[Video]

[lonered]

[Keith spent a long time debating whether to bother with video for this or just go with text. But the truth is, for what he's aiming for, it's better to do this virtual-face to virtual-face. Or something. He's even done bothering with the frankly ridiculous mask. For now.

The video opens to a fairly normal looking teenager (aside from the fact that what's visible of him is definitely dressed in a skin-tight vaguely glowy futuristic space suit), hesitating a moment like he's still debating on how to begin.]

So. Uh.

[Good start, Keith. Solid.]

I guess all of us are stuck in the same boat whether we want to be or not. And apparently that boat is headed for some other world before we know it.

I'll be honest. I don't know if we can trust this Astoria as far as we can throw her. [And he knows she can hear this, but he's said as much to her face, so there's that.] But for now I guess I plan on going along to see how things play out. [Which after discussing with Shiro, he feels pretty okay about, as plans go.]

But... just waltzing into other worlds, and potentially meddling in them... that could go bad really quickly if someone makes an enemy of the wrong person. If that happens, it might not be a terrible idea to know what we've got on our side.

Not just magic either. Because... that's really new to me at least. But we all bring some experience or skills or knowledge or something to the table, right? If we're gonna be any sort of team, we may as well know our strengths. And what we might be lacking.

[Maybe? Keith is now wondering if it was a bad idea to give him a way to talk to so many people at once. But he's committed now, no help for it. So he'll even go first.]

I'm Keith. Uh... I guess I'm pretty good with a sword. Pretty good in anything that flies. And I'm mostly used to being in space, lately. But it does't sound like that'll be helpful in this El Minha place. Also apparently I can fly now. So... there's that.

Anyone else feel like sharing?


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[spaceforged]

That's right. [He steers Keith down a side hall as the odd ghost like beings pass them. He glances at one briefly.] Roy said those things are harmless.

I haven't seen be them hostile. I even approached one as a lion. Nothing. But if you ask for something reasonable...they provide it.

[He sounds a touch distrustful of that. There's no way there isn't a catch. He opens the door to the dining room that's more like a tavern and proceeds on into the kitchen. He lets go of Keith to go rooting for what he'd found earlier.]

Did you change your sandwich preference is it the same as it used to be?

[lonered]

It's weird though...

[Keith glances as another drifts pass, muttering no offense just because he doesn't want to make the ghost thing mad. That seems like a bad idea.]

Same as always.

[Keith offers, with a smile. Kind of like old times, isn't it? Slipping into the Garrison kitchen for a snack because Keith had persuaded Shiro into giving him pointers in the simulator. He adds, amused.] Honestly I'm just really enjoying food that you actually need to chew.

[spaceforged]

And you can actually tell what it is? [He knows just enough about cooking in a kitchen to get in trouble. Sandwiches? Easy. He sets about making several ham and cheese sandwiches because it's fast and has a good amount of energy.]

It took me about a week or two to adjust. At the Hub island with the coven we had to hunt, gather, and cook it ourselves.

[He sets the sandwiches he's finished making on a plate. Wolf them down Keith.]

So I learned how to barbecue. [It's not that damn hard to turn meat over an open fire. No one died and it was still edible.]

[lonered]

There is something pretty magical about being able to name what you're eating, yeah.

[Keith admits with a shake of his head. No food goo. No surprise alien ingredients that were too much of an adventure sometimes.]

Not a bad survival skill. But... that other witch didn't even feed you, huh?

[Astoria is gaining a few points in his book slowly, by virtue of not being the absolute worst. So. Congratulations, Astoria. But then there are sandwiches and Keith doesn't hesitate to reach out to grab up one, managing to eat it in about four alarmingly large bites.] This is great. Thanks, Shiro.

[spaceforged]

She didn’t. Her ‘Voice’ or Representative came up with plans but ultimately it was on us to survive. But I learned a lot of valuable skills because of it.

[It’s all useful survival skills. He’ll still choose the faster route to food but in a dire situation he can make what he needs. Shiro snags a sandwich for himself and devours it just as quickly as Keith is going through his.]

Hopefully everywhere we go will keep up this magical trend that lets us know what we’re eating. So far that’s held true. And you’re welcome.

[lonered]

You... really have got the look on the bright side thing down to an art.

[He teases, but. Seriously. It's worrying sometimes... says the mulleted cynic whose glass is never half full, but not exactly half empty so much as "potential to use as an improvised weapon when shit inevitably hits the fan" but.

He's quiet while he reaches for a second sandwich, chewing thoughtfully before nodding.]

Hopefully. [And after a moment,] ...maybe we'll land somewhere with a burger place. [Dream big, Keith.]

[spaceforged]

One can only hope. [He finishes off his second sandwich and makes a few more. They both burnt through a lot of magic in a short amount of time.]

We could always try grilling our own. [It won't end as bad as one might think. Grilling and bbqing are on the same level. He'll make the extra effort for Keith. Shiro snatches up a third sandwich.]

And I can't change what happened. I met a lot of good people through our hardships. Even if most of them aren't here...what I learned I can remember them by.

[lonered]

[A mildly skeptical look at that. Keith knows his own (completely lacking) culinary abilities. But hey if Shiro learned how to campfire cook, then maybe...]

Yeah. Let's give it a try. Worst thing that can happen is we die of food poisoning.

[Keith is quiet as Shiro continues though, reaching for another sandwich but pausing before he starts in on it. He ducks his head. That sounds like Shiro, and he's missed that, more than he's good at putting into words.] It sounds like a good way to honor their memory.