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driftfleet2017-07-10 11:29 am
lionherding) wrote in driftfleet2017-07-10 11:29 am
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Who: Allura and all the peoples! (Please?)
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: HS Marsiva
When: July 8th
[Network | The Hospitality Deck - July 8th]
[She awoke peacefully, for the first time since her awakening from cryo-stasis. She was slow to take in her new bedchamber, more concerned at her heart's reluctance to speed up over the foreign surroundings than the actual surroundings themselves. She wasn't alarmed - while uncertain where she'd landed herself, she was at least certain that the structures weren't Galran.
She was still clothed in her combat attire, which means they likely hadn't retired after their battle with Zarkon--and Hagaar. Before she allows her thoughts to drift too far she peers towards the hallway, where voices, though distant, can be heard.]
Pidge? Hunk? [She rises to her feet and makes her way into the hallway. As she wanders, she approaches the entrance to what appears to be...a resort?]
What on...[She mumbles to herself as she walks to the full-panel windows, gazing out into the star-filled spanse. She'll find the others in a moment - this isn't her first time being separated from them, she's certain they'll wander together in a matter of time. She looks down to her communicator and sees the option to query the network.]
Excuse me, [She offers a disarming smile, which always seemed to serve her well in her diplomacy missions, so hopefully it won't fail her now.]--ahem. I mean--[Eh-heh...] Well met, everyone. I am Princess Allura of the Altean race, ally and refuge for the Paladins of Voltron. I look forward to meeting with you all and offer my services in whatever capacity you may wish to utilize them.
[Well done, Allura! Off to a smooth start!]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: HS Marsiva
When: July 8th
[Network | The Hospitality Deck - July 8th]
[She awoke peacefully, for the first time since her awakening from cryo-stasis. She was slow to take in her new bedchamber, more concerned at her heart's reluctance to speed up over the foreign surroundings than the actual surroundings themselves. She wasn't alarmed - while uncertain where she'd landed herself, she was at least certain that the structures weren't Galran.
She was still clothed in her combat attire, which means they likely hadn't retired after their battle with Zarkon--and Hagaar. Before she allows her thoughts to drift too far she peers towards the hallway, where voices, though distant, can be heard.]
Pidge? Hunk? [She rises to her feet and makes her way into the hallway. As she wanders, she approaches the entrance to what appears to be...a resort?]
What on...[She mumbles to herself as she walks to the full-panel windows, gazing out into the star-filled spanse. She'll find the others in a moment - this isn't her first time being separated from them, she's certain they'll wander together in a matter of time. She looks down to her communicator and sees the option to query the network.]
Excuse me, [She offers a disarming smile, which always seemed to serve her well in her diplomacy missions, so hopefully it won't fail her now.]--ahem. I mean--[Eh-heh...] Well met, everyone. I am Princess Allura of the Altean race, ally and refuge for the Paladins of Voltron. I look forward to meeting with you all and offer my services in whatever capacity you may wish to utilize them.
[Well done, Allura! Off to a smooth start!]
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[Hand wave.]
There are invisible cameras all around us or something, and we're the stars of a show. Viewers throughout the universe are watching our every move with baited breath and a tub of popcorn.
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[Allura scrunches her nose for a moment, eyes cast to the side as she jogs her memory for mention of such a thing before--oh. Oh! Her eyes grow round and a smile lights up her face as she snaps her fingers and points--] Like 'Last Kiplar on the Fentlack'! Ha!
[She snorts a laugh and blushes slightly, mildly embarrassed at even admitting she knew such a show--] That show was such a mess..!
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[Lance looks dumbstruck for a few moments. He hadn't expected that kind of reaction. And even though he has no idea what some of those words are, he gets the idea.]
The princess watches trashy TV too?
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Wha-ha-ha-hat? Me? Oh, no no no no no no I just---
[She could feel her cheeks brighten.]
--I just know it...you know. In passing. [Maybe she caught a few
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[He grins good naturedly. It's fun to rib Allura like this sometimes, okay.]
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Well, if we're using you as a gauge, I'm feeling pretty confident.