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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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It's something she's gotten used to, although she knows it's something her father had done before sending the lions off, her energy being the key, a further means of keeping these Lions in the right hands. And to know of the Black Lion's acceptance of Shiro, even following the truth of its original paladin, it has her calm, collected.
The mice seem eager to get a move on, jumping off of Shiro and already scurrying towards the Lion, up along its leg towards its mouth to reach the cockpit.]
Well, the mice certainly seem keen on riding with you. [She smiles, laughing for added levity despite the uncertainty, and nods.] Thank you Shiro, I'm more than happy to accept your offer.
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it isn't, and shiro moves gingerly to climb into the pilot's seat, the wound in his side aching and glowing when he puts his hands on the controls. he has to close his eyes against the pain for a moment, but he doesn't think it'll be a problem yet. he can still pilot black, especially if the castle isn't too far away. )
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Is it just her or does it appear...to be worse than she remembers? She had only gotten a passing glance but--
The way he pauses does not go unnoticed. Concerned, she places her hand carefully at his shoulder, leaning forward.]
Are you sure you are feeling all right?
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Of course. [ he laughs, and it isn't entirely forced. there is a certain kind of irony to this, isn't there? they escaped and landed in a different dimension or universe or at the other end of the universe, and haggar is still with him like this.
it's not great. ] It takes more than a glowing wound to get rid of me.
[ he hopes. ] But if it'll make you feel better, you can put me into one of those pods on the Castle.
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The moment we board the Castle we will head to the healing pods. We cannot let this wound go unattended.
[Perhaps asking to return via the Black Lion had been a bad idea...they could have gone back to fetch it once he was healed.]
We can take the shuttle system instead, if it would be easier.
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It's fine. I'll get us there. [ black promptly lifts off, shiro's hands steady on the controls by sheer force of will. getting out of black and into a shuttle would probably hurt more than sitting here and steering black does, anyway, and shiro wants, needs the reminder that the black lion is still his to pilot after what happened with zarkon. ]