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“Hello listeners. Hope you’re enjoying this week’s episode of Legends From Your Backyard. We will be continuing this story of The Jersey Devil in two weeks once Pidge is done with their final exams. Don’t forget to check out the different shows also hosted by The Pod Net like Biologic Phenomena, StarTalk, and Flick Hack.” Keith took a breath, leaning away from his mic while recording the commercial messages, reading over the script he typed up during his lunch break. “Don’t forget, PodCon is coming up in about a month, and while we won’t be doing a live show, both Pidge and I will be attending this year along with a lot of other really cool ‘casters on the network. If you’re in the LA area, come check it out and stop by our table. We’ll be tweeting out the location once it’s announced. If you’re not, there is a livestream pass that you can purchase to have live feed from the shows all weekend. Either way if you want to register, use the promo code Legends to get a five dollar discount.
“Thanks again for tuning in and if you like something we talk about, let us know. If you see something strange in your backyard, let us know about that too. We’re on the twitter at LegendsFYB and you can email us at [email protected]. If you’re enjoying what you’re listening to, don’t forget to leave us a review on iTunes and tell your friends because we are just a couple of broke millennials living paycheck to paycheck who don’t spend anything on advertising.” Keith glanced up and down his list, checking that he hasn’t forgotten any of his announcements. Content with the speech so far, as most of it is repeated biweekly, he continued, “While you’re listening, send some positive vibes Pidge’s way and hope they get some sleep between exams and code reviews in the next week and we will be back with the next installment in two weeks. Now let’s get back to this week’s episode.”
He cut the recording there. He listened to his third recording of the same message. Finally satisfied, he copied the recordings into the Dropbox folder for this week’s episode before typing an email out to Pidge.
To: Pidge Holt [[email protected]]
Subject: Jersey Devil 1
Hey Pidge,
I still don’t see why you won’t let me edit since you’re too stuck in exams to even record this week but oh well. I did a rough cut already and everything you need is in the drop box (except all the sound effects but those are somewhere on your external drive that I don’t even want to start looking for).
Come home soon I’ll even make you dinner if you’re not stuck in the lab all night again.
-K
Keith sent the email before abandoning his computer. It was the first time in a while he had a day off and his body was screaming for a nap. After 4 consecutive 10 out of 12’s, he needed it.
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Keith woke up three hours later to the X-Files theme song blaring by his ear. Still half asleep he swatted towards his phone, managing to slide a finger across the screen to answer. “It’s Kogane.”
“Keith! Why didn’t you tell me?” Pidge practically screamed into his ear.
He sat up, rubbing sleep out of his eyes, “Hold up, what didn’t I tell you? I’m not psychic kid.”
He could hear Pidge’s exaggerated breath, “PodCon. You said you had to work and couldn’t go, again.”
“Yeah, I talked to my supervisor for this project and she got someone else to AD for her on that shoot,” Keith clarified.
Pidge went quiet for a moment, clearly thinking, “So, don’t get me wrong I’m glad you’re going, but do you have housing figured out? I mean it’s LA you can’t just crash in a car. Wait, you’re not driving there are you? That would just be too much, even for yo-”
“Pidge,” Keith interrupted their train of thought.
“Yeah?”
“Believe it or not, I may have put a thought or two into this before I told you.”
“What? You, Mr. Impulse? Actually thinking things through?” Pidge laughed on the other end. “You can’t blame me being surprised, Keith.”
Keith huffed out a breath, “Yeah, yeah. Besides Shiro was the one who talked to me about it. I’m crashing with him and Matt.”
“Are you sure about that?” Pidge showed hesitation, “I know for a fact that you are the Lightest Sleeper In The World and Matt snores like a banshee. Wait, I thought Shiro mentioned Allura’s staying with him too?”
“I have earplugs and no other options this late in the game. The hotel is already booked up so it’s stay in Old Man City or two miles away. And yeah, Allura and Coran are in too so it’s going to be a full room. I’ll just pack an air mattress or something.”
