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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]

[ 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!