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[tempredmental]

WHO: Keith, OPEN
WHERE: Out and about Temba
WHAT: Doin' things
WHEN: Early July
WARNINGS: None, yet?

[Keith had kind of been keeping to himself recently. There wasn't a particular reason for it. He'd just been feeling like being a bit of a hermit. Not that Lance seemed to mind since that meant they were spending more time together in their current residence... which was something they were working on changing with some of the exploring he'd been doing. But, still... Sometimes, introverts needed to introvert, and Keith had been in that kind of mood.

Either way, he was doing more things outside again. Checking some of the buildings to see if he could find a good one for him and Lance to use for a home. Poking at the ships in the hangar again, even if they hadn't really been going much of anywhere unless someone wanted to move between the cities without using the train. Keeping up his workout and training with Kosmo.

It wasn't a whole lot, but it kept him busy, and it kept him from backsliding too much...]

Comments

Nice Ruin You See There. Be A Shame If Someone Wanted To Fix It Up For You

[plate_builder]

[Keith isn't the only one looking around at the buildings in Temba. With all the plant growth this summer, Reeve has had little option but to return to and reperform his evaluations of structural stability of different structures. The vines are getting bad, and vines can do horrible things to structures.

So he's been strolling around in the day, a notebook in his hand, Mini-C trailing after him, evaluating for new structural damage.

And he was shocked to see another person reviewing buildings with what seems like intent.]

Good morning.

Hey, if someone else wants to do all the work... >.>

[tempredmental]

[Keith hadn't been expecting anyone else to be out there, either, but sure enough. He was a little bit surprised, but he nodded all the same.]

Ah, morning.

[A beat. Keith wasn't much of a conversationalist.]

You uh... looking for a place to stay?

Not all the work, kiddo

[plate_builder]

No, I already have a home. I'm just doing evaluations of structural stability. If I don't keep track of this stuff, then it's harder to work on these things later.

Aww...

[tempredmental]

Makes sense.

[Keith let that hang for a second.]

Are you like an architect or something?

Re: Aww...

[plate_builder]

[The question earns a smile.]

Yes actually. And the 'or something'. I'm also an electrical engineer, a city planner, and many other things. But architecture is a bit of a passion of mine. I think I'm suppose to be useful to the Agrii like this.

[tempredmental]

[Keith considered that for a moment.]

Useful, huh...

[That seemed to strike a chord of some kind.]

So, you think all of us were brought here for a reason beyond just a random kidnapping?

[plate_builder]

[Does he think that? Reeve takes a moment to think. It's better to think and consider because this answer might well affect how the man sees his place here.]

I think, on some level, there was an intention of purpose. But the Agrii clearly do not have as much... forethought as they would like us to believe. Or perhaps we would like to think that they would like us to believe. But whether intention or not was in it, they brought me here, and if there is one thing I've known how to do, it's build places for people to live. Sadly it's been slow for me because, well, I cannot do it alone.

[out_of_order]

[Cal's doing some light tune-ups to the ships, more of a general check than anything else. With what little use they see, he figures it never hurts to at least make sure they're ready for any impromptu trips. The last ones were certainly sudden enough, anyway.

He can be found elbow deep in a side panel, checking lubrication and connections. His droid BD-1 is perched on a nearby crate, beaming a helpful light.]

[tempredmental]

[That was actually the main reason Keith was in the hangar. He tended to do the same with his own ship. Lack of use was known to create issues of another kind on mechanical things, and they needed a special kind of storage maintenance to make sure they'd still run properly when it came time to use them again.

Keith spotted the other person, but with them buried in the side panel, it was hard to identify them right away. Kosmo perked an ear in that direction, though, and then headed over to sniff at the droid.]

Kosmo... [Keith sighed and followed to make sure he didn't damage the little robot. It was rare the wolf acted on his own without a command, but he still did on occasion.]

[out_of_order]

[BD-1's light shifts as he senses something's approach, beeping curiously as he turns his head towards the wolf, accidentally beaming his light over at Kosmo in the process.]

Company?

[Cal extracts himself from the panel, glancing over. He's a bit surprised to see the wolf, but at least he's not sensing any hostility. Hearing Keith, he looks towards the man, a smile touching his face.]

Friend of yours?

[tempredmental]

[Keith nods to Cal now that he can see him. He knew the face, even if they hadn't talked much.]

Yeah. That's Kosmo.

[At the sound of his name, the wolf wagged his tail a little, and then went back to sniffing at the droid.]

[out_of_order]

[BD-1 at least shuts off his light, instead switching over to scan Kosmo. Cal can't help but chuckle at that. Likely the little guy's updating his database.]

Kosmo, huh?

[He grins.]

Pretty sure I haven't seen anything like him around here. He come with you?

[tempredmental]

Yeah. [Keith nodded.] I found him back home as a pup. He'd been attacked by some large bug creature thing, so I took care of him and trained him. He's pretty calm and friendly around most people. He's got a real strong intuition about things.

[Really. It was like he understood things that Earth wolves wouldn't. Then again, Keith was a little like that sometimes, too. Not necessarily when it came to people, but more like just an intuition about things in general (bad feelings, good feelings, 'oh no I'm going to get hit from behind and should dodge'...). And sensing strong sources of quintessence.]

I'm Keith. [He held out his hand.]

Spaceships!

