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December 2021 Test Drive Meme
DECEMBER 2021 TDM
SEMI-STANDARD ARRIVAL
CH-CH-CH-CHANGES
BABY IT'S COLD OUTSIDE
CODING
Another month, another test drive meme! Our test drive memes are open to anyone interested - regardless of whether or not you join our game!
All Test Drive Memes are game canon. Players can choose to keep their TDM threads canon or not. TDM threads can be used for AC and can be used as your writing sample for your application.
Our TDMs serve as a way to build into the actual lore and worldbuilding of Deer Country and we strongly encourage everyone to enjoy and participate! Current players are always welcome to pull prompts from the TDM to reference on the Network or bring into logs as well as tag out to new characters top-leveling on the TDM itself.
Characters will always be able to actively die during TDMs as this is an extremely dangerous world. You can still have this be game canon! Check out how character death in Deer Country works here.
If you have any questions about the TDM, please ask down below!
IMAGE DESCRIPTORS IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE
Prompt One
[Image One: A cat skidding across a frozen lake.]
[Image Two: A man carving ice sculptures]
Prompt Two
[Image One: A woman laughing as she plays with many tentacles.]
[Image Two: A naked girl in a fetal position under water.]
Prompt Three
[Image One: A cold limp hand in bloodied snow.]
[Image Two: Jack Nicholson slamming an axe into a door in The Shining.]
All Test Drive Memes are game canon. Players can choose to keep their TDM threads canon or not. TDM threads can be used for AC and can be used as your writing sample for your application.
Our TDMs serve as a way to build into the actual lore and worldbuilding of Deer Country and we strongly encourage everyone to enjoy and participate! Current players are always welcome to pull prompts from the TDM to reference on the Network or bring into logs as well as tag out to new characters top-leveling on the TDM itself.
Characters will always be able to actively die during TDMs as this is an extremely dangerous world. You can still have this be game canon! Check out how character death in Deer Country works here.
If you have any questions about the TDM, please ask down below!
Prompt One
[Image One: A cat skidding across a frozen lake.]
[Image Two: A man carving ice sculptures]
Prompt Two
[Image One: A woman laughing as she plays with many tentacles.]
[Image Two: A naked girl in a fetal position under water.]
Prompt Three
[Image One: A cold limp hand in bloodied snow.]
[Image Two: Jack Nicholson slamming an axe into a door in The Shining.]
WHEN: End of December, early January
WHERE: The Farther Shores/The Boardwalk
CONTENT WARNINGS: Similar warnings from November's TDM. Drowning, freezing to death, trapped under ice, hypothermia, frost bite.
WHERE: The Farther Shores/The Boardwalk
CONTENT WARNINGS: Similar warnings from November's TDM. Drowning, freezing to death, trapped under ice, hypothermia, frost bite.
Arriving in December has most of the same from the November Arrival. One difference is that the beach itself has completely frozen over, making it a slick black ice skating range. And that's exactly how Wakers treat it. You can rent skates and sleds. People have taken to the beach to have fun as well as help Sleepers out. Learn how to ice skate and help your fellow Sleepers! Win-Win!
Tents are filled with furs and warmth. Someone is giving out hot soup and hot chocolate to those just arriving. You can find plenty of hot bread rolls. Local seamstresses have gathered and are giving out thick wool cloaks with unique designs. You can find thick fur ushankas, gloves, and scarves. There are coldblood stone snaps as they call them where two small coldblood stones are hooked together so you can make a snapping noise that generates a small spark of flame that's hard to blow out.
Along the Boardwalk are magnificent ice sculptures of various intricate creatures: humans, animals, monsters, Pthumerians and other things. Some Watchers are in the process of working on new mounds of ice and are willing to teach anyone interested in the art of ice sculptures.
Tents are filled with furs and warmth. Someone is giving out hot soup and hot chocolate to those just arriving. You can find plenty of hot bread rolls. Local seamstresses have gathered and are giving out thick wool cloaks with unique designs. You can find thick fur ushankas, gloves, and scarves. There are coldblood stone snaps as they call them where two small coldblood stones are hooked together so you can make a snapping noise that generates a small spark of flame that's hard to blow out.
Along the Boardwalk are magnificent ice sculptures of various intricate creatures: humans, animals, monsters, Pthumerians and other things. Some Watchers are in the process of working on new mounds of ice and are willing to teach anyone interested in the art of ice sculptures.
