[open]

[coran]

WHO: coran + OPEN
WHERE: castle of lions + various around the eluvio
WHEN: through the event
WHAT: typical "stuff going wrong in space" fare, really. power/gravity failures at inopportune times, forced bonding, a man who does not stop talking.
WARNINGS: not at current. will add as any become necessary.

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castle of lions | essentially closed to voltrons i... guess...

[coran]

[ Another day, another catastrophic system failure that's taking an awfully long time to get properly fixed. It's suspect, is what it is, to Coran's thinking. Something breaking down the Eluvio's entire fleet all at once? There must be any number of possibilities.

Still, in trying times, one must... do what one can.

This primarily comes in the form of digging around in any parts of the engines that he can think to check while he's aboard the Castle-- and finding nothing necessarily wrong, which is a whole fresh basket of wriggling nonsense. Coran might be getting progressively testier about the lack of a definable problem source in the Castle as time goes by, try though he may to tamp down on it. But Coran puttering around the engines and muttering to himself (or floating around and muttering to himself, depending on the status of the artificial gravity) is only one drop in the ocean of possibility.

Welcome to "What Happened To All The Lights?," starring an Altean engineer elbow-deep in control panel wiring! Or "Food Goo Malfunction 2: Electric Boogaloo!" Heck, who could forget that old classic, "The Gravity Was Malfunctioning For So Long That Coran Adapted To A Handy Supply-Carting System During His Engine Check: Revenge Of The Gravity," starring Coran Yelling Quiznak Really Loudly When Stuff Hits The Floor And/Or His Foot.

And, of course, there is an ever-present risk of Coran feeling determinedly cheerful and optimistic, reality be damned. He's here to ask how someone is doing. He's here to clean. He's here with food. He's come to nag. There is no escape.

Or wildcard, for... any other possibility that hasn't been listed. ]

[juniberries]

[There's no escape but truly, Allura is thankful for his presence on the Castle of Lions, now more than ever.

With a space walk now set up between the Castle and the Eluvio, much of the Paladins are over on the ship helping others, and while Allura would want to do the same, she also knows that the Castle cannot be left unattended, and it would be unfair to simply leave Coran to do all the dirty work. So, as opposed to simply sitting around worrying all day, she's in the hangar with her trusted advisor, working on trying to get the pods working somehow, but to no avail.

And, even if they were getting somewhere, the low power and random outtages certainly weren't helping their cause. Which...is the case at the very moment. There's the telltale signs of the lights flickering, and then the lights shutting completely off, and the artificial gravity following suit.

At this point, Allura is too annoyed to let out any noise than a loud grumbling sound, and when the lights flicker on, she's floating high above the pod she had been looking at, arms crossed, eyes shut, mice floating around her head, and just looking mad.]

This is getting ridiculous, Coran. We cannot keep working under these conditions.

[coran]

[ Allura can truly understand his frustrations in this moment. And while it's unfortunate in a way that they both have to share in this ridiculous turn in luck, over and over again, it's also a bit of a relief to know that she does understand.

Coran loses sight of her between the darkness and the floating, so it takes a bit of creative twisting to turn towards her once she speaks up. Damn if Coran doesn't make himself manage it, though. ]

I know! It's so inconvenient to keep floating away from the wiring! How are we meant to get anything stabilized?

[ A rhetorical question. But one he'd love the universe to answer. ]

[juniberries]

[Allura, meanwhile, remains floating aimlessly, glad that she's had the foresight to keep her hair pulled back in its usual bun. The last time she had been caught in zero-g, her hair hadn't be tied back and it was...well, a knotty mess, to say the least.]

If we can even get it stabilized. [She knows it's rhetorical, but honestly, it is something that has been worrying her these past few weeks.] I just find it strange, Coran, that our ship is also being affected by these frequent outages.

We run on a completely separate power source.

[coran]

[ Allura's right to be worried. Their whole castle crew seems to have the right amount of worry to go around right now. This situation is so unprecedented. ]

It's definitely strange, yes. Especially considering how little looks to be wrong with anything. It all just-- failed. That's not something that happens for no reason!

[juniberries]

A few days ago I had talked with someone who thinks that these malfunctions and the recent deaths are all related.

[She shrugs her shoulders up, looking away from Coran, and her frown is less annoyed and more concerned.]

I...am loathe to say it, but I am inclined to agree with him.

[coran]

[ The deaths and malfunctions, connected? Well, they all do seem to be awfully close to each other. There's no formula for coincidence, either, so who could say with certainty?

Without any proof, at least. ]

It doesn't sound like you trust this 'someone' all that much. [ Does he need.... to aim the castle's weapons system at him. ] So if your instinct is to agree with him, it could very well be there's something worth investigating here. We can't rule anything out.