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a roaring good time [open]
Who: Lance (particlebarrier>), some reluctant paladins and YOU.
What: Party at the Treehouse of Lions. Mingling ensues.
When: End of November
Where: Keith’s treehouse in Wyver
Warning(s): TBD, none anticipated
[For those who decide to take the invite and head on over to Wyver for the night, they’ll find the address given leads to a certain treehouse in Wyver. It’s fairly obvious which one’s the party house because there are blue balloons and a welcome sigh posted at the foot of the ladder.
The following prompts are just laying out some flavor text for what’s around each area of the house, so feel free to come up with your own prompts! This is intended to be a mingle log, so let’s get mingling!]
i. living room
[The living room’s been cleared to make space for a dance floor! The fog machine that someone foolishly sold Lance is pumping out some fog for ~ambience~ and the lion pinata is hanging right at the center of it all where you’d expect to see a disco ball or something. For music… well, Lance doesn’t have music from home, so instead we have whatever Olympians and Wyvers consider “dance music” playing. some of it’s probably a little weird, oops. Alternatively there’s a couch here to sit and people watch on, too!]
ii. kitchen
[Need a break from the bloody fog machine and music? Yeah, can’t blame you. There’s some food laid out in the kitchen — things like pizza, finger foods. There’s also a cake. Most of the drinks provided are of the non-alcoholic variety, but you can find some wine and some of that liquor from the Wyver harvest season as well. The balloons have spilled over in here as well.]
iii. roof
[Man, so you’re really trying to escape the party, huh? Well there’s another ladder that leads up to the roof if you need some down time. It’s a treehouse so enjoy your view from above. It’s at least a nice night out, so hang out, stargaze, be your authentic recluse self.]
particlebarrier>), some reluctant paladins and YOU.What: Party at the Treehouse of Lions. Mingling ensues.
When: End of November
Where: Keith’s treehouse in Wyver
Warning(s): TBD, none anticipated
[For those who decide to take the invite and head on over to Wyver for the night, they’ll find the address given leads to a certain treehouse in Wyver. It’s fairly obvious which one’s the party house because there are blue balloons and a welcome sigh posted at the foot of the ladder.
The following prompts are just laying out some flavor text for what’s around each area of the house, so feel free to come up with your own prompts! This is intended to be a mingle log, so let’s get mingling!]
i. living room
[The living room’s been cleared to make space for a dance floor! The fog machine that someone foolishly sold Lance is pumping out some fog for ~ambience~ and the lion pinata is hanging right at the center of it all where you’d expect to see a disco ball or something. For music… well, Lance doesn’t have music from home, so instead we have whatever Olympians and Wyvers consider “dance music” playing. some of it’s probably a little weird, oops. Alternatively there’s a couch here to sit and people watch on, too!]
ii. kitchen
[Need a break from the bloody fog machine and music? Yeah, can’t blame you. There’s some food laid out in the kitchen — things like pizza, finger foods. There’s also a cake. Most of the drinks provided are of the non-alcoholic variety, but you can find some wine and some of that liquor from the Wyver harvest season as well. The balloons have spilled over in here as well.]
iii. roof
[Man, so you’re really trying to escape the party, huh? Well there’s another ladder that leads up to the roof if you need some down time. It’s a treehouse so enjoy your view from above. It’s at least a nice night out, so hang out, stargaze, be your authentic recluse self.]
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]Lance will be answering the door and welcoming everyone who comes to the party with a grin and more of dem fingerguns.]
Hey! Thanks for coming! Come on in! Can I get you something to eat or drink?
B. breakin' it down
[Lance can also be found in the living room, fiddling around with the music because it is time to dance. And/or watch people smack around a lion pinata to some Wyver music. He'll approach anyone who's looking like a wallflower with an eyebrow waggle.]
Wanna see some sick moves?
C. couch cool off
[When he's decided he's going to take a break from being on his feet and cheesing it up, he's just.. on the couch in the living room with one of those balloons in his hands. Considering they're filled with helium, you can kinda see where this is going...
He'll just be untying the knot in the balloon, taking in a breath and with his best serious face:]
Alright team, it's time to form Vol--
[He can't even finish the sentnece before erupting into a fit of high pitched giggles.]
