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[Closed] Day 8 || The Depths

Who: Keith and Lance
What: Making plans for Lance to go explore the lake.
Where: Outside the house they're staying at, next to the porch.
When: Day 8
Warnings: None, currently

It's almost noon.

Lance has been out for most of the morning, swimming around the lake, and Keith has been keeping himself busy doing things around the house. The windows are secured and so are the doors. Nails from stuff they didn't need, together with a makeshift hammer, helped, and it allowed him to fix the step on the porch that was a bit of a menace.

There are still no news from anyone, and they still don't have any answers, but keeping his head occupied with things that need doing so they can better assure their survival (in a not too terrible way) helps him not start to lose his mind.

Food is now in a pot, on the firewood stove, slowly boiling, and Keith is finishing cutting some more wood outside when he hears Lance approaching.

Good timing. He needs help, taking all this inside.

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And Lance doesn't even know exactly what he did. Part of it, sure. But the rest... he just knows Keith came back and he walked face first into one of those walls. One day he'll figure out how that happened, perhaps.

Lance looks over to the lake as Keith does, scanning it. It's like it's calling to him... which should worry him, maybe. It does a bit. If there was a Baku down there, it's not like they have anything big enough to fight it. ... He's just gonna have to trust himself to swim the other way.

Keith's assessment has him nodding. That was his thinking too - the shield will only do so much, but it's something. He huffs at Keith repeating the pointy thing back at him, mouth tugging into a lopsided grin. "Yeah. The axe isn't... it wouldn't really work well, and I'm not taking your dagger anywhere I'm not sure I can find it again if I drop it. I mean obviously I'd try not to, but... you know." Things happen. Accidents happen. He's not taking that risk, not with something that's important to Keith, not if he has another option. "But I'm pretty sure I saw an ice pick in one of the kitchen drawers, so that'd work."

Perhaps.

That thing Lance and Hunk found underwater, it could... control their mind, right? What if--...

The grin he gets back at his reply brings a sense of ease, distracting him from his (less optimistic) thoughts. He isn't exactly comfortable with this - there's just a lot going on, namely a lot of weird going on - but this is familiar in a way that makes things easier to accept. They've seen weird before, right? A Hell of a lot of weird. And they made it. Of course he still doesn't love the idea, but. He trusts Lance. If he says he can do this... He can do this.

He listens to him, and before he can really answer, Lance comes up with a solution. That's right, he had forgotten about that. Sounds pretty good to him. "Alright." He nods. "You should take the mirror, too." So he can get back to him, when he's on the island.

What if-- well... he doesn't get the same Safe And Warm sort of vibe from the lake. He can only hope it's not that.

It's true - they've seen weird. Lots of weird. But they got through it, even the seemingly impossible space magic kinds of weird. So why not this, right? They have to do something. He keeps his smile as Keith accepts his suggestion... it's nice how easy their teamwork has become. Nods at the suggestion about the mirror though. "Yeah. And I can probably even show you stuff underwater if I find anything, even if we won't be able to talk." Reduced to basic gesturing would make life a little difficult. "The water's pretty clear, so it shouldn't be too dark."

It's calling for him too, though, isn't it? But well, it's like Lance said. They have to do something. And he--... ... Well, it's better if someone stays outside, just to make sure nothing weird happens here, either.

As for showing him stuff underwater... That sounds like a good idea, too. He looks at the lake again and, finally, nods. "Okay." ... And then smirks, that teasing sort of smirk, looking back at Lance from the corner of his eyes, without facing away from the lake. "Yeah." Great idea, not talking. Since, you know. His smirk widens. "Try not to drown."

Lance, meanwhile, mostly thinks that he doesn't know how well Keith swims, and it's better to coordinate their efforts like this, so he can show Keith his findings. There's a reason not everyone goes on recon, right? He thinks so. Keith has to make sure the house is still standing when he gets back. And maybe... maybe if there really is something bad out there, something so big or bad they don't really stand a chance, then at least it's only one of them out there.

Lance nods back - all set, then. Now they just have to put away the firewood and then he can grab his stuff. But then Keith smirks and tosses him that line, and Lance gets indignant. "Excuse you, I will have you know I am mermaid certified."

... Yeah. Yeah, lets go with that. It's better for someone to keep an eye on things out here, yes. Of course, that will no longer even come into discussion when they get to explore outside the lake, because then the house will have to stay standing on its own, but that's not something that really needs to be discussed now, is it? Definitely not. As for there being something big or bad out there--... Lets not go there, either. It's easier to think that there could just as easily be something big or bad coming here while Lance is out there.

And then, well. Then comes that reply. Keith turns his head to face him properly, the smirk still wide on his face and his arms still crossed over his chest. "Oh yeah?"

Obviously if they go explore outside the lake, they uh... will have more supplies between the two of them if they both go. Yup. There. All set. And maybe let's not think about bad things trying to kill them. There's already enough of those, even if right now the list is oddly shorter than it has been lately.

You know what's a better topic than that?

Mermaids.

"Uhm, duh!" Openly gesturing. "I went to a mermaid planet and swam with them myself and everything!"

Yeah-- Yeah, definitely. That. And the list really is short, isn't it? Too short. In fact... They haven't found anything or anyone trying to kill them ever since they got here. The weather, maybe, in certain areas, and the fact that they need to scavenge for food, but that aside, it's eerily calm.

But, uh. Yeah. Sure. That's... a better topic. He guesses.

"So I've heard." The reply is easy and Keith is still smirking, though his expression is a bit hard to read. He isn't giving anything else away. So much so that he starts moving, after, picking up as many logs as he can carry on one arm off the ground.

It's definitely weirdly short. Weather, climate. The snow and the sun depending on where you go. ... Starvation? He somehow still hasn't run into any natural predators out here. So far, anyway. Thankfully.

He didn't think he could get used to war, but that's exactly what it seems he did. Another thing he doesn't really want to think about. Meanwhile here Keith is, smirking at him.

"And what's that supposed to mean? Did Hunk gossip about me behind my back..." He does that. Like he picks through people's stuff and looks at their diaries. But, well, the plan is set now and he guesses it's time to get to work, so he picks up as much firewood as he's able before they head inside.

Time in space really did change them, didn't it? In various ways.

As for the question, Keith doesn't answer, just keeping the smirk as, once he's picked everything he can, he starts making his way inside, bringing the axe with him.

Lunch should be about ready.

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