By the time she's made her way to deck one, Pidge's mood has gone from agitated to visibly confused. They were meant to be going home. This is not even close to what she was anticipating. The worst part of it all is that she can't remember coming here.
Friday, with her lack of face, is not even the weirdest thing she's seen in the last year. Still, Pidge isn't in the mood to deal with whatever this is right now.
"Yea, hey. Thanks. That's wonderful- but can you tell me how to get the hell out of here? I have more important things to do than... whatever this is."
She's put the life vest on over her paladin armor, at least, so she's trying? Barely? For a moment, it seems like that's all she's going to say, and then- "Hey. You haven't seen a big guy around? Yellow headband? Super nice?" Would he even be here? Would any of them?
tried to amend my carnivorous habit
Pidge is nosy by nature, so it's only natural that she ends up inside of John's. For a long moment, she just stands there gaping at the empty space. There's no music- there's no piano. It seems kind of lame, if she's being honest.
The last thing she's expecting is to have to square off with a piano in a narrow hallway. Pidge narrows her eyes, glances around in an attempt to spot a camera, or the person responsible- but then the cover lifts, displaying rows of teeth, and she's turning immediately to run back in the opposite direction. "Nope! Not dealing with this today."
that American creation on which I feed
Of all the things Pidge has seen and done, she's never had to worry about piles of clothing, which is why she's been ignoring them in favor of digging through a rack of Hawaiian shirts. It's not really her style, but she'd like to find something that isn't Matt's old stuff.
She's in the process of deciding between one with pineapples and one with seahorses when something latches onto her leg. With a yelp, she kicks out in an attempt to free herself.
"Hey! Cut it out!" Who is she yelling at? Pidge has no idea. She hadn't noticed anyone else when she'd come in, and her search now is proving fruitless. It's safe to assume she hasn't quite put it together yet.
choose your own
[Wildcard it up! She's nosy and could potentially be snooping around wherever passengers are allowed to be. I'm also rolling with post season 7 for a canon point, which only means anything if you've watched this dumb show.]
Katie "Pidge" Holt | Voltron: Legendary Defender
By the time she's made her way to deck one, Pidge's mood has gone from agitated to visibly confused. They were meant to be going home. This is not even close to what she was anticipating. The worst part of it all is that she can't remember coming here.
Friday, with her lack of face, is not even the weirdest thing she's seen in the last year. Still, Pidge isn't in the mood to deal with whatever this is right now.
"Yea, hey. Thanks. That's wonderful- but can you tell me how to get the hell out of here? I have more important things to do than... whatever this is."
She's put the life vest on over her paladin armor, at least, so she's trying? Barely? For a moment, it seems like that's all she's going to say, and then- "Hey. You haven't seen a big guy around? Yellow headband? Super nice?" Would he even be here? Would any of them?
tried to amend my carnivorous habit
Pidge is nosy by nature, so it's only natural that she ends up inside of John's. For a long moment, she just stands there gaping at the empty space. There's no music- there's no piano. It seems kind of lame, if she's being honest.
The last thing she's expecting is to have to square off with a piano in a narrow hallway. Pidge narrows her eyes, glances around in an attempt to spot a camera, or the person responsible- but then the cover lifts, displaying rows of teeth, and she's turning immediately to run back in the opposite direction. "Nope! Not dealing with this today."
that American creation on which I feed
Of all the things Pidge has seen and done, she's never had to worry about piles of clothing, which is why she's been ignoring them in favor of digging through a rack of Hawaiian shirts. It's not really her style, but she'd like to find something that isn't Matt's old stuff.
She's in the process of deciding between one with pineapples and one with seahorses when something latches onto her leg. With a yelp, she kicks out in an attempt to free herself.
"Hey! Cut it out!" Who is she yelling at? Pidge has no idea. She hadn't noticed anyone else when she'd come in, and her search now is proving fruitless. It's safe to assume she hasn't quite put it together yet.
choose your own
[Wildcard it up! She's nosy and could potentially be snooping around wherever passengers are allowed to be. I'm also rolling with post season 7 for a canon point, which only means anything if you've watched this dumb show.]