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Uhm, hello-- wait, no, it's crooked...
[Indeed it is, the scene showing Pidge at an angle. There's already a scattering of tools on the desk in whatever room she and Keith got assigned to, a mess indicative of someone who tends to think "what can I tinker with" long before "I should clean this mess".
In fact...
Where did Pidge get those tools from?
Do some of them look... familiar to any of you?
And what exactly has Pidge been making with all those spare parts, anyway?
In any case, she goes to the trouble of righting the camera angle, showing that part of the armor of her Paladin suit has been removed to a longsleeve black turtleneck underneath. That's actually what this post is about, not the random parts and tools on the table.]
Right, there. Anyway, uh. I'm Pidge Gunderson. I came in with the others at the beginning of this month, along with my teammate Keith. I know there's some... weird stuff going on with memories and whatever but--
I mean, look, I know that's probably important and everyone is focused on that rather than what your newbies are up to, but seriously... is there any way we could get some new clothes? Keith and I have been in our Paladin suits for way too long and. Yeah. No amount of showers are going to make these things smell right again if we don't have anything else to wear.
[Unfortunately due to the issue of Ozuma still being out of commission, even if someone had told her about getting favors there's really no way to go about that right now.
And that was a bit of a ramble because what is dealing with new people over a social media-like network in a strange castle that they've all be consigned to.
She can't think of anything more to say, so she reaches forward and turns the feed off to put the message up.]
(ooc: So I asked it on Plurk, but if anyone is okay with having Pidge pilfering random tools and whatnot during the first couple of weeks here, you're more than welcome to call her out on all the crap she has on her desk. :D)
[Indeed it is, the scene showing Pidge at an angle. There's already a scattering of tools on the desk in whatever room she and Keith got assigned to, a mess indicative of someone who tends to think "what can I tinker with" long before "I should clean this mess".
In fact...
Where did Pidge get those tools from?
Do some of them look... familiar to any of you?
And what exactly has Pidge been making with all those spare parts, anyway?
In any case, she goes to the trouble of righting the camera angle, showing that part of the armor of her Paladin suit has been removed to a longsleeve black turtleneck underneath. That's actually what this post is about, not the random parts and tools on the table.]
Right, there. Anyway, uh. I'm Pidge Gunderson. I came in with the others at the beginning of this month, along with my teammate Keith. I know there's some... weird stuff going on with memories and whatever but--
I mean, look, I know that's probably important and everyone is focused on that rather than what your newbies are up to, but seriously... is there any way we could get some new clothes? Keith and I have been in our Paladin suits for way too long and. Yeah. No amount of showers are going to make these things smell right again if we don't have anything else to wear.
[Unfortunately due to the issue of Ozuma still being out of commission, even if someone had told her about getting favors there's really no way to go about that right now.
And that was a bit of a ramble because what is dealing with new people over a social media-like network in a strange castle that they've all be consigned to.
She can't think of anything more to say, so she reaches forward and turns the feed off to put the message up.]
(ooc: So I asked it on Plurk, but if anyone is okay with having Pidge pilfering random tools and whatnot during the first couple of weeks here, you're more than welcome to call her out on all the crap she has on her desk. :D)
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[ There was a time in Sans's life when he would have gotten unreasonably worked up over the implication that someone had first-hand experience with a wormhole. Even a 'corrupted' one, whatever that means, since that implies a certain nature that time-space phenomena just don't have, like a sense or relation to good or evil, an implicit beneficial versus harmful use.
He experiences just a little blip on the proverbial scientific radar, an almost clinical sense of 'huh, interesting'. ]
Ok. Looking for your pals is important. I get it.
Hate to burst your bubble, but I don't think the generator can handle the output you're gonna need for something like this.
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Crap. That's right. This is going to need power to even work! She'd been around Altean tech for so long that she'd actually forgotten that was an issue here.]
I could--!
[Not without the proper converter.]
But what if I--
[No, that's not possible either.]
I...
[Pidge lets out a groan and promptly face plants in to her desk, shoulders sinking low.
First her family, now her team...]
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Take it easy, kid. Go on up to the mess hall, grab a snack.
[ Easiest way to meet people, since everyone has to eat, and it's a fairly safe common area. ]
Get to know the situation better.
...And return my spanner, geez.
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But someone had to tell her.]
Fiiine... fine...
[There's a reluctant sigh as she drags herself out of her chair and off her desk, gathering up some of the borrowed materials to return them.]