D. derp (closed to Keith + intervention squad)
[Inevitably at some point during the party, something’s going to need fixing. A streamer that Lance has taped up in the kitchen to make it more festive is starting to come loose and that means he needs tape. Unfortunately, he’s used up all the tape in his room, so it’s time to go looking elsewhere for the stuff. Elsewhere being Keith’s room, cuz yeah… It’s not like the guy’s been around for weeks, what’s he going to do about it? Show up magically just to yell about people going in his room? What a funny thought.]
ddddd
Annnnd it's Lance.
The surprise of running into someone unexpectedly fades pretty quickly -- surprise tapers into something of a scowl, there's a simultaneous recoil-but-plunging-onward, inward...]
What are you doing in here-?
[More of a demand than anything. How dare you.]
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What am I doing in here? What are you doing in here? I thought you ran off and cut off all communication, Mr. Lone Wolf!
[In his heart of hearts, he's relieved to see Keith again, but that's a sentiment that's buried pretty deep. Do you have any idea how shitty his past month was?]
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Someone decided to throw a party. [Lance??? This is probably all Lance's fault. He's using that shitty, accusatory tone.] Now it's your turn.
[No, Keith has no desire to explain himself. He's in a tizzy, searching through various drawers to make sure xyz hasn't been moved. Like he's been guarding magic crystals or has a hoard of gold somewhere.
Only, what he is hiding and fussing about is far more precious than either of the two.]
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Reasons that he should probably just come out with and say, but....]
Well excuuuuse me! You weren't exactly around to say "no" to having a party in the first place, buddy.
[The last word is said with as much sarcasm as Lance can muster; he's clearly been bitter about being ditched for weeks without any explanation for the guy's disappearance.]
Just where the heck were you?
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That's the first thing to irritate his chafed ass. He'll offer up a particularly Shitty shit-look at that. The query.....he can't find the motivation to respond in a timely manner. Instead, he'll step nearer to Lance, enough so that he can slam that open draw shut in a suspiciously over the top way. It clatters loud enough to wake an Altean's 10kyr sleep.]
Don't worry about it -- just mind your own business.
[😬]
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Keith. [Holy shit, pal. One more time with emphasis as he just steps even closer to get right in the dude's face.] Keith. I know you've decided to shut me out cuz you hate me for something I don't remember, but can you just get your head out of your ass for a minute?!
[Fists clenching, unclenching then he'll attempt to grab Keith by the collar.]
Do you even care at all that we were all worried about you?
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[No less over something he can't remember, which Feels Bad Man in a complete irrelevant, stupid way. Fortunately any and all of that's canceled out by Lance's word of advice -- demand? Inquiry? It's an insult, and a narrow finds his brow--
A pair of fists find his collar just as well. He'll wait all of a moment before swinging a forearm up to sweep them away. That success rate depends on his grip.]
I'm fine and have been since the beginning. You're overreacting.
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He doesn't let go. But something in his demeanor shifts away from anger to a numbed disapointment.]
You're the one who gets into trouble by going on these weird missions at night!
[Don't think he's forgotten about this Cree shit.]
And maybe you're fine, but I wasn't okay? [....] I'm not okay.
[It's the first time he's admitted as much out loud. With Allura running off into the forest babbling about being the apothecary's daughter, every other paladin and all of his family members still in stasi with no signs of waking up, and Keith just gone. the house had been so empty and lonely... and:]
I really needed you, alright? I...[Finally, he does let go and hangs his head.] ..I guess I thought we had a bonding moment.
b!!
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[Ren lives in Wyver anyway, so coming out for a party elsewhere in the city really isn't much of an issue for him. He's wearing about the same outfit as he wore to the Olympian side of the harvest festival - a very oversized purple sweater that covers his hands and is just about falling off his shoulders, white pants, and a short black partial skirt with boots, and comes in with a reasonably large container of...something that he immediately heads towards the kitchen with.
As soon as he opens the container, it proves to be filled to the brim with black and white iced cat donuts, each with a cute little face. He figures it's just polite to bring food when coming to a party, especially when he only knows one of the people throwing it.
