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Hot Summer Days and Karaoke Nights

WHO: Cayde-6 probably and you
WHERE: The Deep End
WHAT: Absolutely nothing
WHEN: Through this month
WARNINGS: N/A

I. BYOB

Things have been slow and quiet, both things of which Cayde never trusts, especially around a place like this. Naturally it leaves a Hunter bored, but when there's nothing to be found or done around the city and even less beyond, it's almost enough to make him desperate to do even paperwork.

Almost. He's not that desperate.

At least the temperatures don't bother him, but he knows the heat makes things miserable for a lot of people. The lights are always low in the bar, the water out the window at least keeping it from being too warm since the light's got a whole lot of gallons to filter through.

Cayde doesn't spend too much time behind the bar counter, so it'd be easy to think the bar's empty as it more often than not is. The Exo himself has parked himself at the table nearest the bar however, over by the window. Sometimes he'll be shuffling cards, or he'll be balancing them in a precarious cardhouse with Colonel settled in the opposite chair if she's not roaming the bar floor for inspections.

He looks up when he does find himself with company other than a chicken, flashing a grin. "Hey, you busy?" This may not be the Tower but he's not beyond handing out a quest or two if someone's just as bored as he is. Although it probably isn't much of a quest so much as it is an errand.

II. Music Makes the People Come Together. Yeah.

There's an off chance one might come across the Hunter in the opposite corner of the bar, feet propped up on a chair as he idly strums the guitar Tony had made him what seems like ages ago. It's been more of a communal sort of instrument by now. Cayde's at least managed to learn a few chords enough to play a song or two, which is enough for him to add to the subtle western vibe he tries to evoke now and then.

He's better with a harmonica, although it's anyone's guess as to where he gets the breath for it, much less manages a tune with no lips.

"Oh, didn't know I had an audience. What's with the face?" He smiles crookedly. "Thing's all set if you have something else in mind," he says, nodding towards the karaoke machine.

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"Uh..." Keith frowned a bit. Seemed like an odd way to run a business, sending someone out as soon as they arrived... Though, he supposed the comment about being low made sense that he'd want to restock, sure. Look, give him a moment. He was a little shell-shocked at being voluntold. The last time that happened, he'd ended up being the Paladin of the Red Lion of Voltron.

"You mean the replicators?" He wasn't going to be asked to use his credits for this guy, was he? Because that was a tall ask.

Here Cayde's just being Cayde. A lot of what he used to do when stuck as Vanguard back at the Tower or the Farm was throw some fetch missions or some such at restless Guardians. Things that needed to be done. ...and on occasion, things that he just needed someone to check on old stashes of his since he couldn't feasibly go off to do it himself, as much as he wanted.

"Oh, no! I have some crates from the spaceport. Gotta stock up when we get the opportunity, right? I figured it was better to leave some there for whenever we might have to go for a long trip, and partially so they won't get subjected to people raiding them for molotov cocktails when red juice will do perfectly fine."

"Ah..." Keith paused at the door, though, once they reached it. "Um... which ship, though? Ours?" If someone on the other ship had been holding those bottles for Cayde, Keith couldn't access them without asking someone else for a favor here, and he really didn't want to go on some wild goose chase around town to find another person when Cayde could just ask that other person to bring the bottles over directly.

"Of course! What's the point of me stashing something I can't have access to?" Cayde laughed. Maybe for security purposes, but there seemed little reason for him to make it that much more difficult for himself.

"Right... of course." Keith nodded.

"Okay... I guess." He looked confused as to why Cayde was sending someone else to get it, but.......

"Where on the ship are they?"

Gotta keep you people from being complacent. Also, it seemed only fair given he wasn't charging for drinks. Cayde was at least going along.

"Conveniently? Where the replica of the Deep End is." Some of it, anyway, but that's really all they need.

"Oh." Yeah, that made sense. Keith nodded. And, when he noticed Cayde was coming with, he definitely felt a little less... used.

"How much of it is there?" he asked as they started walking.

The Exo tilted his head as he did some imaginary math. "Several crates. I think if we take one apiece then that should hold us over through the summer." At least things balanced out between the fact that there weren't too many people who came by to drink at a time, and they didn't usually overdo it.

Keith nodded a bit. Plus, it helped that this wasn't exactly a full city of people. They were definitely not at max capacity in this place if they were to fix up every living space to be move-in ready.

