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Excuse the mess but we live here.

Who: Gladio and... anyone! If someone from Blue Team wants to come assist, they can!
What: Gladio has a mission. And is bored. So bored.
When: Egret 19, dawn. Or as dawn as you can get. And will be going on almost all day till he gets to the cabins.
Where: Currently the dining car. But he will be everywhere!
Warnings: Just a bunch of silliness, really! ^^ Gladio has only one working arm currently so this should be highly amusing. Come help him, chat to him, judge him as you pass by, whatever floats your goat.

Gladio was no stranger to getting down and dirty with the troops. His father had taught him well. Just because he was the Kings Shield didn't put him above others, he needed to do his part to the cause, so to speak.

Which was why, when the Shield discovered that his 'Team' had chores to do, he found himself in the store carriage picking through the cleaning supplies to get a start on doing just that. What else did he have to do, exactly?

After picking through the cleaning products that he would need, Gladio headed for the next carriage. For now he was only going to clean the common areas, without having permission from the other passengers he wasn't about to go barging into bedrooms demanding they get the hell out so he can tidy up their mess. No, he would start from one end and work his way through. The dining carriage was his first port of call. He had polish and cloths for tables and chairs and anything else he could find that undoubtedly had layers of dust. The kitchen he bypassed and up he went, armed and ready to do battle with dust bunnies and coffee rings.

The fact he only had one usable arm did not deter him. He didn't really need two to clean, right?

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He'd mostly been teasing her, but she was completely right. While he could happily work on his own with one hand, it took time to go from one thing to the other and back again.

"I'll go high and you go low. That's a plan." And he was more than happy to roll with it. After all, two hands were better than one.

Ple Two was teasing back - wasn't very good at the right tone for it, but she was also correct.

And a lot shorter. It was a pain getting too low, in fact. "Then we'll get this done quickly, right?"

"With any luck." Gladio agreed. While getting it done quickly was a good thing, it left him wondering what he would do with himself when it was done. But that was something he could think about later.

He smiled and grabbed up the polish. "Lets get this done." So he went high, spraying the polish and then swapping out for the cloth to wipe things down.

And it did indeed progress quickly; and required enough concentration that, blessedly, she didn't feel pressured to make up small talk.

No small talk was required, but without quite meaning to, Gladio had started to hum under his breath. The tune was in his head, and he didn't even know what it was from, if it was from anything at all. But it was there. And he was humming it. Was he humming it well? Probably not. At least his humming was better than his singing! Deep and low, a rumble that was rather pleasant on the ears, all while cleaning, wiping down stains and whisking dust away.

How, exactly, did the place get this dirty anyway?

Ple Two didn't know much music, or much about music. His voice wasn't unpleasant though and that was enough for her.

The increasingly crowded train might need cleaned even more carefully at this rate. "How many more people can this handle..."

"Beats me." Gladio replied and turned his attention to Ple Two. "Not much more, if I was to guess. We're definitely going to need more room. Over a hundred people on one train?" It was ridiculous and a wonder that more fights hadn't broken out between people.

"The sleepers are fine, but the dining car... the gym... we might need doubles?" Or to start REALLY making them bigger on the inside than the outside. "The facilities must have their limits."

"If we keep picking up more and more people, they'll have no choice but to add more space." It seemed inhumane somehow. People backed in with barely any room to move. Gladio already felt claustrophobic, throwing in more people would make this more complicated.

Ple Two was used to it. Spacecraft with luxurious open spaces were for the obscenely wealthy - military vessels were cramped, often even in the hangars when there was enough activity there. "...maybe they should get more children. We don't take up as much room."

And Gladio was used to open spaces. He preferred the outdoors. Being around nature. He just wanted to feel the damn breeze on his skin. The air within the Voidtrecker was too still for his liking.

"And they'd be made to fight. Kids shouldn't be made to fight." He glanced at Ple Two with a frown. "Must better just to make room."

He was also a lot bigger.

At least they might get a mission somewhere with fresh air. "They shouldn't be." She paused. "We I suppose... shouldn't be." Ple Two was among them, even if she couldn't feel that look on her. "But if they were already being forced to fight, then this is a better place. It was mostly a joke though."

No, he agreed. Ple Two shouldn't have been fighting either. But her world was much different from his own. Yes, he had started training at an early age, he was late in his teens when he received his first 'battle scar'. But he was considered an adult when he was finally sent out into the world to prove himself.

"If that's the case..." Gladio smiled for her. "I can't stop you or anyone else from fighting. But I can make damn sure you all come back in one piece. Even if coming back means being stuck on this train for longer."

Her world was full of nebulously psychic teenagers ending up in giant robots, who then suffered horrific trauma over the course of a war and subsequent encounters with other psychics.

"Were you thinking about staying in the next sufficiently nice world?" she asked quietly.

"It'd be a nice idea..." Gladio admitted. He sighed and dropped himself down onto a seat. "But something tells me the train wouldn't let that happen. We just have to keep doing what it wants us to do until it's finished with us."

"Frustrating, isn't it?" What a pain in the ass for some people. But... "I'd gladly stay here for... for now, certainly."

"For now..." Gladio agreed. "Just wish it would stop more often to let people out. Somewhere between missions. Once a week to a quiet place where people can get out and stretch their legs." And get some damn fresh air. Was it really too much to ask for?

"Nicer than some air I've had to breathe." However the air supply on this thing even worked. "But it would be nicer. Especially for... bigger people."

"And smaller people." Gladio grinned down at Ple Two.

"I fit quite well in cramped spaces still," she countered. "Although I wouldn't mind more time to just... enjoy it, I suppose."

Gladio laughed and had to nod, he couldn't argue with that. "Maybe you do. Shouldn't have to though!" But then he paused and looked at what they were cleaning, then laughed again. "Downside of more space though, would be more to clean."

"Even my little legs might be worth stretching, huh?" In fact they were a bit long for her height - probably a sign that she wasn't done growing? "But the cleaning is already quite extensive."

"The cleaning is a lot..." He agreed with a sigh. "Especially for two people. We should have gotten more of the team to help." Though that would be a little like herding cats, Gladio thought.

"We might have to leave some of it for others. Work in shifts or... somesuch." Not like she's an expert on cleaning - she just goes to work and gets things done.

Gladio chuckled and cast Ple Two an amused look. "Good idea. Would anyone listen though?" Because who wanted to do chores really? Especially the boring ones. Especially ones that meant cleaning up other people's messes.

With renewed vigour, Gladio went back to work cleaning. Well, as best he could one handed. But with Ple Two he knew they could get it done. "It's down to us, kiddo. You and me vs the dust bunnies."

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