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Let it snow!

WHO: Lance and you!
WHERE: Starduck, wintery planet
WHAT: Snowy shenanigans as an adult and kid!
WHEN: January

[A - Starduck]
[Throughout the duration of the trip, Lance isn't exactly in the highest of spirits. Maybe he's overly clingy at times, but damnit, he hates being separated from his boyfriend with no way to get to him and no concrete idea of when they'll be reunited. It sucked last time and it sucks this time.

Though he's definitely not as cheery as he usually tries to be, he's. Well. Decent enough. A lot of the time, he'll be sitting about cuddling with his pet otter, visiting his cow in the cargo hold, or aimlessly pacing through the ship. Doing some working out in any space that seems open enough.

He isn't being antisocial, however, so he'll be perfectly fine with talking to anyone who approaches him.]

[B - Village]
[To be completely honest, he's pretty surprised at how beautiful and peaceful this place is. Agra 10 isn't exactly known for its gorgeous sights or comfortable living. Coming to a world such as this reminds him of how things were back on the Fleet, and he can't help the wave of nostalgia, all too bittersweet.

Lance loves the snow. Growing up in Cuba and going to school in the southwest of the United States, a cold winter wasn't something he'd really ever experienced. Once, he'd been on a vacation with his family to New York, and he'd seen snow for the first time. It was breathtaking, but he only ever saw it again in colder planets in space.

Even if he's chilled, he's having the time of his life exploring the village. Lance goes from shop to shop, picking up candies and food that seems all too familiar to him (if not quite there). There's clothing as well that resembles some from Earth, so he picks up a warm blue sweater. He fawns over the beauty of the candles. Care to join him?]

[C - Candies]
[Lance is no stranger to having strange things happen to himself as if magic. Back on the Fleet, he'd once turned into a mermaid, for quiznak's sake. And he'd turned into a child on at least one occasion if not more.

It looks as if it's repeat time now, after scarfing down a chocolate candy. A preteen Lance now is wandering about, incredibly confused as to where he is and what's going on. His clothing is too big for him, and he's got his belt tied tight around his waist to keep his jeans on, though they drag past his feet a few inches. While he's not swimming in his coat, it's definitely oversized on his smaller body.

He tries to tell himself he's not scared, but honestly, he is. The last thing he remembers is going to sleep after a cram session for his exam the next day. Was he kidnapped from his dorm? Where's Hunk? How could he even get kidnapped in the Garrison? He thought the place was safe!

Shivering, Lance holds his jacket closed further. There has to be some way to figure out what's happening.]

[D - Forever Young]

[By now, Lance has gotten somewhat settled into being a kid again. Or rather, just his normal age, as far as his mind is concerned. He's gotten a new set of clothes that fit him, he's a tiny less lost and confused, but he's still baffled as to everything going on. Maybe it's just some weird dream. Yeah. Probably.

For now he supposes that he may as well have fun. He goes through the town, trying candies, but finds himself weirdly adverse to the chocolate ones (strange, since he loves chocolate). The candles are pretty, and the snow...

Yep, he's loving the snow. Lance is delighting in making snow angels, getting in snowball fights, and building snowmen. He'd be happy to play with someone else!]

[E - Wildcard]
[Anything else! I'm willing to do whatever with Lance, adult or child, so hit me up. You can hmu at

relika if you want to plot things out.]

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[Someone here knew him? Keith was startled for a second and turned towards the voice, eyebrows creased together in confusion.

Oh... Oh, great. Him.]

Yeah. What about it?

[Yes, he had promised Shiro he would do his best to avoid more fights, but that didn't mean he had to be nice all the time.]

[Oh. Ugh. Right. Always with the attitude. Lance frowns, but tries not to outright scowl.]

You're stuck here too?

No. I'm just walking past.

[Sarcasm much? But right to business...]

Did you see who took us?

Maybe you should check your sense of direction, then.

[Huff.]

No. I don't know how I even got here.

You approached me.

[Keith glared.]

Great. Of course, you wouldn't have.

[He crossed his arms against the cold, almost hesitating a little at asking the next question, but it was really bothering him, so he finally just came out with it.]

Did they... change your clothes, too?

Look, do you have to be a butt to me right now? We've been kidnapped to god knows where, and I'm the one you're giving an attitude to?

[He's really, really not amused, Keith. Lance doesn't need your sass in a situation like this. Or ever, really.]

Yeah, looks it. I'm not wearing the same stuff I last remember wearing. I woke up in stuff that was too big on me.

Sorry I'm not exuding sunshine and rainbows.

[Keith's tone was flat and snappish. He crossed his arms. But Lance's next statement confirmed a few worries and started a few fears.]

So... they took us... and changed our clothes... while we were unconscious... [The orphan's brain was going to some very not-nice places right now. And it was starting to show through his angry mask.] We have no idea where we are or how we got here. There's weird spaceships over there, and stupid little cabins over there... [No... this was definitely bad.]

You don't think we've been abducted by aliens, do you?

[Which, honestly, was better than some of the other ideas his head was getting... like pedophiles and human traffickers.]

[In situations like this, Lance wonders why he ever wanted to be Keith's friend in the first place. Maybe he dodged a bullet getting turned down time and time again.]

Tch. ...but honestly, I'm definitely thinking aliens. It's the only real answer to this all.

[Keith huffed through his nose a bit, and then glanced at the spaceships again. They definitely weren't Garrison ships. Keith knew those types by heart. He frowned.