WHEN: End of December to mid January
WHERE: The Pthumerian Ocean and the Farther Shores
CONTENT WARNINGS: possible drowning, injury, hypothermia, giant friendly tentacles, confinement in a goo egg, nudity/exhibition, body horror of varying degrees
WHERE: The Pthumerian Ocean and the Farther Shores
CONTENT WARNINGS: possible drowning, injury, hypothermia, giant friendly tentacles, confinement in a goo egg, nudity/exhibition, body horror of varying degrees
A new year is upon us and the winds of change can drive rough and tumultuous waters, now filled with big chunks of ice. Some incoming sleepers will be facing more obstacles of ice, cold and wayward currents that can take them off course and delay their arrival on the shores. But many are in luck as the massive tentacles of a benevolent beast from the deep can be seen rising from the waves on the horizon as it collects as many sleepers as it can who have begun to shift from their squid form before they are safely out of the choppy waters and onto the ice covered beach.
The tentacled behemoth will wrap new sleepers up in a protective, transluscent and spherical fish or squid egg filled with a gooey liquid to help further suspend and cushion them on their journey to shore. However, this protective egg is a toss of the coin in how helpful it can be. Merely by chance, a sleeper may find themselves in either a red or blue tinted egg that they wil likely need help getting out of, and quickly, seeing as the warm goo that is cushioning them doesn't exactly provide air for those who require it.
A Red egg will provide extended magical warmth even when a sleeper exits it into the cold, they will feel as though they are stepping into a heated room and wearing comfortable warm clothes, even if they are naked. Wakers who assist someone getting out of a red egg and who are splashed with the gooey contents will also feel this effect, and if they are clothed they may feel... overheated and overcome with the strong compulsion to get their clothes off.
A Blue egg is not so helpful, if a sleeper finds themselves in this egg, they will start to transform back into their squid form, even if their mind is continuing to reform and remember themselves. They can regress all the way back into a squid or be unfortunate enough to get trapped in a grotesque halfway fusion of squid and their regular form, but either way their mind will still be normal and somehow some will be able to speak. Just like a red egg, this can happen to Wakers who come in contact with the blue egg's goo. This effect can last for an hour or longer depending on player preference.
Characters who attempt to make their way out to sea to make contact with the tentacled monster will never seem to be able to reach it to see what it looks like. The waters will become darker and colder, and more tumultuous the farther they go either by boat or swimming (why you're swimming is beyond literally everyone else, but you do you). Chances of ending up in the freezing water and dying by drowning or freezing to death are extremely high if this attempt is made, and locals will advise against it if asked.
The tentacled behemoth will wrap new sleepers up in a protective, transluscent and spherical fish or squid egg filled with a gooey liquid to help further suspend and cushion them on their journey to shore. However, this protective egg is a toss of the coin in how helpful it can be. Merely by chance, a sleeper may find themselves in either a red or blue tinted egg that they wil likely need help getting out of, and quickly, seeing as the warm goo that is cushioning them doesn't exactly provide air for those who require it.
A Red egg will provide extended magical warmth even when a sleeper exits it into the cold, they will feel as though they are stepping into a heated room and wearing comfortable warm clothes, even if they are naked. Wakers who assist someone getting out of a red egg and who are splashed with the gooey contents will also feel this effect, and if they are clothed they may feel... overheated and overcome with the strong compulsion to get their clothes off.
A Blue egg is not so helpful, if a sleeper finds themselves in this egg, they will start to transform back into their squid form, even if their mind is continuing to reform and remember themselves. They can regress all the way back into a squid or be unfortunate enough to get trapped in a grotesque halfway fusion of squid and their regular form, but either way their mind will still be normal and somehow some will be able to speak. Just like a red egg, this can happen to Wakers who come in contact with the blue egg's goo. This effect can last for an hour or longer depending on player preference.
Characters who attempt to make their way out to sea to make contact with the tentacled monster will never seem to be able to reach it to see what it looks like. The waters will become darker and colder, and more tumultuous the farther they go either by boat or swimming (why you're swimming is beyond literally everyone else, but you do you). Chances of ending up in the freezing water and dying by drowning or freezing to death are extremely high if this attempt is made, and locals will advise against it if asked.
WHEN: Late December to mid January.
