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Who: The Signless and K
What: A chance meetup. The Signless wants to put distance between himself and piranhas and winds up finding a fellow tribute. He also gets that liter of water some nice, nameless sponsor decided to throw at him!
Where: Tomorrowland
When: An hour or so after he noped out of the feast.
Warnings/Notes: Nothing yet; will edit if anything comes up.

The skin on the palm of his hand was still raw and red where he'd scraped it, but the Signless was honestly just pleased to have gotten away from the piranhas and mangled bodies. In the interest of getting as far away as possible he'd cut around the cornucopia and toward a very different looking place than the one he'd come from. This one was less stagnant jungle and more like one of the tackier Alternian battleships had been turned inside out and thrown haphazardly on the ground. He stepped gingerly over broken glass tubing and sharp bits of debris -- no point in hurting himself worse -- and headed deeper into the new area until he saw the toppled rocket. Weird. This whole place was weird.

It was as he was standing and contemplating the rocket that something nudged his shoulder. He turned just in time to see the silver parachute crumple. There was no one else around -- it had to be for him, or at the very least it wasn't claimed by anyone else.

Inside was a container of water. Well, good. He wouldn't have to contemplate going anywhere near the pond full of piranhas for several days, at least.

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The Signless's decision to enter Tomorrowland wasn't in poor taste - in fact, K had preferred it. It reminded him slightly of home. While the older troll found himself a water and a rocket, he might hear a rustle and a snap not coming from too closeby - it was certainly no sneak attack - but rather, what sounded like someone fiddling in the trees for something.

Closer investigation would reveal what appeared to be a 22 year old man with a focused expression intently picking overripe fruit and shoving them into a slightly undamaged duffel bag. He was still in his prince outfit, stained here and there with dirt and blood and all manner of grit as he worked. A hatchet was attached to his waist via some creative use of duffel bag straps - however, from its positioning, it was more there to look threatening then to be used. Certainly, K could use it - but he didn't intend to unless threatened. And he was fairly certain he could mark down threats.

In any case - approach, troll Jesus?

He figured he may as well! K didn't look immediately threatening, and he had to admit, the fruit looked very inviting after a few days not really eating much at all. He padded over, water bottle dangling from one hand.

"Hello?" he said when he was still a good many feet off, just in case the only reason this human wasn't threatening was because he hadn't noticed he had company.

K almost jumped at the voice - but he managed to control and pat down the impulse before it showed. He looked over at the other - human? Man, he didn't even know - and paused for a second, before raising his hand in a wave.

"Ah, hello." His voice was casual and had a slightly endearing, slightly disturbing robotic vibe to it. It felt like it didn't hold emotion in some ways - certainly, it was a normal human voice. But it wasn't quite a normal human tone.

There was definitely something strange about that tone, something the Signless couldn't quite place. It wasn't unfriendly, though, just jarring, so he did his best to ignore it. Friendly. Don't give him a reason to attack.

Very deliberately he holds up his hands. Then he realizes the bottle is still in one, sets it down, holds them up again. The one that's scraped looks strange, red against gray.

"No weapons." Now that he's seen it, all he wants is the fruit.

He's not about to. He nods - it's an alien, but he's not quite registering it as weird. "I'm able to see that. You're quite lucky I'm not the type to swing a hatchet around at the first opportunity." His voice had a soft lace of amusement - not much, but some, and it still sounded a bit off - as he picked another fruit - they were apples, a bright red sort - and placed it in his bag.

He wasn't aware of the Signless's want for the fruit. Else he probably would have tossed him one. This was already enough to last him a while, with proper rationing.

He relaxed the moment K gave verbal confirmation that that hatchet was going to stay right where it was. He stepped closer, moving to a different tree than K at a trusting but still comfortable distance. This one was an orange tree.

Of course, he didn't have a bag like K. After a few moments of thinking, he took off the cloak he'd been wearing at set it on the ground, before starting to fill it with oranges.

"It's good luck, there being food here," he said, because optimism was the best defense a pacifist had.

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sorry for the wait!

NP friend, finals are starting for me so I'm busy too

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