"Okay." One crate shouldn't be too bad, right? Keith was pretty strong in general, but he wasn't exactly a muscle man.

"Great!" Not like they weren't already out the door and headed down by then, but Cayde liked to be sure. He had utter confidence in Keith's ability to carry a crate.

Did he feel bad about making Keith go back out into the summer sun? A bit. But this liquor wasn't going to carry itself!

Honestly, Keith wasn't too sore about that. It was the humidity that was killer. He grew up a desert. Heat didn't bother him.

He slid his hands into his pockets as they walked, not great at making small talk. Cayde would have to carry any kind of conversation for this part.

For the most part, Cayde was fine with walking in silence, at least for a while. Being quiet in company seemed a little counterproductive so far as he was concerned, so inevitably he broke the silence as they walked along.

"Least the volcano hasn't acted up again," he said, bringing a hand up to his brow as though to spy out the peak from where they were, not that it was the best place for it.

"Small blessings?" Keith asked with a wry tone. Really, the lack of a volcanic eruption was way more than just a 'small' blessing. But he nodded. "Yeah. I think dealing with that once was well more than enough." He hadn't liked being stuck in those tunnels, even if there had been things to explore down there. Confined spaces were not Keith's thing. At least, on the Castle, it had been a big ship, and he could see they were in space. Like, he knew they weren't actually trapped in a small space.

You and him both, kid. Cayde was not a fan of being stuck anywhere for any lengthy span of time. A Hunter had to roam free. Not having much to find beyond the city was bad enough. Who ever heard of a boring wilderness?

"Heh. Yeah," he said. "That's one patch of excitement I could do without a repeat performance."

"Those tunnels, though," he said quietly, remembering back. "They had kind of a weird layout. Did you ever see the maps some of us were putting together?"

"Hm? Yeah?" Cayde glanced over at him. "Weird how? I don't think I fleshed out my map, was mostly just marking out where a door was that couldn't be accessed, or a generator that was shielded."

"Yeah. I noted those, too... but, like." He scrunched his eyebrows a bit in thought as he remembered. "Well, like, it was Donnie that put it together, finally. On his map. But like, it was really linear... with lines like a circuit board." He could remember Donnie showing him one to compare. They hadn't been exact, but they'd been close.

"We were trying to figure out if that was on purpose or not, but... never did before we were released back out into town."

"Huh."

Cayde thought back to his own bit of mapmaking. "I figured the hall placements had been a little weird," he admitted, but he was more annoyed at the situation on a whole that he hadn't been paying too much attention to the details.

"I figure nothing that happens around here isn't without purpose. And that place has existed longer than we've been here, so it continues to beg the question of what it was for and who put it there in the first place."

"Do you know if anyone's tried to get back in since?"

Not that it had been a great place to be stuck for so long, and Keith wouldn't have been surprised if no one had wanted to deal with facing it all again. But, it was an interesting thought.

"News to me if anyone has," Cayde admitted. "But if it's accessible yet, it still is something we should probably learn more about." He tapped his chin thoughtfully.

"...and we do technically have a way to possibly get around those off-limit doors now..."

Keith was quiet for a moment, very clearly running some thoughts through his head. He wasn't as impulsive as he used to be, but that didn't stop the ideas from popping up in the first place. He just tended to think a bit more before acting on them.

But, when an idea had some promise for something.........

"We should go back and look."

It seemed like such an obvious choice given their conversation, but even so, once Keith proposed it, Cayde grinned.

"Was hoping you'd say that."

Keith caught sight of Cayde's grin, and then smirked a bit in response. Well, at least he had support on this one. He nodded.

"I don't know if anyone else wants to go, but it might not be a bad idea to ask around a bit before heading over. Maybe we can get some extra eyes in there."

"Probably," Cayde agreed, not that he wasn't willing to just leave it be with just the two of them. "Don't know if we want to make it a big thing, we don't need a whole expedition and we don't want to take away too many capable people if something happens in-between, or because we decided to be nosy."

He's not taking chances, not after the whole light incident on the transmitting tower that no longer existed.

"More people can be harder to wrangle, too," Keith said. He wasn't opposed to a duo, either, but Cayde was right. They didn't need a giant expedition. He nodded. "So maybe like... five of us or so?" Five was a good number. Five was the number for Voltron...

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