[ action ] - Exploring the Station

[tempredmental]

WHO: Keith, open (closed thread for Jughead)
WHERE: Around the station, possibly on the Glitter Food at some point
WHAT: Exploring, shopping, figuring things out, investigating pink aliens
WHEN: during the space station phase of the event
WARNINGS: Will add as needed?

Keith had been checking things out around the station, trying to find what things were the same and what things were different. While the actual station designation hadn't really rung a bell for him (he was surprisingly bad with names), the base structure did. Granted, there had been a lot added on over time, but he kind of recognized what was original and what was new... for the most part.

There had been a good number of changes.

Still, enough people on the station remembered Drift Fleet, surprisingly enough, and Keith found it odd to once again be recognized by strangers. He hadn't had this since the last time he'd been home, being recognized as a Voltron Paladin, and someone who had essentially saved Earth. And, honestly, it didn't feel any better than last time, either. He wasn't a fan of the attention.

But, he also didn't mind taking advantage of it. People who did recognize him as being from Drift Fleet, and those who also recognized him as a pilot of his current ship, seemed to treat him a bit differently. It seemed to get him into a few advantageous situations, and, at this point, he wasn't above leveraging that in order to get what they needed on this current mission. In fact, one stall in particular basically gifted him a blanket that had been an exact replica of one seen on the show...

Keith wasn't sure how he felt about that. It had been from their last Calibrations before breaking free of the Marsiva.

Either way, he could be found out and about, either laden with useful supplies he'd found or not, maybe he was your station "Uber" driver for the day, as he'd picked that up for some odd jobs and to earn some extra cash during their stay, or maybe he was the bouncer at the door of the club you were going to that night. He'll probably let you in...

{OOC: Will match format.}

Comments

For Jughead @serpentigena

[tempredmental]

While Keith had never really spent a lot of time with this person before, he definitely recognized him as one of the "He Rows", one of the communications people on the Glitter Food with him, actually. He might be bad with names, but he never forgot a face. He gave him a nod as they came closer to one another and made eye contact.

"Any luck?" he asked, hoping that the other person recognized him as one of the Glitter Food's pilots. Granted, his question was mostly geared towards finding the supplies and parts they needed, but, hey... if anything else happened to come up in conversation, Keith had some interesting information to share.

[serpentigena]

It's not that weird that Keith wouldn't know much about him past knowing his face and data point expertise; ever since showing up here shortly before the New Tick stuff which then became this whole mess, he's spent most of his time keeping to himself in an attempt to be that stubbornly independent about managing being here. Which, the longer he is here, the longer he realizes that may not work as well.

“Sort of. Also, that depends where you're classifying strange and weirdly talkative aliens.”

[tempredmental]

"Well, I found a few that were fans of the weird reality show I'd been trapped on before being brought to Temba. Does that count?" Keith shrugged a bit. "I definitely got some interesting information from that one, though. Information that seems to maybe have something to do with our gracious hosts who've been asking us for help."

[stitch_witch]

"Well, that is certainly a pattern..."

Because of course Lark would be around when Keith was getting the blanket. Just walking by and catching sight of it. While there wasn't exactly disapproval in her tone, there was absolutely a question there. What in the world was that thing?

It looks... abnormal.

[tempredmental]

"Yeah... it uh..." Keith shrugged. "It looks like a blanket we got back in Drift Fleet... right before we broke free of the creature controlling the Marsiva." He rubbed his hand over it. "It's kind of soft, though." He held it out to her if she wanted to see how it felt. It was fleecy feeling.

[stitch_witch]

Whatever the Marsiva is, this blanket is hardly a reward. It's... Well, she will not speak ill of it. Even if she thinks it.

But she does reach out to touch it.

"Yes, it is quite soft."

[tempredmental]

Keith wasn't exactly a fan, either. It wasn't like they'd gotten it as a reward for beating the evil entity. It was more like the evil entity trying to placate them as it put them through another round of having their pasts dredged up and shared for everyone to see... even the ugly parts.

"Yeah," he said. "It's uh... probably the only thing it's got going for it." He gave a dark chuckle. Then, he showed her the tag. "Apparently, some fans of the show made replicas of the real ones. The seller gave me this one since he recognized me." He shrugged. "Lance or Kosmo will like it... or Snow. They can fight over it." The pattern was... Well, it was something.