Keith heard Pidge typing away on their laptop on the other end, “No, no you don’t just give me a minute.”
“Pidge don’t go and ask your roommates, I promise I’ll be fine.” Keith sighed.
“No well respecting best friend of mine will be sentenced to suffer in a hotel room with my shithead older brother.” Pidge went quiet, typing out on their computer some more, “Ah, Sick as hell!”
“You’re sick as hell.”
“Shut up.” Pidge said, “Message Shiro tell him you’re not rooming with them. I got you space in my room. Hunk gave me the okay.”
Keith raised an eyebrow, “Wait, your room wasn’t filled to the brim?”
“Nah, apparently their original roommates dropped out at the last minute and I messaged them like a day after they originally filled up so I was the first one to know they had the opening. I didn’t realize they never filled the fourth slot.” Pidge clarified. “I’ll let Hunk know you’re in and have him add you to the group chat.”
Keith let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, “Great, I guess I’ll message Shiro then.”
“Hell yeah you will, and when you do tell him Matt sucks. Ah shit my group just showed up, I gotta go, Keith. I’ll get this edited and sent in over the next few days. Bye.” Pidge didn’t wait for a reply before hanging up.
Keith removed his phone from his ear and before opening his chat bubble with Shiro he sent a text to Pidge.
To: Pidge
Keith: Okay but are you coming home today?
Keith: I need to know if I can throw a mad rager in your absence
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By some miracle, Pidge and Keith got tickets for the same flight, so thankfully were able to split the LA cab fair. Keith was too busy looking out the window, taking in the sights of Palm Trees and picturesque villas lining the streets, a combination he would have never expected, so he missed when Pidge first spoke up. He turned, only to see Pidge staring at him, waiting for him to say something. “I’m sorry?”
“If you were listening, you would have heard me say that Hunk and Lance are gonna meet us in the lobby to get us our room keys. Hunk texted to make sure we landed alright and asked if we were hungry. I told him that if the soundtrack of your stomach from the last 45 minutes of the flight was accurate that yes, you are in fact hungry.”
“I wouldn’t be if someone didn’t eat all my snacks on the last layover,” Keith mumbled, slouching back into his seat. Pidge flicked his thigh.
“Shut up we’ll be there in ten minutes.”
It was on par with one of the longest ten minutes of his life. He was half asleep again when Pidge was nudging him out of the car, signaling they made it to the hotel. Keith leaned over to pay the cab driver before meeting Pidge at the trunk to pull out their luggage. Pidge must have been on their phone the whole time because it wasn’t long before they were greeted by two guys with badges around their necks walking out of the hotel.
“Pidge! Keith! Glad you made it!” Hunk called out. Sure Keith had talked to him before, but it was only through mandated events and message boards their Network hosted. He’d listened to their podcasts enough to know they had a big presence, but it still didn’t add up to how big their presence was in person.
Lance walked up by Pidge, ruffling their hair, “Yeah, we were beginning to worry that you were never gonna show! Honestly I was real tempted to grab dinner without you both but Hunk insisted that you guys needed into the room or something.” He reached for Pidge’s carry-on mid speech. “I hope you all like sushi though, Allura recommended a place that’s a 10 minute walk away that I’m dying to try.”
Hunk folded their, now abandoned, coats that Keith had placed on his bag before leading the pack into the hotel lobby.
Keith had been in his fair share of nice hotels. Chicago was full of them and working for the local PBS station he had shot in a majority of them, but LA was on it’s own set of standards. The lobby was about the size of a grand ballroom, with a blown glass sculpture serving as an elaborate centerpiece, with couches and tables surrounding it in all directions. He felt like he was walking for miles just to cross the room before they reached the elevators. Lance pressed the button while he was retelling some of the misadventures of his and Hunk’s drive from San Diego. “So, needless to say the car is not leaving the parking garage until we’re checking out in 4 days.” Lance says as Keith is pulled back in the conversation.
