Open to all!

[dateme]

Who: Inui (dateme) & ALL OF YOU
When: Day 3, eclipse/evening
Where: Boneyard
What: IT'S TIME FOR A POW-WOW aka we built a fire

[ So it's been a rough couple of days (literally, just two). But between nearly being blown up, marching through the desert, and generally just never wanting to see desert again, there is one good thing Inui (and Lance) have discovered: those Coral plants? Can be cracked open and eaten!

So as the sun vanishes behind the rocky formations or the moon(s), fellow interlopers might notice a distinct & nutty aroma wafting through the boneyard. Tracing it to it's source isn't hard though: Inui and Lance have started up a rather sizeable camp fire from the remains of some of the bones near the vague center of the massive grave. There they've cracked open large stalks from the coral and are roasting the mealy insides over the flames.

They've stockpiled quite a bit and have yet to cook all of it, so anyone and everyone is free to stop by and either help or take up a stalk of their own! Heck, maybe there's already people gathered there!

Whatever the case, it's a good way to kill some time, right? Maybe you've got a ghost story or a survival plan you want to share with the group? No really does anyone have a plan we could really use a plan ]


[ ooc; THIS POST IS OPEN TO EVERYONE AND EVERYONE! Feel free to make your own starters/sections, threadjack like crazy, and just generally get to mingling. The cooked Coral stalks taste like almonds and shouldn't be poisonous!.

HAVE FUN ]

Comments

[ceruleo]

[ Rude. (He would totally share.) ]

Nah. We got blown up--I got kinda preoccupied. [ For once he doesn't sound defensive, just tired. ] Didn't have a chance to ask around. On the plus side, I totally discovered this coral-looking stuff is edible!

[ /preens ]

[mousewhisperer]

Were you hurt in that explosion? [ He looks whole, but Allura knows well enough that some wounds are easy to hide. She sustained one, though it's mostly healed. ] At least we'll have something besides the rations to keep us alive.

[ceruleo]

[ He shakes his head. ] Not really, just the face. [ The scrape on his cheek will at least scab over; he can only hope it doesn't scar. ]

What about you, princess? Not too banged up?

[mousewhisperer]

[ If it scars, don't worry. Show it off, make up stories about the terrible fight, impress everyone. ]

Just my side, and it's healing. The heat is worse than any wounds I've sustained.

[ceruleo]

[ You know that's exactly what he'll do. ]

It's about as hot as home, to be honest. [ He's not saying it isn't hot, though. It is unbearably, soul-crushingly hot. ] All we're missing is the beach.

[ A nostalgic sigh. ]

[mousewhisperer]

[ Will it include super serious stories that grow increasingly more complicated and grandiose?

(Not like anyone will believe the truth, though.) ]

Your home was this hot? [ Was Earth truly this torturous??? How terrible, the castle must have been pleasant after that. ]

When we get back to the castle and have Voltron back, we will have to look for a planet with a beach. Nothing will ever be as beautiful as Altea's beaches, but we can come close.

[ceruleo]

Cuba's this hot in summer, yeah, it's kinda awful. And excuse you, I'm pretty sure my country could give Altea a run for its money. [ Does Altea even have countries? Surely it can't just be a single biome—they'd seen the King's field of flowers, and that was it.

Almost disbelieving, Lance turns to her, his expression open and delighted. ]

Are you serious, though? Because I'm totally down for a beach vacation!

[mousewhisperer]

Nothing is as beautiful as Altea was. [ Sorry Lance, that is a fight Allura's willing to bicker over.

She eyes his expression, almost - but not quite - regretting her words. ]

We'll still have to train, and the Galra will be out there, but after this, I think we deserve it.

[ceruleo]

[ You know what? Normally this is the hill he'd die on, but he'll let her have it. Earth is still on the map, after all.

Also: NO TAKE BACKSIES. ]

Haha, yes! Awesome! I knew that tough shell was hiding a party girl!

[ Lance no. ]

[mousewhisperer]

[ Oh painful. At least Altea will live on in her memories. ]

It won't be a party, it'll be for relaxation. And only if we make it out of here in one piece and we manage to find a planet with a beach.

[ In other words, don't start planning that party now, Lance. ]

[ceruleo]

Parties are relaxing!—People! Music! Great food! What more do you want?