When he's set them somewhere on the table, he picks one out and turns to whoever else is in the room with him, holding it up next to his face and making a little cat smile.] What do you think, do we look alike...?
[It's...actually a pretty legitimate likeness, honestly.]
--
ii. (people-watching)
[Ren isn't much of a dancer unless he's invited, but he's definitely curious about who's going to come to this little party. He's also keeping an eye out for Allura, since he'd like to talk to her again now that she's not slowly falling under the influence of what had gone on in that forest.
As it is, he's lying on the couch, taking up about half of it with just sheer having draped himself across it with a bottle of what appears to be some of that fruit liquor from the harvest. There's something elegant about his posture despite it being rather lazy, and he leans his head up onto one curled hand if anyone comes near, offering a little smile and an airy, bright few words.]
You're not planning to be a wallflower, are you~? I'll be pretty disappointed if that's why you're over here.
--
iii. (wild)
[[Ren's probably just generally going to be drifting around meeting people and being nosy, so feel free to hit me with something else!]]
ii! (and a little bit of i)
And she's not sure where the adorable cat pastries came from, but she's definitely been carrying one around for a good ten minutes.
Ren is not a difficult one to spot, draped across half of the couch as if he owned the place. Allura's not much for dancing either, so she makes her way over to delicately sit on the edge of the remaining space on the couch, cat pastry still tucked partially inside a folded napkin.]
I can always be a wallflower somewhere else, [
You can't tell her what to do] But no, I came over to say hello.[As a good hostess would.]
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Oh, you found my donuts. They're cute, right? [But that can only distract him for so long before he circles back around to the...actual thing that was said to him. Ren's not the best at keeping his attention on the straight and narrow much of the time.] I'm glad you did, anyway. I wanted to make sure you were okay properly while I was here.
[As he says that, he spreads his arms in what's a pretty obvious offer of a hug if she wants one. Which she may well not, considering his prior experience with her being a bit reserved, but hey, why not try? Hugs are always a good option, as far as he's concerned.]
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You did? Honestly, I was never in any actual danger.
[Despite her attempts to brush it off, she seems honestly touched by this. Not that she assumed Ren to be a cold person, but he's always been a bit hard for her to read, moreso than other humans. Nevertheless, his concern is touching, and when he opens his arms for a hug a surprised smile curls at the edge of her lips. It's the second surprise of the evening. He had been more openly affectionate during the harvest festival, though Allura had pegged that on the nature of the festival more than anything. Truly, he was a difficult person to read.
It's a little awkward, and she's careful not to let the frosting of the donut catch on any of Ren's clothing, but she accepts the hug, leaning in so she can better wrap her arms around him.]
Thank you. Apologies if my actions in the forest caused you any trouble.
[Even though she was free of the forest's influence, events within Josa and Dranbu itself were still a little fuzzy. A fair trade for the rest of her memories, she supposed.]
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He definitely looks pleased to have his hug accepted, though. He hasn't been quite as touchy here as he would've been back home since he's not as adjusted to the people here - and there seem to be a lot of them who are scarred enough to potentially react badly to that - but he definitely prefers to be a little affectionate if he can be. Though he's holding a bottle, he doesn't need to be quite as careful about not letting it touch, and the hug Allura gets is something warm and friendly and a little bit lively, squeezing a bit before he lets go.]
Mmm, I was mostly worried. I thought it was better to have someone to walk with anyway, otherwise it's too lonely, right?
[He says it innocently enough, but it's a pretty honest sentiment, as his goes. Ren doesn't deal well with being alone, so he's had to adjust much more quickly than he'd like to it here.]
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Still. I appreciate your concern. Truly.
[ She returns her hands to her lap, and gingerly breaks off a small part of the back of the cat-donut before bringing it to her mouth.]
Are you enjoying the party? I realize our home is a little unconventional.
[At least by the standards of a space princess who grew up in a flying castle.]
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He can't help a small laugh at the way she describes the location, one hand coming up to curl in front of his mouth to politely disguise it.] I thought it was cool, actually...it's an interesting kind of place to live, isn't it? But it's been fun so far. Though I'm not sure your friend ever mentioned what the occasion was...