Before one of the elevators came back down, Keith heard a series of very loud voices approaching, “Well if it isn’t the ditcher himself. First of all, I am personally offended that you would pick my younger sibling over me,” Matt started upon approaching the elevator, “Second of all you didn’t have to rub salt on the wound and call me an asshat.” He pounded his chest mimicking a hurting blow.
Keith rolled his eyes, “Hey don’t blame me, it was all Pidge’s fault.”
“Thanks, dick.” Pidge mumbled under their breath before turning to Shiro moving in next to Matt, “When did you all get in?”
“This morning,” Shiro said in his ever-cheerful tone that only slightly annoyed Keith in his jetlagged state.
Matt leaned in close to Shiro, loudly whispering to the younger group, “Yeah, cause someone had to go to pre-con board meetings or something. Disgusting if you ask me.”
“No one did, Matt,” Pidge and Keith said at the same time as the elevator door opened.
He threw up his hands in defense. “Fine, if you’re going to keep dragging me like this maybe I won’t invite you all to the annual Pod Con Day Zero DND Session tonight.”
Pidge rolled their eyes, “Come on maybe you won’t invite us but Shiro’s too nice to leave us out. It is tradition after all.” Keith raised an eyebrow towards them, to which they responded with their ‘I’ll explain later’ gesture.
Matt glared at Shiro who shrugged and said, “What can I say, I can’t leave them out of tradition.”
“Traitor,” he narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms, turning back to the door.
The door opened, and as Shiro and Matt got out of the elevator, Shiro turned to them, “Be in 615 at 8. Bring drinks and your character sheets and die if you have them. We have some extra sets but they’re on a first come first served basis.”
Pidge grinned, “Will do!” As the door closed, they turned towards the three boys still in the elevator, “So you all in to fuck with Matt’s campaign once again?”
Hunk grinned wide, “Day 0 Traditions are always the highlights of Pod Con and I’m glad that this year will be no different.”
“Please, Pidge, I was born ready,” Lance laughed, “besides I didn’t spend last week building a new character for nothing!”
“Let me guess, they’re a half-elf, chaotic good, ranger who’s gonna go the archer path?” Pidge side eyed him. Lance furrowed his brows, “You know I love all of your characters, but you’re so predictable.”
Lance shrugged, “What can I say, I’m just very dexterous,” he said as the elevator door opened and he led the group down the hall on floor 10.
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Keith’s phone buzzing woke him up far before anyone else the next morning, not that he was complaining. He rolled over to a text from his brother, responding as his eyes slowly adjusted to the screen brightness.
Shiro: I know DND ran late last night but did you still want to run this morning?
Oh, right. Keith thought, rubbing sleep out of his eyes before typing out his response.
Keith: Of course. Meet you downstairs in 20?
He quickly gathered a set of running pants, workout binder, and shirt before sneaking into the bathroom to get changed. Once he got out, he made sure to grab his phone and wallet from the bedside table before heading to the elevator.
Shiro was already in the lobby by the time he made it down. “Thought you went back to sleep. I was getting ready to leave without you, kid.”
“You’re one to talk, child,” Keith grumbled. “Do you have a course in mind or did you just want to talk?”
Shiro laughed as he stood, “Can’t a guy just want to spend some time with his brother? Come on, I’ll get coffee on our way back”
“Most people do,” Keith said, “but you? There are always ulterior motives. What’s up?”
Shiro sighed, defeated as they stepped out of the hotel, waiting to turn the block before breaking into a light jog, “I guess I didn’t get a chance to talk to you since you got in yesterday.”
“What are you talking about? You had plenty to say when I couldn’t pick any of those locks last night.”
“And that’s why you don’t let Pidge make your character sheet without input. You gotta try a fighter, that’s more suited for you.” Shiro clarified. “But all that aside, are you doing any better?”
