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starlogs2017-01-06 01:38 am
juniberries) wrote in starlogs2017-01-06 01:38 am
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WHO: Allura & YOU!
WHERE: Nice Stems Flower Shop (and by extension the Shopping Centre) & the Atrium
WHEN: January 3rd-6th
WHAT: Allura's falling into a rhythm on the Eluvio.
WARNINGS: N/A so far
A. [NICE STEMS]
[Sure, Allura loves flowers...what woman doesn't? But she's never been a florist before, nor does she recognize any of the flora provided for sale in the shop. And this is clearly not a job suited for someone who expected to much more with herself than work retail. She's a Princess, for galaxy's sake! Taking care of plants is a hobby at most, not a job, especially when the role you had before all this was to save the galaxy.
A thought that still weighs heavy on her, frustratingly so, to the point where she's gotten herself accidentally kicked out of the back room for cutting the stems of a floral arrangement too short for a proper display.
As of now, she's out front, misting air plants hanging from glass bulbs. When she hears the familiar chime of someone entering the store, she turns, managing a smile in place of her frustration. Mainly because it's almost time for her to clock out.]
May I help you?
B. [Atrium]
[She realizes there's a bit of irony of going to the Atrium after work before heading to the hangar to return to the Castle-ship, but just because her job is a poor fit doesn't mean she still can't come and appreciate the outdoors...or what comes close to it on the ship, at least.
If there's one thing the Castle-ship is missing, its a place like this, where she can sit and act as though she's outside, actually feel the leaves and smell the sweet and fresh smells of vegetation all around.
It's nothing like Altea, of course. None of the plants are familiar, the artificial sun is simply wrong, and there's really no use pretending.
She's as out of place as she ever will be. Ten-thousand years into the future, her homeplanet gone, and no one familiar around...she truly is alone, and she wonders why it still bothers her even when the threat of the Galra Empire still looms ever in her thoughts.
Frustrating knowing that she has no way back to...wherever they had been headed. No way to return to a galaxy that needs her, needs Voltron, although...perhaps the paladins had managed to reconvene in her absence.
She can only hope...
She's brought her late lunch/early dinner here, for a sort of makeshift picnic, settling on a bench near the zen garden. The space mice are already playing around in the sand, drawing shapes and even pictures, climbing up on rocks and pushing each other off them.
Allura laughs, shaking her head.]
Come on, you're messing up the design. Someone worked hard on that.
CLOSED TO SHIRO [The Hangar]
[She has to go to the hangar to begin with, the Castle-ship being as large as it is, she's required to take a shuttle whenever she wishes to return to the Eluvio. But...there's something different about today. A pull, almost like someone or something calling out to her in a way that calls to her very quintessence.
When she exits the shuttle in the hangar bay, she follows that call almost as though she's physically being pulled towards it, stopping dead in her tracks when she finally sees what's been calling to her.
The Black Lion of Voltron.]
I...I don't believe it.
[She wonders how it got here, how it was found, when she's been reaching out to feel for the Lions almost every night ever since she could access the Castle-ship, finding none of their signatures for as far as she can reach into this unknown universe.
And here it is. Plain as day. The Black Lion itself, as though it's always been here.
She moves forward, looking up at the towering robotic lion, placing her hand on its paw.]
You're here. You're really here. [Which means...it's safe. That must be what it means. But...] Where's Shiro?
WHERE: Nice Stems Flower Shop (and by extension the Shopping Centre) & the Atrium
WHEN: January 3rd-6th
WHAT: Allura's falling into a rhythm on the Eluvio.
WARNINGS: N/A so far
A. [NICE STEMS]
[Sure, Allura loves flowers...what woman doesn't? But she's never been a florist before, nor does she recognize any of the flora provided for sale in the shop. And this is clearly not a job suited for someone who expected to much more with herself than work retail. She's a Princess, for galaxy's sake! Taking care of plants is a hobby at most, not a job, especially when the role you had before all this was to save the galaxy.
A thought that still weighs heavy on her, frustratingly so, to the point where she's gotten herself accidentally kicked out of the back room for cutting the stems of a floral arrangement too short for a proper display.
As of now, she's out front, misting air plants hanging from glass bulbs. When she hears the familiar chime of someone entering the store, she turns, managing a smile in place of her frustration. Mainly because it's almost time for her to clock out.]
May I help you?
B. [Atrium]
[She realizes there's a bit of irony of going to the Atrium after work before heading to the hangar to return to the Castle-ship, but just because her job is a poor fit doesn't mean she still can't come and appreciate the outdoors...or what comes close to it on the ship, at least.
If there's one thing the Castle-ship is missing, its a place like this, where she can sit and act as though she's outside, actually feel the leaves and smell the sweet and fresh smells of vegetation all around.
It's nothing like Altea, of course. None of the plants are familiar, the artificial sun is simply wrong, and there's really no use pretending.
She's as out of place as she ever will be. Ten-thousand years into the future, her homeplanet gone, and no one familiar around...she truly is alone, and she wonders why it still bothers her even when the threat of the Galra Empire still looms ever in her thoughts.
Frustrating knowing that she has no way back to...wherever they had been headed. No way to return to a galaxy that needs her, needs Voltron, although...perhaps the paladins had managed to reconvene in her absence.
She can only hope...
