revivalproject | [Open] A Glitter Pilot

WHO: Gladiolus Amicitia, Open
WHERE: The Glitter Food
WHAT: Exploration of the new ships
WHEN: December 4th to 11th
WARNINGS: N/A

I. A New Bridge | The Bridge

The space is a lot more expansive than what he'd known before, and Gladio smiles as he takes a stroll around the bridge. His fingers brush over display panels, run over seats, glide on slick metal.

"Nice," he says to himself as he sits down in one of the pilot chairs, stretching himself out like he owns the place. In a way he supposes he does, for now. Him and Keith, pilots together. Seems a good choice given how often they'd fought together while traveling, hunting, or just spent time together otherwise.

For now, though, he heard a noise indicating someone at the door to the bridge. Maybe they were with one of the datapoints that allowed access and the door would slide open to Gladio sitting there, grinning to himself. Or perhaps he gets the chance to go full on sci-fi TV show and press a key on the arm even as he says 'Enter'.

Listen, he wasn't a nerd in quite the way Noctis or Prompto were, but he was really enjoying this.

II. Something Like Camping | Forest Near The Beach

Does he have his own room here? Yes. Is Gladio likely to use it when he's going to stay with Noctis? No. Really, it just seems right when working with that knowledge to strip the bedding from the bed in the room he isn't going to use and head right into the forested area.

Not an hour later there he is, under a rope and cloth tent, stretched out on his back, book in hand, reading.

If he's going to be stuck here, he's going to catch up on what meager offering of books he can get. How strange he must look is of no concern to him, of course. This was just what he wanted to be doing.

III. There's No Drinks Here | 'The Deep End'

"What the hell?"

Gladio has been searching the place for fifteen minutes. This is clearly Cayde's bar, meant to be. But what is there? Nothing. Not even a red fruit drink dispenser.

"We're trapped on here for however long because the music makes it hard to leave, and there's not even any drinks?"

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"Not quite like this," Gladio says, clearly reading the meaning there. "They were large wooden ships, with big propellers. And open to the air. Rode one on Eorzea. Pretty cool concept."

And also seemed physically impossible.

Link hums softly, impressed. That is cool. Link already wants to ride one.

He'll have to settle for just listening to the book, when Gladio gets around to it.

"Not as big?" he adds.

"A lot smaller," Gladio says as he nods along at the question. "There was space for the engines, for the people riding it, maybe some cabins. But nothing near as big as this. It was a choppy ride actually."

And he wasn't really as impressed by that (though he was impressed) as he was by this. This place had its own biome!

"This is big," Link agrees. "Like a Divine Beast."

Or maybe even bigger. But the massive mechanical beasts were the only thing of enough scale that Link could possibly compare them too.

AH, he thought he remembered some memories of that.

"Did your Divine Beasts end up big enough to farm in."

Link thinks about this a moment. Pictures the space insides the Divine Beasts, the size of the farms he'd seen around Hateno. Would they fit?

"...Maybe small farms," he says.

"Well, the greenhouses here are smaller, so that makes sense," Gladio says. So maybe LInk isn't wrong. But they feel so massive once you're inside. "I never thought I could see something like this, you know? It's... breathtaking. But the Eorzean vessels were smaller."

And clearly had a pirate history or mythos about them.

Link hums in agreement. This place is big, and impressive. He hasn’t seen anything like it.

And he still wants to see more.

“…Want to go look?” He asks after a moment. Even though Gladio has a book. But maybe he’d like to explore with Link?

Yeah. Yeah he thinks he does. Gladio smiles and puts the book back under the safety of the improvised tent. Then he crawls out.

"Sounds like fun. What have you seen so far?"

"The greenhouse. The beach. The diner." Because of course Link was drawn to the place where the food was, before anything else.

In fact, it's mainly this open area that he's explored at all. The ship part of the ship, though, he hasn't gotten to yet at all.

Yeah, Gladio's checked those out too. So of cou-

Wait.

"Beach?" he says, shocked. No, he didn't expect that. "Would you show me?"

Link looks faintly surprised, that Gladio hasn't seen it already - but then he nods, solemn, before turning on his heel and walking off in the direction of the beach.

It won't take too long, because the beach is found at the end of the forest. Complete with bonfire and purple sand.

Link gestures towards it. See? Behold, the beach.

Huh, that really wasn't that far was it? It looks nice though.

"Wonder why they thought this was so important to include? Not that I don't like it. It's a delight I think."

Link shrugs. How the Agrii think is, for the most part, a complete mystery to him. The only thing he does know is that they really, really like peanut butter.

"But no fish," he points out. This Link had already discovered earlier, after hurling himself into the water to look. "Or crabs."

Which meant there wasn't much they could roast on that bonfire, unfortunately.

Does anyone even know how the Agrii think and feel?

"No fish? Damn. That's going to make Noct a bit disappointed," Gladio notes. Though if it's a swimming area, perhaps it's better not to have hooks and lures around. They'll have to adapt.

"Maybe we can bring some crabs on? Space crab sounds tasty."

"All crabs are tasty," Link says. The wise words of a young man with a bottomless pit in place of a stomach.

But he's already mentally making a note, adding the task to his list. Get crabs, bring them on the ship. He can do that.

Yeah, that's fair. Gladio has to agree with that part.

"Wonder what the crabs eat."

God they are going to infest this ship and make it dangerous aren't they?

Link pauses. Thinks about the question - what do crabs eat? But then he realises he has absolutely no idea, and shrugs.

They might need to figure that out, before they go and bring a bunch of them on board. Fortunately, Link knows where to go for answers.

"Zelda will know."

Honestly, Gladio doesn't know either. They're up a creek together there.

"Then you should ask her. I'll see if the dictionary on the devices has any more information, but it rarely does."

Link nodded. Yes, he'd ask her. But later - she was busy with her own experiments and explorations right now, he knew.

"...Keep looking?" he suggests instead. Link's seen the beach; it's not new to him.

"Yeah," he agrees. "I think we should. I think I'm going to hit the outside edge of this place."

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