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YONDU UDONTA ([personal profile] yondu) wrote 2021-05-09 09:26 am (UTC)

Blue Team Rundown

Yondu's just got the most blank expression as he listens to a shopkeeper in a game store ask if he's a teacher and if so what does he teach and oh man he'd not trust any of his kids with this game set. When he tips down his newly acquired sunglasses (the extent of his effort to blend in) there's a dead-eyed stare, before he takes the last model they're going to need for this and strides out. They're going to have to find a place to set up.

Then to whoever's still with him/around, he calls out a, "Alright, y'all. We need to set up shop, we need to some investigatin', an' when we get somewhere we need to take inventory, see what we got to work with." Because it'd be a bad idea for Madoka to unload her arms band. "We're gonna have to pool up some credits or somethin' if we wanna get space."

Luckily one of the folks has an idea for that.


Set up and checking in

Yondu is not great at video games, at least not ones that don't involve some sorta full body action. A physical flight simulator? He can do that. This stuff? No, he doesn't get it. But he's lucky enough to have people to set him up so he can check in on people on and off.

He ends up bewildered by what he's seeing on the occasions when they're attacked, He doesn't see vines, but distortions in the video display. Pixelization and grainy shapes, and each time he'll go over and watch the person if they seem to be having difficulty. With a couple of the younger ones he knows he might sit with them quietly until he knows they have it under control.

Sometimes people will wake up at a save point and find a little bit of food and water waiting on them.

Otherwise there's not too much he can do but watch, and he'll be hanging out by Kaiba's laptop doing that.


Having a Rest (Closed to Purple!Kyoko, Blue Leader!WangJi, and Cherry)

If he knew a person had a significant other that might be sharing a room with them, he didn't bother to bug 'em. But there are a few that'd find him on their rented doorstep on a few of the nights, knocking quietly on their door, hoping they're still up.

As a slave he always slept in military settings. As a Ravager, he tended to sleep around other Ravagers. On the train he had roommates. And here? Here he found himself alone in a room with the sounds outside of it too loud and the isolation in it magnifying that creeping sense of loneliness that nearly kills him sometimes.

So he's finding floors to sleep on. Someone else each night, so he doesn't get damned wierd(er) about it. Always greets 'em with a sad basset look and a touch of a knowing cringe. "Mind if I take up some o' your floor space tonight?"

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