[He taps his chin thoughtfully. One doesn't necessarily need a reason to throw a party, but the timing feels a bit like it might have been a match to the resolution of what was happening in Dranbu.]
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[There have been planets where it’s citizens lived in similar situations, but this is the first time she’s been living long term on anything that wasn’t some sort of a space-faring vessel. Needless to say, it’s a little small.]
I think Lance is just celebrating that he isn’t the only person in the house any longer.
[So Ren wouldn’t be wrong. Between Keith’s tendency to disappear without notice and Allura thinking she lived in the forest, things must have been lonely here.]
From his perspective, it is probably the first time since the humans arrived in my castle that we have been apart.
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[The bigger the house, the lonelier it feels when empty, so Ren's almost grateful for his absurdly tiny apartment, in some way. It at least means he doesn't have to think too hard about not having anyone to live with, considering he barely has room.
That explains a few things about Lance's behaviour, though, and Ren gives a curious little hum.] How long ago was that, then...? You seem pretty close.
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Speaking of-]
It is… a little hard to tell time, with everything that has happened, but I would estimate that it has been close to a phoebe since Lance and the others first arrived on my ship.
[Ah, right. Time-slices.] Which is close to a year, in your terms of measurement.
[Someday she will stop stubbornly clinging to her terms of time measurement, but today is not that day.]
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The line of discussion is only making him more curious, though, and he taps his chin a little thoughtfully.] How did they find you...? Were they out looking for something else in space and found your ship? Or is this about all the galaxy-protecting stuff?
[Ren always get a little curious on the point of spacefaring humans, largely because he's had the less than fun experience of being connected to a distant planet in a time where humans can't even make it outside of their own galaxy. It makes him wonder if his own planet will ever get to the point of being able to send people out that far.]
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Allura laughs,] It is, indeed, about the “galaxy-protecting stuff”.
[It can't be said that humans don't have a way with words themselves, if for entirely different reasons. Another bite of the donut later and Allura folds her hands in her lap. Apparently it's story time.]
It is a little bit complicated, but one of my father's ships — The Blue Lion — was hidden on Earth to be kept safe from the war that was happening with the Galra. When Lance and the others found it, the Blue Lion brought them with it back to it's home- where they found me.
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Are the Galra another group of aliens, then...? [He also notes the fact that Allura only mentions them finding her, and he taps his glass for a few moments in thought before he ultimately decides to bring it up in what he hopes isn't a horrendously intrusive way. He wants to know, but he doesn't really want to open what might turn out to be a wound. Not when he's not intending to, anyway.]
Was it just you alone?
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[Which leads into the answer to his next question. Allura dips her head, closing her eyes,]
They destroyed my planet, and nearly all of the Alteans with it. When I woke up, it was only myself and my father’s loyal advisor who were left.
[Her voice is sad but steady. It’s not the entire story, but the situation regarding the rest of the surviving Alteans was complicated at best, and wasn’t nearly something she’d come to peace with yet.]
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That sounds awful... [Especially for someone who hates being alone as much as he does. The Storm taking both Earth and Cray destroyed him in a way that nothing else in his life has, even with survivors, and he's been pushing back the recoil from it since he arrived, so he imagines it must have been even longer and rougher for her.] But I'm glad someone survived, at least. I think you're doing a good job of representing your people and how strong they must have been.
[It's hard to know what to say in these kinds of situations even when he's not acting innocent. In this case, it's almost a buffer to having to find the words to speak more deeply about it.
He does, at least, raise his arms a little in case she wants another hug.]
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Leaning into the hug, she blinks a few times and the feeling fades enough to find her voice,]
Thank you.
[It was something she tried to do- she misses them so much, and hoped that if her father could see her somehow he would be proud of her, despite the mistakes she's made. Finally, she pulls away, absentmindedly touching her cheeks as if making sure no tears actually spilled out,]
There are others who survived, from being off planet. I hope someday that I will have a chance to meet them.
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It sounds like she's still hopeful even coming from a situation like that, so Ren gives a reassuring smile at it.] I'm sure you will, one day. Whether some of them end up here too or we can travel outside of here sometime.