[quark_assassin]

[As Keith wanders past the Palm Cottage, the bay doors open and a slightly damp-looking teenager stumbles out of them into the hangar proper. Dustin has gotten in the habit of making weekly trips to this ship to take care of basic personal maintenance - predominantly laundry and showers. Just because he lives in a pile of blankets in an abandoned store doesn't mean he has to smell like it, not when he has access to soap and hot water. Although, he's not terribly pleased with how the Palm Cottage's cleaning supplies are all inexplicably pine-scented; he always comes out of there feeling like a car air freshener.

Never mind that, there's someone poking around the ship. Like almost everyone else he's met, Dustin recognizes Keith instantly from his 'Dictionary' entry, though recognition does not absolve him of the boy's immediate and intense suspicion. He freezes in place at the base of the ship while the door folds closed behind him, eyes narrowed, a hand half-pulled through his hair in some vague attempt to comb it.]

What are you doing here?

[Probably minding his own business. But apparently that's Dustin's business now, too.]

[tempredmental]

[Sorry, Dustin, but Keith looked less than impressed with the image you were presenting at the moment. Next to him, a large blue wolf was also looking somewhat unimpressed.]

I came to check on the status of my ship.

[And, even though it was kind of obvious by the state this person was in...]

What are you doing here?

[Keith would toss that right back at him.]

[quark_assassin]

[That's fair enough. Dustin purses his lips in a scowl.]

Cleaning.

[Vague, but not incorrect. His eyes flicker to Kosmo the wolf once, then again before staying there. He...does not recognize what this is, which is concerning. I mean, 'blue wolf' would be an accurate descriptor, but not only is that far from sufficient for Dustin's tastes, but also he suspects that there's more to it than just a common Earth animal that's been artfully dyed blue. The creature is easily taller at the shoulder than he is, for one. It also seems entirely too observant, but that could be Dustin needlessly anthropomorphizing it. Stick to what's in front of you, he chides himself.]

Does the dog help you do status reports, or are you just taking them out for a walk while you're here?

[tempredmental]

Right.

[Cleaning. Well, considering the damp hair and all, it wasn't necessarily wrong.

Kosmo's nose twitched as he took in the scents around them. That definitely wasn't dye in his fur.]

A little of both, I guess. He's good back up in case some weird creature comes wandering into town and starts rampaging all over the place.

[It could happen... Keith had long since learned that just about anything was possible.]

[quark_assassin]

[Dustin's eyes snap away from Kosmo and lock back on Keith with intense, paranoia-fueled interest.]

Speaking from experience?

[He'd heard from Tommy that Keith is one of the few people here that's been around since the Agrii started their fun little abduction mission, and the situation described is so much less weird than the other things he's heard about this place. How could he not take it seriously?]

[tempredmental]

Weird things happen here. [Honestly, ever since finding the Blue Lion, Keith's life had gotten weird. Back home, in the Fleet, here... And finding out that his entire life had been a lot weirder than he ever expected when he found out that his mom was a space alien? Yeah. Keith was getting used to weird.

But, there were definitely some things around outside the city limits both in Temba and Sh'Ka that Keith didn't trust to stay outside the city limits.]

Better safe than sorry.

[buildingitsir]

_{[York spots a stranger looking over one of the 'buildings'. A little judgemental about it, as it looks like the one being looked over is crumbling more on the backside than the front.]}

Yeah, wouldn't fucking pick that one. Looks a bit drafty in the back unless that section's closed off.

_{[For a teenager looking guy, he looks awfully smug. Like he knows he's right about something he's only looking at from almost the same angle at the stranger.]}

[tempredmental]

[Keith side-eyed the kid for a second, and then quirked an eyebrow.]

Right. Thanks for the tip.

[His tone was a bit flat as he really wasn't in the mood to deal with someone being smug at him when they'd never even said 'hi' to each other before. He took a breath and turned, intending to move on.

The big blue wolf that had been standing with Keith, on the other hand, was a bit more curious, and remained in place with a curious tilt to his head.]

[buildingitsir]

_{[York doesn't seem perturbed by the reaction. He knows what he's good at, and architecture was part of his baseline directive. He does make a face as the human turns to head on, and that's when York actually notices the large, blue wolf with him.]}

Whoa. I didn't know wolves could be blue. Are they native for this... city? Planet?

[tempredmental]

[Keith paused and turned back at the question. He looked at Kosmo, and then shook his head.]

No. Kosmo's from back home. He's a cosmic wolf. I met him in space.

[Understanding that he was being talked about, Kosmo gave a lazy wag of his tail.]

[buildingitsir]

_{[Aside from files on the net, York's never seen an actual wolf before. He does know they're not... blue though. He doesn't move from his spot. The guy didn't seem impressed with his architectural knowledge so maybe he wouldn't like the android getting closer, either.]}

A cosmic wolf. From space. Something tells me you're not talking about the Lupus constellation and that you're uh, probably not from my earth either. Because wolves aren't in space, and definitely aren't blue.

_{[He lowers himself into a squat to look at the wolf, noting the wag of the tail. It probably wasn't a pet. Didn't make York any less envious though.]}

[tempredmental]

Have you ever been to space?

[Keith smirked a little. Because, honestly, meeting a blue cosmic wolf in outerspace wasn't exactly something he would have expected to happen to him, either, before he left Earth.

Kosmo tilted his head slightly, ears perked forward in curiosity towards the kid. Still, he didn't move from his spot at Keith's side. He was very well trained.

That didn't stop the tail from swishing back and forth. Kosmo definitely wanted to say 'hi'.]