith? Hunk, Pidge, Allura? ... Anyone?

[ Resounding, snow-blanketed silence. He only briefly scans the contents of the pack, noticing his clothes and the rations, but not much else beyond that. It alarms him a little, after a moment, that it seems he's unarmed. He can't find his weapon, and the communicator on his suit's not working... but he also hasn't seen anything hostile yet. So he slings his pack over his shoulders and starts searching, picking a direction and sticking to it as much as he's able.

Once he gets to the cabins, he starts knocking on doors, and opening them when there's no answer, but nothing here really seems lived in. Periodically he still calls out a name or two, but the longer he keeps trying, the more he loses hope of anyone answering.

Eventually he slumps against a cabin wall, sighing, looking up at the sky. ] Come on...

The Great Lake:

[ The way is both longer and shorter than he expected. The climate changes so abruptly it kind of confuses him, but the snow gives way to green and then there's water. And there's people-- at least he's pretty sure he saw a someone or two on the banks of the lake, just too far away for him to recognize, or even be sure whether or not they're human.

So now he's having a field day using his jetpack to hop from tall tree to tall tree, keeping a vantage point and trying to find out where people might live around here. Of course that's not exactly a subtle approach. ]

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[He did-- He really did pass out, huh? Yeah, he knew that. And yet, it still feels... weird. He's passed out before, of course, they all have. But he doesn't remember ever passing out due to his body failing him like this. He's been sick the usual times for someone growing up, but never had something hit him, like this.

And that's where they are. Makes perfect sense, of course.]

Thanks.

[And, again, he is. Thankful that Lance brought him here, all by himself. Thankful that, apparently, he's been doing what he can to lower his temperature. Thankful that nothing bad happened while he was out and that they were both okay.

The question makes him lick his lips and grimace. He should... But just the thought makes him want to throw up.] Yeah... I'll--... [Just wet my lips.] ... Yeah.

[He doesn't move but he does open his eyes a little, trying to meet Lance's.] How... How long was I out...?

[ Yeah, well. Lance knows how to deal with sunstrokes at least. He's seen them often enough, though to be fair, people who actually grow up where he grew up are usually cautioned about it and know better. ... Not that that means there's anything more to be done besides rest and shade and water.

He just nods at the thanks. It's normal, right? What was he gonna do, leave him out there?

Lance uncaps the water bottle and hands it to Keith-- there's not a lot in there, because he totally forgot about refilling it while they were at the lake. But that means it's light, at least. ] Here... can you-? [ hold it up? Drink by yourself? Let's figure that out first. ] Go real slow, though, don't drink too much.

[ He answers the question only after he's put the bottle back down. ] I... I dunno, I don't have a watch or anything. Like an hour maybe?

[Keith did grow up in the desert, but he had never been out in the middle of nowhere in it like this. With no proper preparation and no shade, he's actually glad he eventually found the way inland.

He only moves when Lance offers him the bottle. It's effort - and quite a bit of it - but he tries to lift his torso up with the help of his elbow, his head and back complaining the most at it. Still, and in spite of the grimace, he nods at the question.] Yeah... Yeah, thanks. [He stays like that for half a minute, as if gathering strength to just go through with it. And, eventually, he does.

He only takes a small sip, mostly wetting his lips, before giving the bottle back to Lance. In spite of everything, as he does, there is a small smile on his face. Thanks. Again.

Then, he lowers himself back down - urgh, his head really isn't happy - licking his lips one more time before closing his eyes again.] An hour... [He really was out for good, huh? ... Damn.] Any... news? [From the others? From anyone?]

Whose... place is this...?

[ It's kind of worrying how long it takes him. He waits for him though, not rushing him or trying to do anything for him when he says he's got it, finally putting the bottle back down when Keith gives it back.

... Yeah, he definitely looks as if he's feeling like absolute crap.

Lance sighs at the question, shaking his head. ] Nothing so far. I didn't run into anyone on the way, haven't gone outside since.

[ Another shake of his head. ] Annnnd... I dunno. It's empty. Seems abandoned. It's not broken down anywhere or anything, but like... nothing in the bedrooms to say who if anyone lives here. So it's ours now, for as long as we need it.

[It's Keith's turn to sigh. No news. That's not necessarily bad, but still.

He frowns a bit, when Lance answers the last question. Abandoned, huh...? Are abandoned houses usually this packed? He hasn't looked into the bedrooms - two? three? - or anywhere else, but the couch is comfortable enough, there's a fireplace that he spotted earlier that looked clean, a small table (and a bigger one in the corner) and a big rug on the floor, between the sofa and the fireplace.

Keith won't be complaining, though. Shelter is nice. Mainly shelter they don't need to share with people they don't know. Which-- Odd, too, that Lance didn't run into anyone on the way.]

... Where the Hell are we...

[It's not a question to Lance as much as a spoken out-loud thought. Where the Hell is this place? What the Hell is this place, even?

But well, he needs to shake this out first. Then, hopefully, they can focus on figuring things out.]

[ To be fair, it did take them about two days to meet up. Who knew where the others were in this place? And what if they headed in a direction not the giant lake? They gotta find them somehow, he knows that too, but... they can't go running after them right now.

He sighs at the question... it's more a general thing, he guesses, but even so. ] Beats me... but you know, looking around this place? Nothing seems alien at all. Like we really are back on Earth somehow. I mean, some stuff seems old, not like, worn, but like, super retro or something? There's no computers or screens of anything here. Just... in case you ran out of stuff that doesn't make sense.