“Yeah, I guess,” Keith responded, though sounding more like a question than an answer. The last time he really got to see his brother was in his last semester of school, two weeks before he made the decision to not return for the following semester in order to keep better tabs on his mental health and save money on student loans before he figured out what he really wanted. He knows he’ll go back when he’s ready, and Keith knows that now is not that time. “Work’s been keeping me busy so at least I’m not sitting around counting cracks in the ceiling.” He looked down at the sidewalk before turning back to Shiro, “How’s DC?”
He sighed deeply, “It’s good, but don’t think you can just change the subject on me.” He glanced over at Keith, “Really though, are you alright?”
“God Shiro, you’re such a dad,” Keith rolled his eyes, “yes, I promise I’m doing fine. They keeps me busy at the station and the rest of the time I’m recording with Pidge.”
“You keeping up with all your appointments and everything?”
“Yes, I swear,” Keith took a deep breath, controlling his tone before he said something stupid. “Look, Shiro, I get it, you’re concerned about me. I promise I’m doing alright. Chicago’s fine. I’m fine. Can’t I just have one morning of jogging with my brother without him trying to dig into my psyche?”
Shiro laughed, “Fine, I get it. I’ll quit probing.” Keith took a breath. “It’s a force of habit and someone’s gotta do it.”
Keith got where he was coming from. Their mom had died in Keith’s second year of college so Shiro took up the responsibility of checking on his well-being. They jogged in peace for half a minute before Keith spoke up again, “Fly anywhere cool recently?”
“You wouldn’t believe it,” Shiro’s face lit up, “So about a month ago I was out in Alaska. Let me tell you, it was beautiful. You have to go sometime, Keith. There’s so much snow up there you would never believe it.”
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Keith quietly opened the door to the hotel room with his fresh coffee in hand. To say the least, he was greeted by a madhouse.
“Hunk! What bag is my morning moisturizer in?” Lance spoke across the bed as he dug through 3 matching bags.
Hunk looked up pensively for a moment before snapping his fingers and turning towards his roommate, “We put it with the juice so we’d remember to refrigerate it when we arrived.”
Lance almost tripped over the bed trying to get across the room to open the fridge. His moisturizer was there, just as Hunk had promised. “You’re a genius and a lifesaver and for that and everything else about you, I love you.”
Hunk blew a kiss at him to return the gesture.
“Gross,” Pidge said from the bed, fully dressed with their hair still wrapped in a towel. Lance turned to give them a look before realizing they weren’t even paying attention.
Keith did his best to walk across the room back to the far bed where his and Pidge’s bags were kept, looking for his clothes for the day. He started a pile on the bed before addressing the room, “Does anyone else need the bathroom? I still need to shower.”
Lance jumped up, scurrying around the room, grabbing two more bottles he had set on the bed, “Can you give me five more minutes?”
“Sure,” Keith shrugged as he sat on the bed next to Pidge.
Pidge paused from their edit, narrowing their eyes at Keith before shouting, “Hurry up Lance, he stinks.”
Keith nudged their bicep as Lance stepped out of the bathroom. His face half covered in his morning scrub he looked them dead in the eyes and simply said, “suffer.”
They looked back at Keith, “remind me again why I took pity on you and asked Hunk to let you sleep here.”
“I don’t know, cause your brother’s a dick or something?” Keith shrugged, “your words, not mine gremlin.”
Pidge nudged him back for that comment.
“Okay, real talk though, how long has he been working on that campaign? That was way to comprehensive for a one night ordeal. Sure fighting everything was fun, but I wanted to meet more of the villagers. The half-orc that owned the pie shop sounded cute.” Hunk asked.
Lance, talking from the bathroom doorway, dabbing a damp washcloth onto his face. “Honestly, he outdid himself this year. Sucks we can never do an actual campaign with him though.”
