[ 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.}

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[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.

[tempredmental]

"I mean, if you want to," he said. Keith shrugged a little. Granted, he probably could use a new shirt at this point. It had been a while. "I don't want to get in the way of paying customers."

He gestured for Lark to come with him. He had some time. Plus, he was kind of hungry, so he was thinking of checking out of the food places that was on the way.

[stitch_witch]

"I will make things for you after we leave here," she points out. There won't be paying customers then. She is content to follow him for now.

[tempredmental]

Keith nodded at that.

"Alright." He felt better about it then.

It was a bit of a walk on a station this size, but not far enough to summon one of the Space Uber shuttles. And Keith had a feeling Lark didn't mind walking anyway. And, at the small starbucks cafe on the way, Keith offered to get Lark something to eat as well if she wanted anything.

[stitch_witch]

Lark was most decidedly partial to walking. When they stop at the cafe she happily accepts a cup of tea and nothing more, as she did like a nice warm beverage from time to time.

[tempredmental]

Warm beverages were good and often very comforting. Keith had stuck to water, though, for the time being, and a small snack that he could finish before they reached the first stall. There was a grouping of them, almost like a garment district of some kind, with fabric supplies, findings, and various other things for designing one's own clothes. For the most part, the shops didn't seem to notice them until they were about six stalls in.

"Mr Keith! You've come back!"

"Yeah, I wanted to show my shipmate this place," he said. "She's a seamstress and has been trying to find some good sources for what she needs."

The shopkeeper looked thrilled that he'd been recommended to someone by a celebrity. "Come in! Come in! Take a look!"

Keith gave Lark a quick glance, glad that he could use his notoriety to help someone out, and then indicated for her to go first.

[stitch_witch]

"Oh my, they do recognize you," Lark says, her voice in a low whisper as she touches his arm. A silent gesture of appreciation before she sweeps gracefully into the shop.

[tempredmental]

That got a small smirk in response. Hey, if he was going to have to suffer with being mildly famous (he honestly did hate it), the least he could do is use his influence to help people out, right? Worth it.

He followed her in, mostly hanging back and observing, as fabric and all that wasn't really his area of expertise.

[stitch_witch]

"Oh my," She says, her hands sliding over a length of silk. "This is rare to find back home."

[tempredmental]

"Is that a good one?" Keith peered over her shoulder, kind of curious. If needed, he could take a good look at it and remember it for another time if they ever got this chance again if she ever needed it again.

[stitch_witch]

"It is a wonderful material. And this bolt is very well made. I can feel it. It wants to be made into something beautiful to compliment it."

[tempredmental]

Keith raised an eyebrow.

"Feel it... like... it's soft or something?" Or did this go way deeper? She did say that the fabric actually wanted something.

[stitch_witch]

"Soft, breathable, and strong," Lark says. "But it's also vain. Not many fibers are, and when they are, they tend to be from animals, such as silk is."

[tempredmental]

"You make it sound like it has a personality," Keith said, sounding confused and maybe a bit weirded out.

[stitch_witch]

"Of course it does. All living things have a character to them. Is that truly that surprising?"

Of course Briar had seemed shocked when he'd learned that there were personalities to plants. Why not be shocked that there were characteristics to threads?

[tempredmental]

"Eeeehhhh... yes and no?" Keith seemed unsure in his response. Maybe, in a way, it was like how everything had quintessence, a lesson he'd learned over time with Allura and Voltron. Sure, he wasn't sensitive enough to sense it everywhere, but he could pick up on some stuff here and there. It was still something he was figuring out about himself. He knew he'd never be a full-on powerful alchemist like Allura or her father, but, if he could figure out how to channel his senses enough, he was pretty decent at locating sources of it... or, at least, large sources of it. The fabric? That caught him by surprise.

[stitch_witch]

Actually, if she knew of quintessence, she would happily agree that there is some similarity between it and the magic that exists in the core of things. Though the magic can only be tapped into by the right people in many cases.

"Ambient mages are talented at finding the inherent magic and life in all things. In the things we make and work with. Smithmages and Greenmages, Dancemages and Cookmages. Weathermages and I've heard there are even rockmages. That's just how life works sometimes."

[tempredmental]

Keith listened quietly as she explained about the different kinds of mages.

"Huh... interesting." Really, it was. Keith was just bad at words sometimes. "I guess... I mean, we kind of have something similar back home. Different people call them different things, but there are people who can use something called quintessence." He crossed his arms. "Some are stronger than others, and some things are bigger sources of it." Like the Lions... and how Keith had been able to sense the Blue Lion on Earth even when it wasn't his bonded Lion.

[stitch_witch]

"As we have some who can use what we call academic magic with training I expect," she notes. But there is something else entirely when it came to ambient magic. Connecting to things that are different from putting together the right components that everyone can get the same results out of is always interesting.