[Two days... And given the light coming in from the window, the sun is probably setting on the other side of the lake. So it really has been a while. He is tired, and his eyes just want to remain closed, the makeshift towel on his forehead warm already.

Hearing what Lance says doesn't really make him feel better or worse. Just more confused. Which, in turn, makes his head hurt... and the feeling of dread and wariness grow in his chest. It's good that he isn't alone, at least. It's good that neither of them are.

... He just hopes that the others found each other, too.

His answer comes in the form of a sigh and a slight groan, as he tries to find a new position on the sofa. Eventually, though, he speaks, too.] We'll... figure it out. [Soon. Hopefully.]

[ It's been a weird couple of days alright. He... he doesn't know what to do, and he hates it. They need to look for their friends. But where to start? How to go about it? They don't even have any communicators, no skills to build any, no... nothing. If they're stuck here for a while, he doesn't know a thing about survival. Lance frowns down into his lap for a moment, feeling lost.

But Keith speaks, and he nods, looking up at him. ] Yeah. Yeah, definitely.

[ He sits back a bit, leaning on his hands as he thinks. ] Oh, right- you mind if I go back to the lake for some more water? Just... refilling our bottles and grabbing a bucket from here or something, because this place doesn't seem to have running water, either. I didn't wanna run off in case you woke up while I was gone.

[Looking for their friends is definitely a top priority. But Lance is right, too, of course. They don't have an easy way to find them, and with those rations coming to an end... They will need to find some other way to get food and survive, until they find them. They need to find answers, too, of course. Randomly waking up in a weird place like this with a backpack that wasn't theirs to begin with is not normal at all. Had they been brought here? If so, why? By whom?

But well, all in due time. Keith did know a thing or two about survival but, for now, he needed to shake this off. After that was done, they could start by making a list and go from there. Discipline helped. His mom had taught him a lot.

The question makes him open one of his eyes. Mind? Why would he-- But then Lance answers that question too, before he has time to wonder, and Keith blinks before smiling a little, again.] Go ahead. [His voice is somewhat calm, soft, even. The lake was-- Actually, he wasn't sure. He remembered the houses being close, but--

The smile fades, some.] It's... nearby, right? [It was getting dark.]

[ Lance wants to think about it more-- about who or what brought them here, why, and how. About where the others are. But he can't... can't keep at it right now, it's frustrating and it makes his head hurt.

So it's a good thing that Keith gives him the go-ahead and smiles at him. ... He's not sure he's seen Keith smile since before he left. Either way, he's getting to his feet before the question comes, smiling back at him. ] Yeah, it's pretty close by. I just don't wanna wait until it's actually dark out there.

[ He moves out of sight-- there's a sort of cleaning closet in the kitchen, which is also the next room. And yep, true to what he remembered, there's a bucket. Once he returns into view, he snatches his pack from the corner, which is mostly empty now, sitting next to his discarded armor and bodysuit and what rations he has left, then gets to Keith's backpack. ] Lemme just grab your bottle too...

[Keith's bag is not as empty. It has all the miscellaneous things that Lance's bag should have, too, like that mirror shard and wooden circles, as well as what's left of his rations, but also his arm-protectors, his usual pants, his belt, his boots and his red jacket. His gloves should be there, too. And, of course, his dagger and his bottle of water. Most of it is gone.

He watches, now with both eyes open, as the other grabs his own bottle. And then--] ... Take the dagger. [You never know, right? For all intents and purposes, they don't know where they are. And they don't know what they can end up finding... or facing. Keith knows daggers and swords are not Lance's thing, but even without technique, one stabby weapon is better than no weapon at all.]

[ Lance still has the miscellaneous things in his bag-- only the photograph is sitting next to his armor, so the pouch and the wooden disks are joined by two waterbottles once he drops Keith's in there too.

He looks over to the couch when Keith speaks up, uncertain. ] ... You sure? [ It's a big deal to Keith, right? His Marmora blade and all that. Besides... Keith is the one in worse shape, and the door doesn't exactly lock just because he walks out. Still. A knife or no knife? He hovers there, waiting. ]

[It is a big deal. But it's also a weapon and, right now, it's the only one they got.] Yeah. [Yeah, he is sure. He isn't the one going to go out in the open. Of course that means Lance has more room to move, but it also means that he is far more exposed.

Just. Don't lose it.

And-- It's before Lance is out the door, that he calls for him.] Lance?

Okay. [ And that's all there is to it. Lance takes the dagger, weighing it in his hand as he straightens. It feels strange-- but it looks both very sharp and very sturdy, and he'll use it if he has to. The thought alone makes him swallow.

Another nod to Keith as he puts his pack in place and snatches the bucket with his off hand. ] Be right back. [ And he heads past the couch and out of the living room, except-- ]

Yeah?

[Keith follows his movement with his eyes, watching as he makes it to the door, which is when he calls for him. And, when Lance turns, Keith offers him a small smirk. It's tired, and he is obviously in pain, but it's still pretty much there and mildly teasing.]

Don't get lost.

[Hurry up. And come back in one piece.]

[ Lance isn't sure what to make of that, but it's not the kind of thing you can walk out on without replying, so... he wings it, puts one hand on his hip and smirking back. ] I dunno what you're talking about, I've never been lost in my whole life!

[ This is absolutely false, of course, but who's counting. ] You just rest easy until I get back.

[ And out he goes, beelines for the lake and then back - still hasn't run into anyone. Though he might've heard voices, so perhaps they're not actually alone, but he's not... not really interested in finding out at the moment. He'll go find people once Keith is at least well enough to come with. ]

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