Abducted by aliens... for real? Like, really real?

Think, Keith. It wasn't like pedophiles and human traffickers had spaceships on Earth.

Though, alien ones might...

Well, shit. He was making himself panic again.]

Have you seen any of the other cadets?

[He might be starting to look a little worried underneath that grumpy exterior.]

No. You're the only other one I've spotted so far.

[Because, of course. Not only does Lance have to deal with being kidnapped, he has to be stuck with only Keith of all people. He sighs, though, especially after noticing that bit of worry in the other boy's face.]

Look. I know you hate me, but it's probably best we stick together until we figure out more of what's going on.

[Keith didn't look happy about the idea, but he couldn't really argue against it. It would make the most sense. They'd be easier for the Garrison to find if they stuck together, as annoying as that sounded.]

Yeah... it probably is.

[He huffed slightly and crossed his arms.]

We should see if there's some way we can reach the Garrison.

[He looked back at those ships again.]

I think those might be our best bet.

[Well, color him unsurprised at the lack of denying that Keith hates him. Whatever. He doesn't care. At all. Not one bit.]

Right, might as well check it out. Maybe there's some sort of communication device we can figure out how to use...

[It wasn't like Keith had an easy time liking people in general...

He nodded and started walking that way without another word, very single-minded here. No dawdling or fooling around. Keith was just his normal grumpy, serious self... even if there was a tinge of worried fear he was trying to cover with all that grumpiness and cold-shoulder presentation.

He tried a few doors, not finding any that opened for him using what looked like the keypad. They weren't ships he'd seen before, but he somehow understood how to use the door panels for entry. Weird. He wasn't watching Lance to see if he'd found one that opened for him, yet, figuring the other cadet would say something if he was successful.

As he made his way along, though, he felt like he was drawn to a particular ship... one that, despite never having seen them before, he, for some reason knew as the Vanquish.]

[He doesn't have to talk to Keith unless he finds anything. Fine by him. Lance isn't about to try to make conversation with a guy who hates his guts, okay? Okay. Right. Just like Hunk has said time and time again to him, he doesn't have to try to get people to like him who clearly don't care. Their loss. Keith's loss.

...less grumping about Keith, more grumping about being kidnapped. Right.

Lance takes a deep breath, checking along the ships as well. There's no luck on his end yet, and he finds himself ready to kick one of the doors.]

Stupid...dumb...kidnappers...

[Keith ignored most of Lance's grumping around, just continuing to poke at things until he was standing next to that ship in question. He frowned, wondering why he felt this pull. He was nervous to say something, quite honestly, but... He took a deep breath.]

Hey... are you noticing anything weird about any particular ship?

Oh, now you... Whatever. No. Why, do you? I'm just getting locked doors, and--

[And...he pauses, glancing around again. As if by fate, only moments after Keith says it, he starts to feel something.]

...huh.

[Keith narrowed his eyes in annoyance at Lance's original reaction, but then looked mildly confused when Lance cut himself off.]

Huh?

[Frown...]

I just... it feels like I know this ship. But, I don't know why.

[He looked back up at the panel again, and then reached for it tentatively. It reacted to his touch, sliding open the door.]

....well, damn.

[That feeling, while still there, dissipates a little under his reborn confusion.]

How did you just do that?

[Keith poked his head through the door, then glanced back at Lance.]

I just put my hand on the panel.

[Little did they know that they've already had a conversation like that...]

Come on... let's see what we can find.

[And he was heading inside without waiting.]

It must have been unlocked, then... Huh.

[Fine. Lance sighs before heading over, following Keith inside.]

[Keith didn't answer as he made his way through the ship. None of it looked familiar. If anything, it looked like a hodgepodge of parts shoved together. It didn't instill much confidence in Keith over its ability to fly, that was for sure... but it was bigger than any Garrison shuttle. It was meant for long flights in space.]

This is almost like the ship they've been working on for Shiro's upcoming mission.

[Granted, in some ways, it was worse, but, in others, it was more advanced. But the idea of having a ship equipped for an extended space mission was the same.

He poked his head through the doors and into the Bridge.]

No one's here...

[He's never seen a ship like this before. Honestly, he hasn't even seen many proper ships yet in general back at the Garrison to begin with, though.

A little pang of jealousy runs through him at the mention of Shiro because oh, of course Keith would know exactly that, but--

Lance walks past him and onto the bridge, frowning as he looks about. Empty. Fine. He goes over to the controls, examining them, trying to see if anything matches up to what he's been learning in the simulations.]

[It was so different... kind of intimidating, really, but no way in Hell was Keith going to admit that in front of Lance, so he swallowed his nervousness and wandered through the bridge as well, glancing over consoles for anything that looked like something they could use.

He ended up at the flight console.]

This is weird...

[His voice might have sounded a little shaky though he was trying not to.]

I've never seen this before, but I feel like I know what to do.

[There's something to Keith's voice, a little less angry and cocksure, and honestly, that relieves Lance. He joins him by the flight console, frowning as he looks down at it.]

It looks...familiar in a weird way. Like, I'm sure I've never seen this at the Garrison, and I wouldn't have seen any flight consoles outside of there, but something about it...

Yeah.

[Keith got into the seat at the console, his hands hovering over it for a moment before he tapped out a familiar sequence. The ship powered up, but didn't respond to any commands that might make it take off.]

It's not responding...

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