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[tempredmental]

Who: Keith, OPEN
What: Checking things out, getting sick
When: First week after arrival
Where: Around town, greenhouse and zoo, hospital, hotel
Warnings: Uhh... sick? Will add if more.

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[Keith was checking out various buildings to see what state they were in and if any were useful outside the main ones they'd found so far. Some store-like places were around, the main Data Point, the fountain... but so far, everything was pretty rundown. No running water, no electricity, and the danger of one of these buildings collapsing or someone falling through a floor... it wasn't great.

Keith was a little dismayed that he didn't have his armor with him, either. He could have used the flashlight in the wrist gauntlet by now.

He debated heading into the woods and exploring beyond the limits (and it looked like there was something not that far away from one end of town...), but he'd learned the hard way in life that some things were done better in teams. He'd go if he met someone else willing, but, on his own? He'll try to see what he can from the town for now and then go later once he had a solid partner with him.

He made his way through various buildings, stepping carefully and looking for people who might have woken up in precarious situations. Also because he wanted to see more familiar faces. There were some, but having people he knew around helped a lot. Of course, so did Kosmo... the young cosmic wolf, not a pup anymore, but not full-grown and somewhat lanky looking, followed along, extremely attentive to Keith as if waiting for a signal to do something.]

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[Now this was handy. It would help get things started and make sure they were fed, that was for sure. As long as there were no weird cherries or striped meat, they should be good, right? He explored the place, checking to see how things were working. Except, it all looked insanely alien to him. He supposed he could hit the Data Point here, right?

As much as he hated to clutter it up with notes, he had the sketchbook and pencil set Shiro had given him back in the Fleet with him, but it was the only thing he had to write on and with at the moment. He flipped it open, starting from the back, determined to find something else later on to use as he resigned himself to this one necessity for now.

He could be found wandering about, scribbling down notes and other things after hitting up the Data Point.]

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[First things first... Keith noticed that using the Data Point downloaded a decent amount of information to him about the hospital and how to make use of it. But, he also realize belatedly and upon attempting to remember what he'd learned at the Greenhouse, that he couldn't recall any of it. He tapped his pencil on the pages of notes in the sketchbook, bewildered for a second, but realized that it was likely similar to switching an augment in the Fleet. The information for the previous "job" was replaced with the new information.

He definitely made a note of that.

Onward into the building, it was still somewhat stocked and looked fairly usable, much like the hotel, and there were dilapidated but repairable things around the building. They could feasibly get this up and running, which would be pretty handy considering their situation. By now, he'd heard people talking about a power plant somewhere off beyond the limits of what they currently could easily access. Those three things would be the most important right now. Power, food, medical care.

In his wanderings, he came upon the containment room with its flasks everywhere, and it looked like someone had already dropped one. He leaned down to take a look, not touching, but that didn't matter anyway unbeknownst to him, and noticed that it was a liquid. Considering it was still a liquid and not dried up, it had to be fairly recent. He frowned a bit in concern, and, using his new knowledge, managed to clean it up for now.

He just hoped it wasn't dangerous or airborne.................]

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[So, apparently, whatever it was in the hospital was airborne, and Keith had broken out into really itchy spots. He was pretty sure it was some sort of crazy version of chicken pox, but he'd been vaccinated back home... so, it had to be some weird alien version, which made this even worse.

Either that, or human vaccinations didn't work on half-Galra, but he'd never gotten chicken pox as a kid, so he supposed maybe it did? Not that he knew back when he got the vaccination that he was half-Galra... quiznak. Why did things have to be so complicated?]

Comments

[the_tailor]

[Lance glances over the book, and frowns. There are indeed some basic things that are easy enough to understand, but others... It might as well be in Altean to him. Or something else--Lance was actually getting to a point where he was learning some Altean.]

Righty, then. I'll have to check out this data point for myself.

[tempredmental]

Think you can do something with it?

[Keith knew nothing about actual real farming. But, the feeling he got from it before using the hospital Data Point was that it was more than just planting seeds and watering plants.

Though, Keith also kind of wanted the sketchbook back... nao pls... He was heavily resisting the extremely strong urge to reach for it. Not that he didn't trust Lance with it, but the transfer to this new place had thrown him a bit, and that was the one Shiro had given him in the Fleet.]

[the_tailor]

Probably. If it gives me knowledge to understand all this gobbledygook, then I can combine it with my already there farming knowledge and see if I can get some crops going. 'course, I don't think we can just live on fruits and veggies alone, but it's definitely a start.