“Who says we need him? I’ve been writing a campaign for a few months now. I’ll totally GM if you guys want me to.” Pidge offered. “I have some notes for it on my hard drive if you want to try out the beginning something this weekend.”
“Holy shit,” Hunk offered.
“Nerd,” Keith spoke under his breath, earning himself another nudge.
“Let’s do it!” Lance emerged from the bathroom, a bag of products in his arms, “Bathroom’s all yours, buddy.”
Keith gathered his clothes and soaps off the edge of the bed and made his way towards the bathroom.
“We can just use our characters from last night if you really want to play while we’re still here.” Pidge offered, “I’ll check the schedule and see what’s going on the next few nights, or we can just play it by ear.”
Keith shut the door to the bathroom unaware of what exactly he’s getting himself into, or well what Pidge is getting him into on the other side of the wall. All he can really tell is Lance and Hunk are excitedly half-shouting on the other side about one thing or another.
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Throughout the con, they’re all signed up for different shifts at Altea Audio’s table. He found that he really loved getting to know his roommates during shifts. He didn’t quite understand how they were both so extroverted. Keith had hardly been out at the booth for 2 hours and was ready to sit in his hotel room with the lights out for a little bit. He was putting up a front for the sake of their network, but was ready for five minutes when listeners didn’t surround the table and ask questions.
It wasn’t that he wasn’t grateful for the opportunity, he was just having a hard time getting used to all of it. Lance was sitting next to him, chatting up every person that came up to their booth like it was the highlight of his day and what he was meant to do.
As Lance finished up his conversation, he turned to Keith. Reading his expression his eyebrows furrowed, “You doing alright?”
“Oh, uh, yeah.” Keith took a breath, “How do you do this all the time?”
Lance turned to face him this time, “That’s the thing. I’m a physics student, I don’t do this all the time. This is just a twice a year thing.” He laughed to himself leaning in closer to Keith speaking quieter this time, “Every time Hunk and I get home from one of these types of things, when we’re not in class we’re in our rooms getting back into the swing of things. We hardly talk and honestly it’s weird for us, which you can probably tell just from knowing us for a whole day.” Keith nodded as Lance continued, “It’s weird to get used to. Honestly, I had to trade out a couple of shifts my first time because of anxiety. Everyone here gets it, so if you’re really feeling it, just know that no one is going to judge you. We’ve all been in your shoes.”
Keith didn’t know how much he really needed to hear that until it was said.
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The room had decided to wait until their last night of the con to play their new campaign. Keith had long ditched his binder and was hunched over on the edge of the bed in his too-big-hand-me-down-sweatshirt staring intently at the map that Pidge had drawn out over the past two days. They were using the lid of a pizza box as a rolling surface, since none of them wanted to sit outside the comfort of their own bed.
“So as you’re about to sneak back into your military housing, the alarms start blaring, and you see a ship crash onto the surface about 150 meters out. What do you do?” Pidge prompted the boys.
Lance thought for a second, “Is anyone else coming?”
“Roll a perception check.”
Lance grabs the d20 and rolls it onto the pizza box, “Plus 2, so 14.”
“No one is coming, but you can assume that the alarms mean they’re going to start sending people from the Garrison.” Pidge clarified.
Hunk stammered, “I don’t know guys, maybe we should just head back in and do more investigating in the morning.”
“I’m already running to the edge of the building. Is there a way down?” Keith asks, preemptively grabbing his die. The die on the box reads ‘16’.
“Well,” Pidge started, “there’s a ladder leading from the second level to the ground, but you have to jump from the fourth to the third to the second. I’ll let you do that with one acrobatics roll.” They looked up at the two other boys, “That goes for anyone.”
Lance and Keith roll their die almost immediately, getting a 15 and a 12 respectively. “Uh, 18 for me,” Lance looked up from his sheet after reading his modifier.
“Guys, are you sure we should be doing this, I feel like the professionals would have more of an advantage on this one.” Hunk tried to persuade them.
