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[sharpshooterpaladin]

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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[sharpshooterpaladin]

Yeah... [ It's definitely not quick, but Lance is very grateful he doesn't embarass himself and faceplant. He's likewise grateful he's not the only person who apparently got... put here? Transported here? Something. Lance doesn't even consider that that information might somehow be sensitive, and carries on talking, even if it's not being reciprocated much. Even when he's trying not to fall, he still gestures. ]

Same here. It's not even the same climate. Or... anything.

[ Still, he gets his head in the game at the foot of the hill, quieting down and sobering up. He's quick to scan the area again and, seeing Bucky approach the nearest cabin at an angle, does the same, but moves to circle the small building to come at it from the other side. He tries to make eye contact to check with his new companion as they split up, some minimum of coordination.

All empty, though. Dead silent. The next cabin over, on his side, is just a heap of dark wood with snow on top. So that's a bad sign for finding people. ]

[sinistral]

Same in my case. Snow shouldn't have been a possibility for another few months.

[Which is strange, enough so to mention it. Right now the sharing of information is overcoming Bucky's inclination to want to keep everything to himself, just because of how weird the situation actually is.

But at least they're able to make it down the hill without incident, which is good. What comes as a surprise is the way his companion moves in counterpoint to Bucky's own path, and it makes him wonder at his training. It's not a natural thing, to flank a building, to remain in eye contact, even to use hand signals. But it's almost like he could do all of those with only a few moments of being in each other's presence, and that's as reassuring as it is surprising.

The first cabin is empty. The second doesn't seem too good a possibility and Bucky signals to his companion before moving toward a third. Still it's the same: abandoned, or seemingly so. A twist of the knob reveals that the door isn't locked and Bucky raises a hand to wave the other man over.

He'll wait until he's within range to talk though.]

I'm in favor of going in. Cover me?

[Maybe it's technically breaking and entering, maybe not. But the entire cluster of cabins seems deserted, and they can't just stay out in the weather.]

[sharpshooterpaladin]

[ Lance opts for just shaking his head at the weirdness for now. Maybe later they'd have more chance to talk, with shelter and maybe a fire. At the moment, he's just barely keeping a lid on the question whether or not this is Earth.

Good thing there's other things to focus on.

Snow is not good for sneaking, and Lance feels a little ridiculous moving as carefully as he is with the stuff crunching underfoot, but it's still familiar, moving into unfamiliar territory like this. He doesn't even think twice about what the ease with which they cooperate here says about his companion. No, he just comes as he's gestured over and nods at the suggestion. ] I'm unarmed, but I mean, sure.

[ Only so much covering he can do if someone or something actually comes at them. But they definitely should go in. ]

[sinistral]

[Bucky glances over at his companion. Being unarmed is actually a surprise, but then he supposes that it's normal for most people. His own frame of reference is skewed, he knows that. And even though the equipment he'd woken up with is light for him, it's still probably out of the ordinary for most people.

Best then to not call too much attention to exactly how much he's carrying. Weapons tend to make people uncomfortable.]

Just watch my back.

[Bucky's pretty sure he can handle anything that might attack from inside the cabin. Fortunately though, it's empty. It's weirdly empty actually, and Bucky's pretty quick to call out to his companion.]

It's all clear!

[Looking around he'd almost swear that no one actually lives here; for all that it's furnished, something about the space just looks untouched — not necessarily abandoned, but more like it had been set up as a residence and then forgotten about.

That'll do just fine for them though, especially if they can get a fire going for warmth.]

[sharpshooterpaladin]

[ Unarmed definitely hasn't been the norm for Lance lately, either. Not that he points it out - he just nods. ] Got it.

[ He keeps his eyes peeled, but fortunately nothing seems to live here at all. When the all clear comes, Lance lets out a sigh of relief and quickly closes the door, leaning against it briefly. It doesn't occur to him to light a fire first thing, since he's lucky enough to not be super cold, so the first thing he does instead is look around the smallish space. ]

This looks... weirdly unlived in.

[ Also, on second thought. Introducing himself is a thing he should probably do. ] Oh, uh, I'm Lance, by the way.

[sinistral]

Yeah.

[It's really, really weird actually; why would an empty house be so well furnished? But it's got to be empty, considering the layer of dust on things. And the general emptiness of the other houses they'd checked. And the niggling feeling pulling at him, the one that says yes, they really are alone.

Glancing over at his companion Bucky immediately crosses to the fireplace. There's wood next to the hearth — hopefully matches too, and he casts about looking for them though interrupts the action to focus on the introduction. He'd nearly forgotten it's a thing that people do.]

Bucky.

[He sits back on his heels, looking at his companion. Now that they're out of the weather (and away from the glaring white of the landscape) the strangeness of his dress is a little clearer.]

Interesting, uh— [armor?] —outfit, that.