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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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None of our jobs are exactly fit for who we are, but that's on purpose. Or so I've been told!
( It's a cheery ending statement for something he doesn't feel cheerful about; but it does suit tone when around in public, and so it's what he does. He trails along after her when she guides him toward the succulents, eyes lighting up and hands coming together to clap, like inspiration has struck. Which it has, after a fashion. )
Perfect! He has one just like these back home!
( In his bedroom. Victor wonders if the cactus he saw tucked away on top of one of the shelves at the Ice Palace was also Yuuri's, or maybe Nishigori's? He steps to the side, knuckle of his finger resting on his chin as he glances over the succulents, including the ones he has never seen before. They come in so many colours, odd shapes, and little arrangements... it's almost exciting, in a very silly way. )
You don't think it'll say the wrong thing if you give your fiance a cactus, do you? He has a healthy one back home, and I thought it would be nice to get him something for his room, but...
( He looks to Allura, trusting more in her sense of diplomacy than any particular plant sense. )
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[It just doesn't make sense. She understands being given a job for monetary purposes and to give them further roles on a ship that 'accidentally' brought them into this galaxy, but...it would make more sense to give everyone jobs they were suited for.
She's about to ask who 'he' is, when she gets her answer soon after, eyes wide as Victor looks to her for guidance,. It's...nice, actually. To be referred to in a way that better reflects what she's used to, while not having to worry about the fate and lives of those on a planet.]
Your fiance's on the ship? [She's not sure whether to congratulate a man she still barely knows, but it feels improper, so instead she just looks to the cacti, hands clasped in front of her.] Well, if I were him, I would certainly want something that reminded me of home. I think it's a very thoughtful gift.
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( He ends up saying, letting his expression become more neutral, thoughtful. It's an expression he retains as looks over the succulents; one that quickly's exchanged for a look of unguarded happiness, just thinking about how insanely lucky it was that Yuuri was here, balanced against how he wished he was safer than this place and its unknowns could promise he would be.
It's tough, but he recognises the good with the bad and chooses to live with that silver lining. There's no going back, after all. )
He is, just since about a week ago. Less?
( Probably less. Victor made a mark on the calendar he's got on his comm; marking day cycles on ship and marking dates passing a galaxy away. He gives Allura a grateful look, reaching out to pick up one of the smaller succulents. Green fading to rose, buds spread like a lopsided flower. ) Thank you. You're right. It's what I was looking for when I first got here. Anything familiar.
( It's so very, very hard to clamp down on the urge to just natter on about Yuuri; his fondness and personal bias doesn't ignore flaws, but it's also out of place unless invited. Or even invited. Having been on his own for the weeks prior, he'd felt lucky enough to have Makkachin with him. Reminding people of his own luck is cruel.
He sets down the smaller succulent, leaning in for a better look at one residing a few spaces behind. He likes the pot it's in; shimmery blue, almost opalescent. )
Have you found anything like that so far? Something that reminds you of home.
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She has far more important matters to attend to. But she's acquiescing for now, understanding the importance of having money in order to pay for goods. Making the most of what's happened.
Yet she still searches the map in the Castle of Lions for a familiar waypoint to open a wormhole to.]
It must be nice having someone familiar on board. Especially someone who means that much to you... [her voice trails off, hands still clasped in front of her as she watching Victor examine the chosen plants. The one he picks up is one that had caught her eye earlier, mainly due to the colour.
She's caught off-guard by his question, looking thoughtful.]
I was brought aboard the Eluvio with my mice friends. [she says it so seriously as though the idea of having mice as friends and not as pets is a normal thing and not something straight out of a children's animated movie.] And my ship was brought in through the anomaly as well.
[She does notice Victor eyeing another plant in a pot.]
You can purchase two plants if you'd like.
... i'm so sorry for the tldr here
they're doing the same thing now. it's just less than what he wants to appreciate. )
It's... more than I ever would have hoped for. He came here three weeks after I arrived. I didn't believe I'd ever see him again.
( Victor's voice softens as he speaks; there is more emotion held behind his words admitting to that grief than he would have generally allowed what feels like a lifetime ago. he'd not thought Yuuri would ever be here. he'd wished for it, feeling guilty and small, but he'd also wished as fervently that Yuuri would stay where he was; that he would achieve the best skating he could in the Grand Prix Finals, that Yuuri would have a life and... find another love, back home on Earth. not because Victor wanted to give up. not because Victor wanted to let go.
but because he loved him too much to want anything but the best possible life for him. it gives him a different focus and drive here; that desire to go home, the hope he'd advised Allura to have but handle practically, is as strong as it was the day he arrived. but he balances it with caution; with listening to as many sides as he might, all at once. this i snot his country. these are not his people. this is not the life he knows, or the experiences he needs in order to understand what happens around him.
so he listens. and he guards what he can, close to his heart, and wrapped in his arms when Yuuri allows him that liberty. his head comes up, looking to Allura; he smiles. )
I'm glad you have them with you. Your ship, too. I still don't understand how that works, but that's not much different from not understanding the physics behind why we can be here like this in the first place.
( his laughter is light and good hearted, making his lack of knowledge something easier to brush off. he knows he doesn't have the right mindset for it, but he's willing and able to learn what he can and support those who do. as for the plants...
Victor smiles, looking down at the table, and picking up the two that have caught his eye. )
You don't think it would be too much? Or are you just a better employee than your supervisors give you credit for being.
( the last is asked with a wink and a grin, no heat or accusation behind it, even if it's true. )