WHERE: All over Trench
CONTENT WARNINGS: Surreal/existential horror, out of body experience, temporary memory loss and fugue, imprisonment, frozen death, blood, possible insanity and violence, monster/creature leech
WHERE: All over Trench
CONTENT WARNINGS: Surreal/existential horror, out of body experience, temporary memory loss and fugue, imprisonment, frozen death, blood, possible insanity and violence, monster/creature leech
All throughout Trench there's a phenomena of bloody snow piling high in whole districts within minutes and snowing people into their homes or whatever building they happened to be in at the time, even a tent on the boardwalk can be covered. Most of the blood is a stark red, but other blood type colors can be found in large or small swaths here and there. At first it seems like an inconvenience that you can either wait out with whomever you've found yourself snowed in with or dig your way out of, but the blood in the snow is thick and heavy and pressing in against the walls and windows and if you choose to try and dig, the influence of blood in the air will hit you hard and the ill effects will come on fast and halt you in your efforts...
Soon, the rooms appear to warp, minds become foggy as what appears to be an illusion or a reality warping takes hold, no longer does the room look like your home or the store you were browsing, and you can't quite remember what it was before or why you were there. The roof over your head is different, and the slow motion of the fan causes the cracks in the plaster to show shadows in ways that just don't match your memories. It is strange, but as you walk through the new space, you do not feel in danger. Something is just not quite right.
You recognize the furnishings but you can't place when you bought them. It looks like a hotel room and this is a suite for two. How long have you lived in this place? The door of the kitchen or perhaps the pantry opens, and someone else emerges with the same look of vague confusion there. You recognize them, but not quite. Their name is on the tip of your tongue until they speak. Do you know each other? Yes, you do. This is your house, right? Weren't you just standing there together not long ago...?
It must be your home: Some Sleepers, for one reason or another, might accept the surreal experience as the new reality even as they grow weaker and ...thinner? Their life feels impermanent, almost like you could peel the wallpaper away to find something entirely different underneath. But it isn't a bad life. It's simple, comfortable, food is always magically available somewhere when they need it and the people they are with are family, are they not? You're pretty sure that's what you remember. The scope of the vision grows, somehow you find yourself in the bar of this hotel where a bartender stands waiting. He doesn't feel quite real, but he'll happily chat over a cocktail 'on the house' with guests, who he assures have always been there.
But some Sleepers find themselves rejecting this vision, as comfortable as it is, it's still wrong. This isn't their home. This feeling everything should be fine is a lie. Everything is wrong, and at a certain point, they snap. The idea of sleeping a night in this place is just too much and the moment that their mind refuses this reality completely, it is replaced by a singular urge: to destroy this lie entirely. Paranoia and a frantic instability overtakes them and they find whatever weapon they can to start breaking everything in sight, even attacking their fellow Sleepers and hunting them through the shifting little hotel spaces that seem to move around them rather then them moving within it.
Violent Sleepers can be subdued and reasoned with, but it may be difficult. Powers are also dampened, though not gone, if Sleepers can remember that they have them at all. All sleepers, docile and violent will start to weaken to the point where they collapse and they will eventually die, but if they are lucky enough to pull themselves and/or each other out of it, they'll be able to see clearly that it's the bartender that they should attack. Once they do, there will be a screech and the illusion/reality alteration will falter and the bartender's true form is glimpsed.
Once the creature is wounded sufficiently, Sleepers will find that there is a fleshy pulsating rope attached to the base of their skull as the creature was feeding on their hopes and dreams of the future, keeping them in a state of complacency, confusion and conflict. The only way out of this is by attacking the bartender or death.
Soon, the rooms appear to warp, minds become foggy as what appears to be an illusion or a reality warping takes hold, no longer does the room look like your home or the store you were browsing, and you can't quite remember what it was before or why you were there. The roof over your head is different, and the slow motion of the fan causes the cracks in the plaster to show shadows in ways that just don't match your memories. It is strange, but as you walk through the new space, you do not feel in danger. Something is just not quite right.
You recognize the furnishings but you can't place when you bought them. It looks like a hotel room and this is a suite for two. How long have you lived in this place? The door of the kitchen or perhaps the pantry opens, and someone else emerges with the same look of vague confusion there. You recognize them, but not quite. Their name is on the tip of your tongue until they speak. Do you know each other? Yes, you do. This is your house, right? Weren't you just standing there together not long ago...?
It must be your home: Some Sleepers, for one reason or another, might accept the surreal experience as the new reality even as they grow weaker and ...thinner? Their life feels impermanent, almost like you could peel the wallpaper away to find something entirely different underneath. But it isn't a bad life. It's simple, comfortable, food is always magically available somewhere when they need it and the people they are with are family, are they not? You're pretty sure that's what you remember. The scope of the vision grows, somehow you find yourself in the bar of this hotel where a bartender stands waiting. He doesn't feel quite real, but he'll happily chat over a cocktail 'on the house' with guests, who he assures have always been there.