[stitch_witch]

"At least someone will get use of it," she decides after a minute. He seems to dislike it so it's a bit safer to agree that it is... a unique bit of fabric.

[tempredmental]

That got Keith to laugh a little.

"Yeah, at least."

He tucked it under his arm for the moment.

"How's your luck been with finding what we need?" Hopefully better than his...

[stitch_witch]

"Well, I have been doing my best to acquire funds," Lark says. "There are plenty here who will happily pay for the work of a seamstress."

Which has been quite lucrative for her.

[tempredmental]

"That's definitely helpful," Keith said. Probably better than being Space Uber, but being a bouncer at some of the local bars and clubs had been pretty decent in pay, too. "I think that's been the biggest issue," he continued, "but people who apparently recognize me," he shifted the blanket he was holding to punctuate the point, "have been surprisingly helpful with information and even, in some cases, discounts." Bartering seemed to be a bit easier, too. Keith didn't mind doing favors instead of paying. He'd learned that skill from being part of Voltron.

[stitch_witch]

"While normally I would wonder as to whether those merchants were doing right by themselves, I do recognize that are are in a situation where those discounts help. Perhaps you could work with me on some of that? I wish to get more fabric for clothing. Items I don't have to make myself."

[tempredmental]

"Yeah, sure," Keith said. "I don't mind that at all." Fame was good for something, after all, and Keith was willing to take advantage of it if it meant he could use it to help people around him. It certainly would help stretch their budget for this trip. While he hadn't been looking specifically for fabric vendors, he did remember seeing them around.

"I think I know a good spot to look." He'd drop the blanket off back on the ship later. For now, he was going to take Lark on a little tour and introduce her to the vendors that had reacted positively to his presence. A little "return" of their favor.

[stitch_witch]

"Oh that is wonderful to hear," she says with a smile. "I'd be happy to see that the first shirt is for you if you wish."

Because it's only fair.

[the_tailor]

[No matter how many years had passed and how Lance had matured from the attention seeking teenager he once was, it still didn't mute the excitement he felt from being recognized here. From being liked. He'd always been better than his husband when it came to the attention department, and had been doing what he could to turn the focus onto himself if they were both approached at the same time, wanting to alleviate some of the stress from Keith. He knew he'd always been much more of an introvert than himself.

He's grinning, looking over at the blanket that Keith had just received.]

Now that brings me back.

[tempredmental]

"Hmph." Keith shrugged. "I still think it's ugly." Even if the material did make it soft and warm, which made it useful, at least, as a blanket. He rotated it around and glamced at the tag. The original didn't have one. This said:

Replicated Memories
Own items from your favorite shows

It had some logo that looked vaguely familiar in rewards to Drift Fleet.

[the_tailor]

And I think it's cute. If you don't want it, I'll take it. Or Kosmo will.

[He hums, looking forward and peeking at the tag.]

Interesting...

[tempredmental]

Kosmo definitely will. [Though, he did hand the blanket over to Lance. He wasn't going to get rid of it. It was a useful item.]

Maybe they'll give you one, too.

[the_tailor]

I've gotten attention, but no gifts yet! What's it about you that's getting people to want to give you stuff but not me?

[He can't help but tease as per their usual, and takes the blanket, hugging it to his chest. It's soft. Definitely a keeper.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith scrunched his brow a bit, looking mildly disturbed about the attention, but shrugged.]

Just give them the puppy eyes.

[the_tailor]

Like these?

[Lance takes Keith by the chin to force him to look him directly into his face, and puts on one of his best wibbly puppy eyes. It's not an uncommon look between them. At all.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith was a bit surprised for a second, and then rolled his eyes, amused. He was too used them now.]

Yeah. Exactly like that.

[He smiled slightly.]

[the_tailor]

I've got them, like, calibrated to all of your weaknesses. I'll have to fix them in order to get more free stuff from other people.

[Lance grins, giving him a brief kiss before letting go of his face.]

[tempredmental]

You do not.

[Keith wrinkled his nose in protest.]

I can resist them.

[the_tailor]

Sure you can, honey~ Sure you can.