Kent Clark (
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Kent/Feldspar
"Just once more," they had said when Ellie's team petitioned for it. She was busy with Palmer, falling in love with science while he fell in love with God, and Kent was left to pick up the pieces. He wanted another damn go at it. The Machine had a pricetag in the billions; it was begging to be used again.
But they wouldn't let Ellie go. They wouldn't let just anyone go. They wanted someone who knew how it worked, who had been there from the beginning, but someone who isn't completely taken in by Ellie's words.
That leads them to a dozen people and they end up with Kent. He's blind, but that's not what decides it. They claim that he wouldn't hallucinate the way Ellie did. That he has a unique perspective.
And, he's already proven himself steady and loyal.
He experiences it all the way that Ellie does, but something goes wrong on the other end. Maybe another terrorist attack. Maybe not. All he knows is that he's in the sphere and then, suddenly, he's floating, unable to find his footing until a great crash and he slams into the bottom of the machine.
He groans, pulling his helmet on with a grunt and a wince.
"Fuck this," he mutters, finding the edge of the sphere with his hands. There was a door there somewhere. He just - has to find it.
But they wouldn't let Ellie go. They wouldn't let just anyone go. They wanted someone who knew how it worked, who had been there from the beginning, but someone who isn't completely taken in by Ellie's words.
That leads them to a dozen people and they end up with Kent. He's blind, but that's not what decides it. They claim that he wouldn't hallucinate the way Ellie did. That he has a unique perspective.
And, he's already proven himself steady and loyal.
He experiences it all the way that Ellie does, but something goes wrong on the other end. Maybe another terrorist attack. Maybe not. All he knows is that he's in the sphere and then, suddenly, he's floating, unable to find his footing until a great crash and he slams into the bottom of the machine.
He groans, pulling his helmet on with a grunt and a wince.
"Fuck this," he mutters, finding the edge of the sphere with his hands. There was a door there somewhere. He just - has to find it.
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Kent snorts. "You dont know that."
He does stand to fix himself, washing his hand before he uses it to slick his hair back.
"Acceptable?"
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At Kent’s question they raise their head and look at him from head to toes, smiling as his handsome face makes their insides all soft and gooey.
“Yeah, you look fine.”
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"Alright."
He grabs his stick and holds out a hand for them. He's not leaving without a goodbye kiss.
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They are in trooooouble here.
Fortunately there’s plenty to do, and Feldspar winds up joining Tuff in the cave to help them haul materials out of the deeper parts of the mine. Tuff never could handle the zero G cave, and Feldspar is happy enough to bounce around like a hatchling in “space” without the suit.
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Kent takes the hatchlings out on an adventure through the outer parts of the village, telling his stories.
When he comes back, he's got Chert's hand in his and they help him bring the record player to the campfire that night.
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They don’t think they’ve ever seen Gneiss look so excited. Or Rutile. Or Spinel… all of the elders, really.
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Kent leans over the record player, making sure that it's at the right placement. He starts up the music as everyone collectively holds their breath.
It starts with classical, but the pop will come soon.
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At Ode to Joy Gneiss, Slate, and little Riebeck bring out their banjos and guitars and pluck along with the melody, the awe fading from their expressions, replaced with pure excitement.
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Kent can hear the way that they prepare, the extra sounds underneath played by the Heartheans making him smile. He sits down beside the record player, making sure to pause between songs.
"Okay, the next is a dance song," he tells them.
It's the Spice Girls.
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Feldspar hums along to it - it’s the second time they’ve heard the song, and they like it. It’s weird.
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Kent laughs, hearing the footsteps and grinning as he hears them find their rhythm. He hums along, tapping his stick, his cane, against the ground to the beat.
The next few songs are the same, with Kent sometimes replaying songs on request.
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“Hey, come dance with me?”
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"I don't know how!" he confesses. "Not this way."
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"There aren't any steps to learn or anything, just move to the music with me."
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But as his feet move, he loosens up a little, even going so far as to sing along with him.
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"You dance the way we do at home. Maybe it's a bipedal thing," he muses thoughtfully. He does like to get close to them, though. The song slows and ends and Kent braves a small kiss to their mouth.
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The music fades from his awareness as he returns that kiss, sliding an arm around their waist in turn.
That is, until the hatchlings (Gabbro) start laughing.
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Kent laughs, leaning his forehead against their shoulder. "It isn't a secret," he reminds them, but then raises his voice. "But maybe you should teach them a lesson anyway?"
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