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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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Thank you! [ That's all he wanted to know. Well, not true, he has about a million more questions, but still. He sighs right after, shoulders slumping. Still, he got his answer, even if it's not an answer he likes very much. ... Plus, he doesn't really want to push it on the weird questions front right now. Any more than he already has, anyway.

Which means it's the other guy(?)'s turn now, right? ]

So, uh. Was there anything else you wanted to ask?

[There's a lot of things she wants to ask, but they're all pretty much variations on the question “what the hell?”]

Yeah, I've got a bunch, but if you have answers to them, I'd be surprised.

[She's really not expecting him to know what's going on or where they are or any of that. If he did, he wouldn't be out here jetpacking around scouting the area. And since she's frustrated with all of this, she'll turn and kick at one of the trees, leaving a sizeable dent in it from her armored boot.]

This whole thing's a bunch of crap, I don't have time to be transported to some mysterious land and just left here! The least whatever brought us here could do is show itself.

[She feels insulted by the whole thing actually. She has no idea who anyone else, but she's a Knight of Round Table, or was, so clearly it, because she's sure there's something or someone behind all this, should at least do her the courtesy of a personal introduction.]

[ That's honestly fair. He shrugs, nodding.

And then does a doubletake, because that's a lot of damage from a kick like that. He blinks at her.

Okay.

Quick reassessment, he's pretty sure whoever's in that armor can't be human, because humans can't do that that easily. Okay then. But there's more words, so clearly it's time to answer those for now. ] Y-yeah, agreed. I got places to be too. There's not even anyone living around here that I've seen. Like, some cabins at the base of the mountains where I woke up, but half of them were falling apart. This whole place is useless.

[It's fine Lance. Don't worry about it.So she can put her foot through a tree, honestly, if she does it again, she'll probably undo any intimidation the first kick caused by getting her foot stuck in said tree.]

I noticed that too. Where the hell did the people go? There's no real signs they moved and it didn't look like anything attacked those cabins either.

[ Oh, no sweat, he's used to dealing with non-humans. If she does ruin her intimidation factor completely, though, hopefully he won't get too badly hurt if he laughs at her... ]

Yeah, I'm no expert but the only thing that happened to the cabins I passed was time and decay, I'm pretty sure. If they left, at least that'd be a reason why there wasn't anything in there. But that doesn't explain the other stuff. Like the backpack.

[Not too badly, probably. Maybe a little. But he'd definitely survive.]

I don't get that either. When I woke up, I thought this was some kind of attack, like an enemy Servant or something, but who brings you somewhere weird and then gives you a backpack?

[None of this makes any sense to her.]

Yeah, exactly! Who does that? [ Only then does the entire sentence actually compute though, and Lance hurriedly gestures. ]

Wait wait wait wait, back up. Enemy... Servant? [ He's not sure how to eloquently phrase the entire question. Which means he just says, ] Huh?

If you don't know what it is, just think of it as the bad guys. It's easier that way.

[That's not an explanation, but Grail War mechanics are already confusing. An explanation from her will only add to the confusion. And her explanation's not exactly right because technically Jeanne's group would be the good guys, the other group would be the bad guys and Mordred and her Master are kind of in it for personal gain at this point. But yeah that just confuses the whole thing, so she's not going over that to a stranger.]

Just take my word for it that it's not that, all right? Because I'd know.

[There. All handled. Or at least she thinks so.]

Uuuuhhhmm... [ Well. It's probably complicated. Lance probably has no idea what it's all about? So... part of him is curious, but part of him also feels like it'll probably hurt his head trying to understand it on top of all the other weirdness that's happening. So he frowns at armor guy for a long moment...

And then relents. ]

You know what? Fair enough. [ Gestures vaguely. ] Basically it doesn't seem like it's anything either of us is familiar with.

[There is an audible sigh of relief inside her helmet. She won't admit it, but she dreads the day she says something like that and is asked to explain further. Though she's also kind of surprised that worked. But mostly relieved! Nobody wants to hear Mordred exposition, not even Mordred.]

Yeah. And I'm familiar with a lot, so that's saying something.

[This isn't a contest and she's already kind of pointed out of that she's dealt with some weird stuff what with her looking for that guy with that sounds like he should have a mugshot somewhere, but she kind of feels the need to stress that to the jetpack guy who might have a giant robot lion. Which she still doesn't buy, but you know, just in case he does.]

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