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[juniberries]

WHO: Allura & various
WHERE: on Bajikan
WHEN: throughout the month
WHAT: Allura's keeping herself busy by visiting Bajikan and its various districts. She's still kind of miffed about not being able to go on the diplomatic mission.
WARNINGS: N/A; will update if needed!

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[coran]

[ Coran doesn't get back to her immediately, but all things considered, he's relatively quick to respond. It's a fool of an advisor who doesn't pay mind to his Princess, after all. ]

Luckily I can tell you just that! Wasn't especially interested in exploring that one.

[ Even if he had been... he would never cross that line of conversation with Allura. There's just no way. Coran is glad she established already that she's not currently there, either. Like yeah, she can do what she wants, and could probably murder anyone in her vicinity as needed, but still. ]

Why do you ask? Did you want to meet up? I've been in Avaritia!

[juniberries]

[She lets out a sigh of relief when he's quick to respond, running her fingers through her hair.]

Good. Neither was I.

[A Lie, but it's easier to lie to him through text than in person, and it's...really not something she'd want to speak of with Coran anyway. She has already had the Altean equivalent of The Talk, and lest she wishes to repeat it she'll just--

Pretend. She hadn't been there. Even though she had been.

At the mention of Avaritia in his message, she looks up, scanning the gates surrounding her until finding the...admittedly most extravagant of the seven. Fishing out the gold token from her pocket, she heads towards the gate to enter, messaging Coran as she does so.]

Yes, I wanted to meet. I am currently at Avaritia's gate; just let me know where to meet you and I should be there in...however many doboshes.

[coran]

Well, if it's a matter of doboshes!

[ That's probably some kind of obscure fatherly joke. Probably. Coran thinks it's clever enough. Just as well that Allura avoided that other district, really. Bit one-track. Why not pick one with a little more going on past the gates?

Coran sends along directions to the street he's settled at. ]

Eighth building on the left! I'd come meet you halfway, but I have a very strong feeling I'm about to clean them out!

[juniberries]

[It probably is and it probably draws a fond laugh from Allura, complete with a bit of an eyeroll. And she sets her communicator aside to follow the directions she's been given.

But then...something finally sinks in. Both with the atmosphere of this district, and with what Coran had messaged her with:]

What do you mean "clean them out"?

[AND THEN:]

Are you GAMBLING, Coran?

[coran]

[ A moderately conspicuous pause, aka:

:I

He feels oddly less like he should get in trouble for this than he normally would. ]

If you could even call it that! More like showing these locals a thing or two about winning!

[juniberries]

[Admittedly, there is a certain something about the atmosphere here that makes this all seem a bit...less of an issue than perhaps it should be. But even that can't mask her memories of all the times Coran had gotten himself (and her father) in trouble due to some ill advised, off-planet gambling spree.

Allura doesn't respond-- perhaps because she thinks steely silence will get the point through or perhaps because she's arrived at the eighth building on the left as specified.

She's passing by other gamblers, of various species, age, and well what you'd expect from a tourist planet, and luckily a ginger-haired mustachioed Altean is quite easy to spot. She comes up from behind him, trying to loom over the taller man, hands clasped behind her back, trying to play the part no doubt her father had back in the day.]

Please do not tell me you have made one of your...unfortunate bets.

[coran]

[ Up she rises, like a ghost from the past. However much of Coran's focus hasn't gotten pulled into the thrill of the credit hunt, it's streaked through with just a little bit of pride, a little nostalgia.

A little bit of intimidation. ]

Allura, you've made it! [ He thinks about trying to dodge the query entirely. But she is sort of. Right There. ] I think it's only unfortunate if I lose, really. I've been on a real hot streak!