[He hums, turning a page, before closing it. Lance has been with Keith long enough to be able to sense a slight tension in him. And he knows him well enough to make a good guess as to why. So the sketchbook is quickly handed back.]

[tempredmental]

[At least Keith didn't snatch it back. He was better than that. Plus, he didn't want to hurt Lance's feelings because of his own stupid insecurities and issues. He did, however, subtly protect it by crossing his arms over it with it pressed against the front of his shins, having been sitting on the floor with his knees bent up to his chest.]

Well, there's a lot there. I mean, it's not just a produce farm. I think there was some livestock, too.

[Though, Keith had no idea what kind of farm Lance was used to being on. His own childhood had sort of been on a ranch, but his father hadn't been running it because his job with the fire department took up a lot of his time. They hadn't had any animals as a result... just a lot of open land. So, when it came to livestock, he was still kind of clueless.]

[the_tailor]

Yeah, I'll figure that out, too. But I'm not butchering anything there. Nope. Not happening. I solely call stuff that doesn't make me want to cry.

[Back on his family's farm, they had plenty of animals along with some crops, but they were just for harvesting milk, wool, and eggs from. The one time his dad had suggested killing one of the chickens for dinner, half the household had burst into tears.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith gave an amused shake of his head.]

Well... maybe someone else can handle it.

[Anyone could use the Data Point, after all. Lance didn't have to do it alone.]

[the_tailor]

Maybe. Otherwise, I'm making you go out and doing the hunting.

[He sticks his tongue out at him, chuckling a little.]

[tempredmental]

Oh... I see how it is. You won't butcher an animal raised to be food, but you're okay with me having to do it after hunting? [Seriously... leave the onus of getting them meat on Keith? Thanks, Lance.

But, at least the conversation was keeping his mind off the itching.]

[the_tailor]

Hmmmm... Yep, basically.

[Sorry, Keith. Lance reaches over, patting his shoulder. Someone's gotta do it, and Lance called not it.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith rolled his eyes.]

Whatever.

[It wasn't like he'd never been hunting. But actually butchering something? Usually he and his dad had brought whatever they'd gotten back to an actual butcher for that. He sighed.]

You're the better shot, though.

[Ahem.]

[the_tailor]

Well, yes, but you're not too shabby yourself now. It's a good way to practice!

[Yeah, he's just gonna come up with excuses.]

[tempredmental]

Practicing when us being able to eat is counting on my results is not a great way to practice.

[Keith didn't look convinced.]

[the_tailor]

But you see, the power of necessity is just going to make you try even harder. It's a real thing!

[tempredmental]

[Oh, Keith knew it was a real thing. The power of necessity was what got them to form Voltron the first time. However, that was a stressful feeling he'd rather not have to experience again.]

Ah... no.

[He wasn't appreciating this.]

[the_tailor]

[Aaaaaand cue a loud sigh.]

Alright, alright. We'll swap off. How's that sound?

[tempredmental]

Better.

[Keith managed a small amused smile at that, though his hands were still clenched on his sleeves against the miserable itching.]

Besides, it feels better when I know someone's got my back.

[Yeah... he played that card.]

[the_tailor]

[Look what he does because he loves you, Keith! Appreciate it! And--oh, goddamnit, that card. It works every time, and Keith damn well obviously knows that.]

You are sooooo unfair, you know that?

[tempredmental]

[Keith shrugged, regretting that a little because it rubbed the shoulders of his shirt against the itchy spots there... Ouch.]

What's unfair about the truth?

[It wasn't like he was lying.]

[the_tailor]

[Ouch indeed. The spots are definitely driving Lance up the wall, but he's trying his best to ignore them.]

You know exactly what to say to wrap me around your little finger!

[tempredmental]

[That got a small smirk from Keith in response.]

It's just 'cuz I know you so well.

[the_tailor]

Still. Totally unfair, taking advantage of poor lil' ol' me. You monster.

[Obviously, he's joking, a smile behind his words even as he pouts.]

[tempredmental]

Yeah... that's me. Big meanie monster.

[Keith could tell. He'd learned to read Lance by now. About time, right?]

[the_tailor]

The biggest and meaniest of monsters.

[And he'll just stick his tongue out, because he's clearly a mature and responsible adult right now.]

[tempredmental]

[Such mature. Much adult.

Keith just laughed.]

Feeling a bit better?

[the_tailor]

[Lance gives a little nod.]

A bit, yeah. Having you at my side usually has that effect. What about you?