“13,” Keith read. He turned to Hunk, “No Hunk. Iverson is a dick and like hell am I going to let him check this out before we do.”
“Fine,” Hunk grabbed his dice. “So you know, this is just to make sure you both stay out of danger. 14.”
Pidge looked between them, “Okay you all barely make it to the second level without more than a scratch. Lance, you make it down the coolest and you’re on your feet. Hunk, you have to steady yourself for a second but you’re there and landed on your feet. Keith, you fucking fell. While you didn’t loose any hit points, the only thing bruised is your ass and maybe your ego.”
“Ouch,” Lance looked over at Keith.
Keith grumbled, “Fine, I get up and go down the ladder.”
“Since you all are military trainees, I’m just going to assume you know how to use a fucking ladder so you don’t have to roll for it, however I need you all to do a athletics check to see who gets to the ship fastest.” Pidge offered.
“9.”
“18.”
“16.”
“Okay, so Keith, you get there first and Lance is right on your tail. Literally. Hunk you’re about a minute behind them. Roll a perception check.”
Lance rolled first, “22.”
“Okay, so you see down the hall there is a really big door that looks locked tight. There is no one else in this hallway what do you do?”
“Is there a lock?” Keith asked, looking through his inventory, finding his lockpick set.
“Lance didn’t see one.”
“I kick down the door,” Keith exclaimed, grabbing his die in anticipation.
“Oh no you don’t, I saw it first, so I should get the opportunity to kick it first.” Lance glared as he snatched up his d20, rolling it very intently keeping eye contact with Keith. They keep contact, their glares deepening to one another as they hear the sound of a die hitting the box. Looking down, they read the nat 20.
“So, while you two were busy being homosexual, Hunk studied the blade and kicked down the door with ease,” Pidge narrated.
“Excuse you,” Lance glared.
Pidge rolled their eyes, “Fine, bisexual. Whatever, you happy?” Lance nodded. “So anyway, there are three people surrounding a man on what looks to be an operating table. You recognize his face as the Pilot from the mission a year ago where the entire crew just disappeared. He’s alone and starts to sit up.”
“I run over to him and help,” Keith offers.
“Alright,” Pidge clears their throat, “Who are you? What are you doing here?”
“So, I’m Lance, and these weird boys are Hunk and Keith. I go over to his other side. We’re gonna help you out of here. We’re from the Galaxy Garrison and you crash landed about 200 yards in front of it.”
“Lance,” he looked towards Pidge, “roll persuasion.”
“15.”
“Okay, he stands and walks with you, leaning heavily between you both.” Pidge looks across the bed, “Where are we going?”
“Hopefully somewhere to keep you safe,” Hunk offered.
Pidge nodded, “Alright, lets roll, um perception, yeah this is perception.”
The trio all looked amongst each other, slightly terrified before grabbing die.
“What the fuck,” Keith looked down at his crit fail. Lance and Hunk didn’t do much better, scoring a 5 and 7 with modifiers.
Pidge’s face lit with a mischievous smirk, “As you’re about to leave the room, you hear shouts as laser guns fire into the room. One grazes Keith’s shoulder for,” Pidge pauses to roll a d4, “2 points of damage.”
“Fuck.”
“Three armed guards walk into the room, wearing the same insignia as the Garrison.” Pidge continues.
Lance waves his arms, “Hold up, hold up. Don’t shoot. We’re with you guys. I mean we work with you.”
“That would be a negative,” Pidge spoke, holding their hands onto their face as if speaking through a mask, “all students are currently on lockdown. All unauthorized personnel are to be taken in for questioning.”
Hunk quivered for a moment, “Uh, guys this is bad what do we do.”
Pidge’s eyes lit up. “There’s only one thing left to do at this point.” They looked between the three boys in front of them, “let’s roll initiative.”
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“Alright, so you’re piloting your stolen land vehicle and you lost the Garrison officials that were on your tail. What do you do?” Pidge offered.