She's brought her late lunch/early dinner here, for a sort of makeshift picnic, settling on a bench near the zen garden. The space mice are already playing around in the sand, drawing shapes and even pictures, climbing up on rocks and pushing each other off them.
Allura laughs, shaking her head.]
Come on, you're messing up the design. Someone worked hard on that.
CLOSED TO SHIRO [The Hangar]
[She has to go to the hangar to begin with, the Castle-ship being as large as it is, she's required to take a shuttle whenever she wishes to return to the Eluvio. But...there's something different about today. A pull, almost like someone or something calling out to her in a way that calls to her very quintessence.
When she exits the shuttle in the hangar bay, she follows that call almost as though she's physically being pulled towards it, stopping dead in her tracks when she finally sees what's been calling to her.
The Black Lion of Voltron.]
I...I don't believe it.
[She wonders how it got here, how it was found, when she's been reaching out to feel for the Lions almost every night ever since she could access the Castle-ship, finding none of their signatures for as far as she can reach into this unknown universe.
And here it is. Plain as day. The Black Lion itself, as though it's always been here.
She moves forward, looking up at the towering robotic lion, placing her hand on its paw.]
You're here. You're really here. [Which means...it's safe. That must be what it means. But...] Where's Shiro?
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[Because she actually doesn't like the idea of being alone!! Not that she's going to say that outloud. Plus, they're all in this situation together, assuming he's not a native to this ship.
He doesn't seem it, especially if he was at that party.
The mice, upon hearing his question, pause once more, three out of the four of them looking interested at him, while the largest of the bunch, the yellow one, seeming more interested in whatever it is he's eating.
Allura shoots them a Look for them to behave themselves before looking over at Yuuri.]
Yes, they're my friends from my homeplanet. They were brought here with me.
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My coach's dog came here with him, too. I think it's a little easier to deal with...everything when you have someone familiar with you.
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And yes, she did say talk to. Please don't think she's a weird mouse lady, Yuuri....
She looks over at him once more, hands settling around the bowl of her soup.]
Your coach? So that means someone you know from your homeplanet has been brought here as well?
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[Feeling braver now that he's offered food, Yuuri bends down, intending to pet the closest mouse with a gentle finger.]
Do you think they'd mind if I touched them? I've never seen mice this color before.
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[And she was also too young to properly understand them anyway. She continues watching him interact with the mice, bringing her spork up (she had to specifically ask for one, why have two utensils when you only need one, after all?) towards her mouth, but pausing, looking thoughtful.]
That may explain why you were brought here at different times here, but from the same time wherever you're from.
[She wishes Coran were here. Or even Pidge and Hunk. She's not as scientifically minded as they are.
But the mice seem to respond to his question before even answering them. The large yellow mouse being the closest one because he likely finds a kinship with Yuuri for. Some reason. The other mice congregate near his finger too, enjoying the attention from this friendly stranger.]
Well, it looks like you have your answer. They seem to like you. [She smiles warmly down at them, listening to what they have to say about Yuuri before looking back at him.] Really? Are mice a different colour on your planet?
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The mice, though, quickly draw a smile back to his face.] I like them, too. [Since they seem to enjoy being petted, Yuuri will just continue to do exactly that.] Most of the ones I've seen are white, grey, or brown. I think I'd remember seeing a yellow or blue mouse.
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[She pauses, looking Yuuri over.]
I realize it's something that Earthlings have yet to properly master.
[Because to her, all humans on this ship so far are Earthlings, even if she still knows so little of Earth despite living with five humans. But without the Galra Empire breathing down her neck in this sector of the galaxy...or in this universe, she should really take the time to learn a bit more about them. Beyond the fact that they have a tendency to sleep for long hours, whine about minor things, and yet are surprisingly and remarkably adaptable.
She remains smiling, and the mice now move to climb up Yuuri's leg, to perch contently at his knees. This is way better than playing in sand.]
I believe I've seen white and grey mice on my planet, but brown...? Certainly not on Altea.
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[When the mice crawl up onto his legs, Yuuri smiles and lets them climb onto his open hands if they want to.]
Altea... that's the name of your homeplanet? It sounds pretty.
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[But...for a seemingly insular species, it makes sense that only a select few Earthlings partake in such programs. Space travel has been so commonplace for her sector of the galaxy, and making contact with other species, that it's still a bit difficult to wrap her head around those who lack a significant understanding of space travel.
But having encountered native, planetstuck species like the Arusians and Balmerans, who also have little skills or need of space travel...she understands.
The mice, meanwhile, take advantage of the offered hands, one settling comfortably at his palm, while the others remain eyeing his food, hoping for another offer.
Allura's smile, meanwhile, grows wistful.]
It is...and it was truly a beautiful place. There's no other planet like it... [Her voice seems to drift, and she catches herself, realizing something.] Oh! I apologize, I haven't introduced myself. I am Princess Allura, it's a pleasure to meet you -- ?
[there's a familiar pause, waiting.]
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[Even with his attention divided between Allura and the mice, Yuuri doesn't miss the way the remaining mice are staring at his bag of food. Chuckling, Yuuri uses his free hand to tear off a larger chunk of bread and sets it on the bench beside him.] There you go.
I'm Yuuri Katsuki. [He offers after a moment, with wide eyes.] Oh, um, I didn't know you were a princess. You'll want to be addressed with your title, right?