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revivalproject2023-12-05 01:37 pm
ziedrich_bearer) wrote in revivalproject2023-12-05 01:37 pm
[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
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.II. Something Like Camping | Forest Near The Beach
"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.
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.III. There's No Drinks Here | 'The Deep End'
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.
"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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"...Keep looking?" he suggests instead. Link's seen the beach; it's not new to him.
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