But some Sleepers find themselves rejecting this vision, as comfortable as it is, it's still wrong. This isn't their home. This feeling everything should be fine is a lie. Everything is wrong, and at a certain point, they snap. The idea of sleeping a night in this place is just too much and the moment that their mind refuses this reality completely, it is replaced by a singular urge: to destroy this lie entirely. Paranoia and a frantic instability overtakes them and they find whatever weapon they can to start breaking everything in sight, even attacking their fellow Sleepers and hunting them through the shifting little hotel spaces that seem to move around them rather then them moving within it.
Violent Sleepers can be subdued and reasoned with, but it may be difficult. Powers are also dampened, though not gone, if Sleepers can remember that they have them at all. All sleepers, docile and violent will start to weaken to the point where they collapse and they will eventually die, but if they are lucky enough to pull themselves and/or each other out of it, they'll be able to see clearly that it's the bartender that they should attack. Once they do, there will be a screech and the illusion/reality alteration will falter and the bartender's true form is glimpsed.
Once the creature is wounded sufficiently, Sleepers will find that there is a fleshy pulsating rope attached to the base of their skull as the creature was feeding on their hopes and dreams of the future, keeping them in a state of complacency, confusion and conflict. The only way out of this is by attacking the bartender or death.
Keith | Voltron: Legendary Defender | Coldblood
[Well, as warm, cozy, and bath-like as this might be, the lack of breathability was definitely disturbing. So, as the red egg Keith was currently trapped in bobbed its way to shore, he was scraping around on the inside of its weird shell to try escaping. Naturally, it wasn't working, so he needed some help from a friendly passerby, if one happened to be available...]
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Baby, It's Cold Outside
[Okay, that was disturbing. Getting snowed into a tent on a boardwalk was one thing. With a stranger, okay... a bit awkward, but he could deal once the snow was cleared. But, looking at the snow? Nope. That was just downright creepy and gross. It had to be a trick, right?
Keith was going to attempt to dig out, so be prepared for effects of whatever kind of blood that is.
Or, they've already succumbed to the illusion. Upon noticing one-another, Keith kind of stared at his new 'roommate', like he was trying to place their name. He was bad at names, though, so he kind of stayed quiet, hoping for a hint.
After all, this was someone he knew and trusted, right? Why couldn't he remember their name?]
ch-ch-ch changes
He's not yet encountered the weird egg situation this month but he's smart enough to be cautious. He doesn't notice anything about the person inside it because his instant reaction is to slice it open with his bayard. Oxygen is important, clearly there was none in there.
And then it's Keith who falls out and he's so taken aback by that fact that he doesn't think to sidestep the goo. He'd planned on it, because this is Deer Country, a product of Deerington, where weird shit like goo causing weird side effects happens all the time. But nope, seeing Keith of course trips him up and now he's got goop on himself.]
… Keith?
[There are changes to note about Lance: he's older (21 now), there's a scar on his left brow/eye, and he's dressed head to toe in Trench style clothes, only his face and head aren't covered (his hair is too awesome to be ruined by hats, alright). And aside from that, he looks kinda like he's seeing a ghost. Or a hallucination. Same diff, right? This is fine, he's fine (no he's not (shut up!))]
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But, yeah... then it kind of clicked. He was naked, and he was pretty sure that was Lance's shocked voice, and it was cold. Really cold. Though, Keith wasn't accurately feeling that cold thanks to a combination of his new blood-type and the effects of the weird goo he'd just almost drowned in.]
L-lance? Quiznak. What the heck?
[He shook his head, pushing his goo-sticky bangs from his face.]
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It doesn't matter, the point is, his other hallucinations of Keith have not been gooey… and naked. The naked part hasn't really registered right away and it's pretty low tier on his list of things to focus on right now. Hallucination Keith has looked different before, though. So… what the hell, Trench?
Does he even want this to be real Keith, for that matter? Because if it is, that's a big can of emotional baggage he's kept sequestered away from himself for almost a year. And wow, no, don't want that rearing its head. Best try to mentally prepare himself. Try. Man, his thoughts are caught on a snag, like a record that keeps skipping, how long has he just been staring at him?