“What’s around?” Lance asked, grabbing his d20. “12.”
Pidge looked up, grasping their computer, “So when you look to your left, you see some desert dirt. To your right, more dirt. Straight ahead? You guessed it. Dirt!”
Keith rolled his eyes. He lazily reached for his die while still leaning on Hunk. “Add 1 to that.”
“Okay, with a 15 you see there’s a shelter up ahead.”
“Let’s go there,” Keith deadpanned.
Pidge looks between Lance and Hunk as they nodded in agreement, Lance’s nod a little more motivated than Hunk’s. “Alright, you make it to the shack. Roll Perception.”
Hunk grabbed his die, “Really Pidge? How much more do you have?” He rolled. “18.”
“I just want to set up this bit of narrative then you all can decide if you want to continue this later.” Hunk and Keith looked so relieved, “Well the front door isn’t locked so you peek in and on the wall is a Conspiracy Theory board. There are pictures of the neighboring cliffs tacked up along with markings.”
“Pidge what the fuck. It is too late to start with this shit.” Keith grumbled.
Pidge held up the bird while they continued. “The guy you picked up looks at it very closely. I think I’ve seen this before.”
“Of course you have,” Keith threw his arms in the air.
Lance glares at him, “What my friend here is trying to say is where have you seen this?”
“The aliens that captured me. When I was spying around before I escaped I saw these symbols and they were talking about a thing called ‘Voltron’.” Pidge spoke. “It’s some sort of super weapon. I think they’re trying to find it to control the whole universe.”
“SHIT! Now this I can get into,” Lance exclaimed. “Wait, does this mean we get to go to space?”
“What the fuck please don’t make us go to space now,” Keith grumbled.
“I think I’m with Keith on this one. You night owls talk about aliens all you want but I gotta get some sleep sometime tonight.” Hunk offered. “Besides, don’t you have to take a cab at 7 or some ungodly hour like that?”
“Fine. Well do you all want to know what would have happened?” Pidge asked.
Hunk started to nod his head as Lance nearly shouted, “No! Hell no, Pidge. Let’s play it!”
“Lance, it’s almost 11 o’clock already. Can we just go to bed already,” Keith cried out.
Lance sat up on his knees, “Not tonight dummy, just in general. I really want to know what happens but I don’t want Pidge to just read their shit notes. I want to play it out!”
Hunk looked over, “But we probably won’t see each other until PodFest East and that’s still 6 months away.”
“Who says we have to wait?” Pidge looked up from their computer, “Hear me out, what if we just all skype in and play? You two live together and Keith and I live together so we’ll know if someone is fudging rolls.”
“So I hear you, and would like to offer, what if we record it too? We all have the equipment. We just have to get our schedules to match up for a couple hours.” Lance suggested.
Keith perked up, not quite leaning off of Hunk, “That actually sounds like fun.”
“But can we make new characters? I feel like our team right now is too caster heavy and we’ll just screw ourselves in the long run.” Hunk offered.
“Yes please,” Keith exaggerated, remembering how Shiro suggested a fighting class for him earlier.
Pidge shut their laptop, “so it’s settled. We’ll all make new characters and I’ll start a doodle poll and see when everyone is available in the next few weeks.”
“Oh! Make sure to specify time zones too,” Lance chimed in.
“Right! Good thinking, but I’m telling you now it’s going to be Central since I’m setting it up.” Pidge said as Lance nodded.
“Great, so now that that’s settled can I please go to sleep? It’s like 1am or something.” Keith grumbled, starting to put his dice back into its bag.
“No it’s not, Keith it’s only-“ Lance cut himself off before remembering his roommates’ time zone difference, “Alright, let’s clear off the bed. Does anyone want the last pizza slice before I throw it out?” Hunk looked offended for a moment before he clarified, “by throw it out I mean throw it into my mouth.”
Pidge rolled their eyes, “it’s all yours kid, just get off my bed already.”