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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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She continues to spray the hanging air plants with the provided water bottle.]
But I'm here if you need any assistance. I know there are a lot of plants I haven't seen or heard of before I was brought here.
no subject
You're new, too, huh? When did you get dropped on board?
[ There seem to be a lot of people in his situation. What kind of anomalies are they generating with their hyperdrive? ]
no subject
She had been brought in during a really stressful moment in time so...it makes sense that she's lose track of it.]
Over seven days ago I believe? Give or take. You humans would refer to that as about a week, I guess.
[She's just assuming 1) that you're human because of those hideous ears and 2) that all humans have the same measurement of time.]
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because reason. He turns away from the plants with a shrug, his attention now firmly on Allura. ]Sounds about right. I'm feeling antsy already. Being stuck on the far side of the universe from where I'm supposed to be is... not fantastic. Feels like half of us sh ouldn't even be here - how do they operate a fleet if they just pull random people in everytime they make a jump?
[ He sounds a touch frustrated. ]
Oh - yeah. I'm Luke.
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Anomalies are not that common. I certainly shouldn't be here.
[From the terse tone of her voice, she's equally as frustrated, lips drawn to a thin line. On one hand, her being here with no trace of the Galra means that the Galra won't find her or the Castle-ship.
But it's not her that truly matters, but the Paladins. And who knows where they are.]
Regardless of the circumstances of our being here, it is a pleasure to meet you, Luke. I am Princess Allura of the planet Altea. [A pause, and then...] And I am well aware working in a flower shop is hardly the role I'm suited for.
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[ Browsing or any sort of shopping has been entirely forgotten. At least for now. He settles his weight, brow furrowed in thought. His expression morphs into a smile when she introduces herself, though. He seems to keep meeting princesses. ]
Nice to meet you, Princess.
[ He sounds like he genuinely means it. ]
You can say that again. You kinda remind me of another princess I know.
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[She's unsure of the war this man may be fighting, although, what he says gives her pause. Seeing as this man's human, she's assuming he's from Earth, but slowly she is starting to realize that not all humans on this ship are from similar universes as others.]
What sort of war have you been fighting?
[Her expression is that of concern and veiled interest.]
Really? You mean beyond the title?
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[ Luke shrugs. That's the very short version (and the right one, as far as he's concerned). Her response makes him grin and he segues into another topic. ]
Yeah. She's actually here. You both... Well, it seems like you don't let people push you around. You've definitely got that going for the both of you.