Lance's shocked face gains a squinty and guarded edge, which might be comical without context… which most people don't have. So, it's comical. His fingers twitch and tap at his hands by his side and he works his jaw a bit.]
…Okay, no, nope. I'm asking the questions first. Most important of all: …are you real? [A weird question to ask, but he doesn't really have another he can think of right now.]
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Really? This again? Quiznak, Lance. I'm not a clone, okay? [He grit his teeth.] At least give me your jacket or something. You're the one standing there with a bayard and clothes on. You tell me what's going on.
[He didn't have time for this, Lance.]
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What do you mean again? When have I ever thought you were a clone?? Now I know you're not real, goo mullet.
[Man, if this really is a hallucination Keith, he's looking pretty insane right about now. He huffs a tremored laugh at that thought and puts a hand to his forehead, turning away. Then with his other arm, he slides a pack he got from the white robed wakers off of his shoulder and tosses it to Keith without looking. Then he crosses his arms.]
If you're not a fakey Keith then you can open that and get your own clothes.
[The robe in there should be fine enough. Though he is feeling really overheated right now and wouldn't mind taking off the coat, he's not interested in being nice to Keith fake or real. That jerk left and Lance has a lot of complicated and painful feelings that he's trying very hard to keep buried under all this attitude. A voice tells him he's regressing and he jerks his head and snorts.]
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Baby it’s cold outside.
Before we start to clear this, we need to cover our faces. Here, blood pollution is a problem and it will warp the mind and body.
That could even be the aim of this bloodied snow. [He steps back and turns, scanning around. The blacksmith shop has towels and the like they can turn into make shift face masks. Smoke curls from the sides of his mouth as if he were a real dragon.]
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It was the information that got his attention more than anything.]
Blood pollution? [That sounded concerning, to say the least.] What do you mean?
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Spilled blood here is a danger. Especially to those of us from somewhere else that crosses through the sea. Too much of it can change a person.
[He points to his horns.] I’m not normally like this. Exposure in places with a lot of spilled blood caused this. …I was intending to reverse it before we ended up trapped here.
[He shakes his head once and sighs,] I’d rather wait until we’re clear of this. Just in case.
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Okay, but it is reversible. That's good to know, too.
[He folded the towel neatly so it could tie easily over his mouth and nose.]
How bad can it get?
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They won’t.
[He folds up the towel and wraps it around his face. Heat rises from him like a summer heat wave.] Permit me to go first. I wish to see if fire will melt it without us having to get close.
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The towels! They do nothing!
Nothing at all!!!
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[At first, he doesn't see anything different, anything striking, about a red egg. He's seen red ones bob along. This one looks like it's struggling, though. All the more reason to ease it onto the sand, and start to work it open with glowing fingers.]
Easy - Hang in there. We'll get you -
[Except when the egg actually opens, his words cut off, midsentence. His heart stops. Everything goes cold.]
- Keith?
[How long has it been? He's lost track of it all - how long it's been since he saw his teammate, his friend, his brother in all but DNA. Maybe Keith doesn't look it, but, Shiro does. The scar over his nose deeper, fresher, more grey in his hair, circles etched under his eyes like tattoos.]
Hold on! [But that heartbeat of shock is all he allows himself. That's it. Then he's peeling back the layers of red and goo with one hand, waving over another Waker with the other.] I need blankets over here!
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He gasped in air, coughing and sputtering from being encased in nothing but goo for what had felt like ages after he'd woken up. Oxygen was good... oh so good... He was grateful to just be able to breathe for a moment that the fact he didn't have any clothes on didn't even register right away. In fact, he didn't even really feel the cold...]
Shiro. [He managed to gasp out the name between heaving breaths.]
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[One of the other Wakers arrives, bearing the blankets. Shiro's quick to throw them around Keith, wrap them securely, while he gets the rest of the goo out of the way. He'll deal with ... this... emotionally, later. Right now, it's just important to get Keith warmed up and safe.]
Focus on breathing. That's all you need to do right now.
[It can't be the same Keith - he looks too... well. Too normal. There's no white in his hair, there's no marks of Deerington on him. One more thing Shiro resolves to deal with later. Not now.]
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That was... a weird way to wake up... [Honestly, Keith was so focused on just not drowning from being trapped in an egg full of goo that he hadn't noticed the changes on Shiro, yet, either...]
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[One of the other Wakers brings by the robes, and Shiro nods in thanks. He's not sure if Keith's going to want to change right here, right now, but better to have them than not.]