[Honestly, he'd like to. To see a little of space...though it's a shame visiting Cray in person would no longer be an option. Still, surely there's other interesting planets that have survived.]
i.
That... sure was anticlimactic, wasn't it.
You can practically see the skepticism turning into a more neutral kind of incredulity cuz somehow... kitty donuts and kitty donut impersonations just weren't what he was expecting.]
Uh..
[Maybe he should stop staring and actually say something?]
That's... uncanny.
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[While he might have been stirring Lance a bit over the network exchange, he might as well take the proper opportunity to find out more about him here, so Ren's not employing the same obliviousness he was there. Just his normal oblivious face, as demonstrated when, after a moment of apparent indecision, he holds the cat donut out to Lance.]
Do you want one...? You seemed like you were a little stressed or something when we were talking earlier...
["Suspicious" of course being more accurate, but Ren doesn't want to look that observant right now.]
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For the most part, Setsuna hangs quietly in the back of the party. He's presented with a number of opportunities to sneak off and dig into things, however, taking advantage every time Lance wants to be the center of attention to sneak off into into one of the bedrooms. First it was Allura's, then Lance's room.
It's Lance's room that he's walking out of now, when he bumps into another party guest.]
Excuse me.
[And he'll just try to walk away as inconspicuously and naturally as possible.]
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Hey, man! Were you looking for the bathroom? It's over there!
[Gesturing helpfully in the correct direction.]
slides in super late.
[ so this is happening. alright. shiro doesn’t have a great deal of experience with themed parties but—this is a bit hokey, isn’t it? the lion piñata is bad enough ( where did lance even get that thing ). but a fog machine? shiro stares down at it, eyebrows drawn tight and lips set in a line, looking altogether personally offended by its steady output. don’t get him wrong, shiro is all for the team kicking back and enjoying a night in. they certainly deserve a bit of fun considering the overall craziness of this place but—
everyone is more or less a stranger to shiro and having them tromp around in their space has him on edge. not enough that he’s going to start side-eyeing every party-goer ( don’t worry lance! ). however, shiro is very much still adjusting to his—their predicament. ( besides, remember that one party that they hosted at the castle of lions and opened their doors to anyone and everyone? )
so far, he’s been left more or less alone ( probably has something to do with him spending the last five minutes scrutinizing a fog machine ). okay. takes a breath. and there, he’ll be good and drag his gaze from the machine to—
oh. hi.
shiro looks from the outstretched hand offering the stick and then follows it back to that expectant gaze. er, huh? really? shiro wasn’t in line for the piñata or anything. ] Thanks but I think it’s better if I pass. [ an apologetic smile~ and he’ll just raise his right hand—that oversized, detached hand, to be more specific. ] Bad arm.
[ or more accurately: that game will be over rather quickly if he has a go. ]
ii. kitchen
[ … hm. finger foods. shiro’s trying to remember—did lance purchase those or did he make ‘em? some of them look—special ( see: squished ). maybe in transport? shiro’s mouth twists and he takes a large step to the side, further distancing himself from the hors d'oeuvres. better safe than sorry. skipping over the pizza and—cake? w o w. it’s actually modest looking.
not gonna lie, shiro would have expected lance to plop a lion toy on as a makeshift cake topper.
cutting into it now! and sorry for fellow food table goers—but c o l o r s. ] Woah! That’s—huh, I wonder how they did that. [ shiro burns down kitchens, it’s safe to say he doesn’t know a thing about baking or the wonders of food coloring and layering. also, ignore him: he’s a bit of a dork whenever he forgets himself long enough to neglect suppressing. ]
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Aw c'mon, Shiro! Don't be a stick in the mud!
[Ha. Stick. He's hilarious.]
You just got out of stasis, man. You've gotta work off that old sleep chamber arm somehow!
[He's sounding enthused as always, but beneath it all there's some concern, too. Last he saw Shiro he had that familiar Galra roboarm and this one is clearly pretty different and as much as he wants to ask bluntly how the heck Shiro got this one or why the other arm really needed replacing in the first place, he can't for the life of him think of a tactful way of doing it that won't also bring down the mood. Instead:]
Besides! I wanna see how cool your new arm is!