[ He has a very...extroverted definition of 'relaxing'. ]

We are totally getting out of here unscratched, Princess.

[ At least he's all fired up, now... ]

[mousewhisperer]

[ Parties? Relaxing? Maybe for everyone else, but parties are rarely a chance to relax for Allura. Besides - ]

Don't you remember the last party we had?

[ It ended happily for them, but the middle of it was a bit of a mess. ]

But it's still a good reason to get out of here whole.

[ceruleo]

I remember it perfectly well, thanks.

[ Okay, to be fair, he doesn't remember most of the middle bit, because he'd kind of been unconscious, but he remembers enough. ]

Whatever, princess. Point is, you're stuck with me now, party or no party. I'll keep you safe.

[ As if Allura of all people needs to be kept safe... ]

[mousewhisperer]

The parts you were awake for, at least.

[ Yeah, that bit where he ended up unconscious? Allura remembers that all too well.

No more parties like that, okay. ]

You'll keep me safe? [ She's not sure if she could laugh or be offended. So she settles for sputtering. ] More like I'll keep you safe!

[ceruleo]

Hey, I'm the only Paladin here, right? Isn't it like, my actual job to keep you safe?

[ Actual question tbh. ]

[mousewhisperer]

It's your job to keep the universe safe. Not me.

[ Other than her being part of the universe, but that's splitting hairs.

She's not going to bring up the paladins bringing Voltron right to Zarkon. Really. But boy is it a question. ]

Besides, I've got more strength than you.

[ceruleo]

[ He huffs, visibly exasperated. ]

I know! I know you're strong, and I'm not--ugh. [ Arguing with a princess is the worst. ] I'm not gonna stop you from...whatever.

[ To be fair, even if he wanted to stop her from taking risks, what could he do? Only Shiro could question Allura's authority, and he isn't here. ]

But there are seven billion humans out there, and two Alteans. So...

[ He shrugs. She can do the math. ]

[mousewhisperer]

[ His huff is actually entertaining, making Allura smirk. She doesn't mean to point out flaws, sorry Lance. ]

Just like I'm not going to stop you from this "whatever" but you really should be careful.

[ And that is really unfair math. REALLY UNFAIR. ]

There's only two of us. Altea will never be again. But if I can stop the same thing from happening to other worlds, I will.

[ceruleo]

[ It's unfair, but it's also the truth. ]

I get that. Really. But— [ How best to express this...how would Shiro word this? ] But you're Altea--you're Altea's legacy. You're important; not just to the universe. To...us, too.

[ He's red as a beet tbh. That was the most Serious Talk he could manage. ]

Besides, Coran would totally beat me up if I lost you.

[mousewhisperer]

You're all important to me, outside of being paladins. Which means I'll do what is necessary to help you survive.

[ His words are downright sweet, something she didn't expect from Lance. ]

I used to think only Alteans could defeat Zarkon, but you paladins have shown me the truth. That we all need to work together to stop this. Just like we need to work together here to survive.

[ Her smile is fond. Lance kind of grows on you. ]

He wouldn't beat you up. Just yell a lot.

[ceruleo]

[ "I'll do what is necessary to help you survive." What an alien way to say it. ]

No, he'll definitely beat me up. You didn't see the look of pure murder on his face when Shiro came back from the mission and you didn't.

[ Yeah, like a fungus... ]

[mousewhisperer]

[ She is an alien, after all. ]

He didn't actually try to beat up Shiro, though. He can be intense, but he won't actually hurt you.

[ She knows Coran's temper well enough, but she's never actually seen him get into a fight. ] Anyway, enough sitting around. We should get some sleep. We all need to keep up energy.

[ And no slacking on the training. Just because they're in a weird place is no excuse. ]

[ceruleo]

[ He yawns, proving her point. Doesn't keep him down, though. ]

Wanna cuddle up? Gets pretty chilly at night.

[mousewhisperer]

[ Of course he would ask. ]

Lance! No! Go find another cuddle buddy.

[ Sorry kid, you're too... Lance. ]

[ceruleo]

[ He whimpers like a kicked puppy. Fortunately, Lance puppy eyes don't work on Altean princesses, so Lance will find his own bit of sand to sleep on, tonight. ]