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Event Catch-All

WHO: Keith
WHERE: Planet! (or ship)
WHAT: Event catch-all! (and the flight leading up to the planet if so desired)
WHEN: during the event LOL
WARNINGS: None (will update if needed)

A - Snow Planet

[Keith didn't get to experience snow much having grown up in the American Southwest, but here he was, cold, wet, and not really all that happy. The forced trip on to the ships with no idea what was happening had been harrowing enough. Were they all going to the same place? Were they being sent home? Quite a few questions had rattled around in his brain for the duration of the flight, and the calls from a harrowed Lance had been rough. The two of them were fairly codependent at this point, and being apart wasn't easy on either of them. Still, Keith found himself trying to stay calm for Lance's sake (though, he had the fleeting suspicion that Lance was doing the same and that neither of them was showing the other how they truly were faring), and it had left him pretty tired once they landed.

Being able to find Lance again had been nothing short of a relief at this point.

They'd picked a cabin, and found their sweater (Apparently, Lance won the 'team name' debate.), and were now exploring the little village on their own. Keith went around attempting to locate others he knew to make sure they'd made the trip. The only ones he knew for certain other than Lance were his shipmates...]

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B - Robo-Claus

[After the startling wake-up call in the middle of the night with their "gifts" (Keith had been pretty ready to kill the intruder until he figured out what the heck was going on.), he could be found walking around with the Black Bayard hooked to his belt. Occasionally, when he was away from a crowd or in an open space, he could be found testing it out, making sure it was still working and he could properly form his sword.]

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C - Never Take Candy from Strangers

[Guess who'd gotten into the candy. Guess who, because of said candy, was now a kid and couldn't remember anything beyond his first year at the Garrison. Guess who was a grumpy child with anger issues and had difficulty trusting people.

Keith was maybe 14 years old at this point, his hair a bit shorter, but still fluffy and unkempt looking, and he didn't have the large scar on his right cheek. He did have a massive chip on his shoulder, hating the universe for his lot in life, and being super resentful about everything. For a young teen, Keith was extremely bitter.

Good luck...]

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[He almost did, but, without using the super strength, Keith only stumbled, barely staying on his feet. Keith didn't know it at this point, but he wasn't exactly fully human...

He did, however, managed to snag a handful of snow, crushing it into a tiny ball in his fist, and flung it as hard as he could back at Tommy as soon as he was able to turn around.]

And you're a dumb naive kid! Just go running back to Mommy and Daddy!

I'm smarter than you!

[For instance, he had been smart enough to know to move aside the second he noticed Keith get snow. It was SO fucking easy to dodge.]

You're a bad person. And a racist. And stupid. I'm... I'm going to tell someone and you're gonna be grounded and get no chocolate or candy because you're a bad boy!

[Keith clenched his jaw, his teeth showing just a bit. Had he suddenly developed fangs? It was hard to tell.]

Fine. Tell whoever. I don't care. I don't want any stupid candy anyway. Do what you want.

[Really... getting in trouble over something like this wasn't new to Keith. The world hated him anyway. He hated it right back.]

[And to think, Tommy at this age as he actually was, he'd understand Keith so well. Get him and agree with him and wouldn't bother hurting him. But the little boy as he is? He's hurting and looks about ready to flip.]

I would break your stupid face but my Mommy would get mad.

[So he just walks away. He doesn't need to care about this guy.

[That hit a really raw nerve, but Keith was running out of steam to be angry. Tommy might as well have just kicked him in the chest.

Mommy...

Part of him wanted so hard to scream, but he couldn't. It wouldn't come out. He dropped into the snow, not caring about the cold, not caring about the wet. He just... didn't care. He was alone. He'd always be alone. He hunched over with his face in his hands, just trying not to cry.

How many more times could his world just fall apart?]

[Wait, he didn't think the kid was gonna cry too. He hears Keith flop down in the snow and looks back at him. And he looks a bit lucky.]

You... could come with me. If you promise to be nice. You can share my family, if you promise to be nice because they're all super heroes. And... and I know I'm lucky because my family is here.

[It's stupid, but Tommy's a VERY nice boy.]

[Keith rubbed roughly at his face. No tears, but his eyes were glassy and red.]

They'll just send me away like everyone else. No one wants me.

[He sniffed.]

Why would they?

[Tommy thinks that's a stupid thing to say. He moves over to offer his hand.]

So long as you're not racist against mutants or jews, it'll be okay. Mom's super nice. And Auntie Lorna is SUPER cool. She can fly using metal. And Billy uses magic and he flies too. And he can make chocolate with magic. You can come have hot chocolate. And he gives the BEST hugs.

Cuz that's what everyone does. I get in trouble and they send me away. My teacher says I have discipline issues. [Really it was that Keith hadn't gotten the support he needed to grieve. His mom had never been in his life, and losing his dad left him with nothing. Sure, he had financial support from the fire department, but that didn't give him a place to live, or a family to help him grow up, or someone to help him deal with his loss. Group homes weren't great for kids who needed an outlet for strong emotions.

He clenched his fists around the bottom of his jacket.]

I don't see why anyone else would be different.

[He stared through his shaggy bangs at Tommy's hand, hesitant. One of his own loosened his grip a little. He wanted to take it...]