Be careful when you stand up. Your legs aren't going to want to cooperate for a bit. Take your time, all right?
[He's willing to wait. As long as it takes. Get the body under control, and then they can start the explanations.]
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Wildcard!
This month he has the added agenda of his show. He saw Keith the other day walking with one of the lions but they seemed like they were having a private moment so he didn't intrude. Reunions are a serious thing. Today, though? Fair game.
"Excuse me! Sir?" He has the energy of a paper boy as he approaches with his spatted boots and arms full of flyers. Young twenties, short for a man. About 5'7, with black hair, thick brows and almond eyes far more green than they have any right to be. Actually, he isn't a far cry off Hunk.
"I saw you with Lance the other day. Do you like the theater? One time only show at The Raccoon Room next month." The flyer is held out, black with blood red lips and iconic typography. It's Rocky Horror. And the actor's names all along the bottom? Sure has Shiro printed right there in a starring role.
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Keith heard the callout, but momentarily figured it wasn't for him (like, no one knew him here except maybe three or four people, as far as he knew, and he didn't exactly give off an air that said he wanted to make friends) and kept walking... until those footsteps started to catch up to him. Eyebrows raised, he finally turned in mild surprise when the guy mentioned Lance and then shoved a paper at him.
He blinked, staring at it, recognizing Shiro's name immediately.
"Wait- what?" Shiro? Doing theatre? "They didn't tell me about this." Maybe because they'd been more focused on dealing with their issues in regards to him showing up... each helping him and hiding from him at the same time in their own ways. He lifted his gaze away from the paper now to really look at the guy in front of him.
Yeah, he was kind of short, but he definitely tugged a string along the lines of being similar to Hunk (except for the height, really... Hunk was even taller than Shiro, after all), and that openness in his expression both comforted and freaked Keith out at the same time.
"Who are you?" Genuine curiosity. Keith still had a somewhat owlish look to his features, more surprised than anything else.
sorry for the delay! holidays
Bless you, Keith. Must be weird meeting people who know your team. Bolin smiled and shifted his weight away from the balls of his feet. The guy had engaged so he could be comfortable instead of flitting off on flyer duty to the next person.
"Oh, I'm Bolin," no big deal. "I live with Lance and Hunk?"
The guy must be staying with Shiro, he thought. Seemed a safe assumption to make in any case. Then again, Bolin was busy with his own stuff and family across town so if Lance had brought Keith back to their place it was possible they'd missed each other.
"Who are you?"
no worries!
Still...
"Oh." Keith hadn't asked about Lance's living arrangements after the initial reunion. Maybe he should have.
"I'm Keith. I'm a teammate of theirs from back home..." That was good enough, right? He didn't want to get into the whole 'leader of Team Voltron' at the moment unless Bolin already knew. Though, Keith figured he probably did if he lived with Lance and Hunk.
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He, too, was no stranger to being known without meeting, but that was mostly back home on account of his fame and here on account of his brother being a pillar of order and social care amongst Sleepers.
"Keith, right. Hunk has mentioned you."
But not Lance, went unsaid. Quite loudly, probably. Still, Bolin didn't seem to hear it as he shuffled his flyers and extended his hand to shake with a natural, easy friendliness.
"Well, I'm sure they're glad you're here. It's a pleasure to meet you, Keith. Welcome to Trench."
His shake was firm but gentle, hands hardened by work, and confident enough.
"None of us have been here very long, so you don't have too much catching up to do."
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Baby it's cold
He raises his hand in greeting to the guy...his roommate? I knows him and yet he also...doesn't.]
Uh. Hey. You're...here. Hi. Sorry, I think my mind got...distracted. Did you say something?
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[Yeah... they totally knew each other... right? He uh... Hm. Keith stared at this roommate and frowned. He was familiar, definitely. Damn it. He hated when he couldn't remember people's names. And, like, wow. He really felt like he should know this one. They were roommates, after all.
Just how bad was his memory for names getting?
He was just going... to pass it off... like usual. Maybe something will happen to give him a clue.]
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[There's something familiar about this room. And not in the way it's telling him this is where he lives. He feels like this is a place he's been to before. In a different memory. He frowns.]
I think I had a weird feeling of deja vu? Like...I've been here? [He chuckles.] Which is dumb, of course, I've been here. I live here. With...you.
...Right?
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Why would you ask that?
[Keith frowned. He hated this feeling, honestly. He got up, suddenly restless.]
I'm gonna get some food. You want anything? [Heading for the kitchen...]
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