Take. My. Hand. Don't be stupid. Family is... it's what you find.

[He's young. And he's stupid. But he's also learned one thing. Mutants make families like they want them to be. Blood isn't always important.]

[Keith stared for a moment, still wary, still untrusting. He wanted it... he needed it... it was there. If he could just...

Keith took a deep breath and steeled his nerves. He took a chance with Shiro. He could do it again, right? He swallowed, a determined look on his face, and then reached out, standing up as he did.]

[Tommy's got a really strong grip for a boy his age, but he's happy anyway. He pulls Keith along almost immediately.]

We'll go see Billy. If adults are mean, then my big brother is right. He's like an adult but not quite yet. He's really nice. He made my cape. And there can be hot chocolate. He listens really good.

[Keith was a bit caught off guard, and he stumbled a bit, but he kept up all the same.]

H-how old is Billy?

[Keith wasn't sure about this, but he was kind of in it now.]

[Well, Tommy hasn't even tried to ask. He offers a brief shrug.]

He's big enough to pick me up and hold me. Isn't that enough?

[Big enough to be a big brother. He pulls Keith along at speed, happy to drag him where he needs to be. It will take a bit, and Tommy will chatter the whole way about how AWESOME his brother is, but at last he'll get them there, to one of the cabins. And he has to jump to get to the handle enough to open it, but then he smiles.]

Billy! I'm HooooOOOOme! Take my mittens off. The string makes it annoying!

Tommy?

[Billy peered out from where he was attempting to make some sort of meal for them that isn't just candy, looking a little surprised to find his brother had dragged along someone else, but he offered a belated smile, coming out to help Tommy with his mittens.]

That's the point of them. [He teased lightly, pausing then and looking to the other boy.] Who's your friend?

[Keith let himself get dragged along. He really had no choice in the matter at this point, and had no idea what he was getting into. When they burst through the door, Keith felt his hand finally released and he slowed to a stop just inside, hesitating going further.

Oh... That was Billy?]

Oh, hi. Uh... I'm Keith.

[Yeah, enjoy Tommy's nineteen-year-old twin brother. Tommy grins as Billy helps with the mittens. And once that's off he takes the rest of his warm weather fear off super fast and puts it on a chair before looking at Keith. See, now he knows the name.]

This is Billy. Billy, that's Keith. He bullied me and doesn't believe in super heroes and mutants and he may be racist but it's okay because he's my friend now. I'm sorry I tried to push you in the snow. Billy, can we have hot cocoa? Keith's gonna be our friend. He don't got nobody and we got ALL of the EVERYBODIES so he can stay.

[Orders from above? Maybe. Tommy might be VERY upset if they don't help Keith.]

Hey Keith.

[Billy tried to offer a welcoming sort of smile, seeing he didn't seem particularly comfortable. And then Tommy's talking a mile a minute, and Billy blinked, laughing a little at the sheer volume of information, though a few of the comments earned Keith a brief side eye. He nodded, conjuring up a few steaming mugs of cocoa with murmured words, and setting them on a low table for them.]

...Sounds like a plan. Careful, okay? It's hot. Blow on it. [That instruction was clearly more for Tommy than Keith. He trusted Keith not to burn himself.]

[Tommy's long story earned a few angry side-eyes from Keith in return. He was not those things! And he was tired of people saying he was a bad person.

But then there was a mug of hot chocolate in his hands. He hadn't even been paying attention to Billy. He carefully took hold of the offered drink.]

Thanks...

[He was quiet and withdrawn, pretty sure that Tommy's story was going to make Billy hate him, too, so he'd just bide his time until he could leave before they kicked him out.]

Told you he's magic. He's a super hero. Anyone can be a hero. Our home is just like that.

[Tommy sits down at the small table and then frowns at Keith.]

Come on, sit down. Billy's probably making food. Billy, tell Keith he's nice. I'm sure he's sorry. Keith, you can trust Billy. He fights real bad guys. Like POW! He can fly. Flying is like being tall but better. Except it's also flying. I don't like being high up, so flying is sorta scary.

Don't worry about it.

[Food, right. Billy looked back to his attempt at cooking. He was going to need to make more. He seemed at least to be able to keep up with Tommy's quick talk and rapid shift in conversation well enough.]

He seems very nice. You can sit, I'm just trying to figure out some food. Are you allergic to anything?

[Keith's interest was piqued at the idea of flying, and there was a glint of something in his dark eyes before he moved carefully over to the table. He shook his head at the allergy question.]

No. No allergies.

[He carefully tested the hot cocoa to make sure it was cool enough to drink.]

Thanks.

[Tommy, of course, isn't very good at listening. He takes a sip of his cocoa and immediately burns the tip of his tongue, putting the cup down with a sniffle.]

Mine's too hot. Keith, is your too hot? Don't hurt your tongue. That would be bad.

Blow. [Billy reminded gently, though he cooled the cup a vague gesture, fingers glowing blue.]

You anyone else here, Keith?

[Keith just watched Tommy for a moment, amused for a second, and then shook his head at him over the hot chocolate.]

Anyone else?

[He'd run into Lance earlier, but he wouldn't exactly consider that someone he "had" with him here... They hated each other...]

No. I don't.

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