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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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As for how long someone has been here, I can't very well say. I would be interested in knowing, however.
[ She was here, herself, about four years ago. Thankfully it's not something she recalls. ]
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Please allow me a quintent or so to get settled - then I'll start gathering what information I can.
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I assume that's something like a "little bit"? Take your time, it's pretty jarring. I've only just settled into a ship and trying to gather my bearings. There are several other ships, too, so there's a lot to familiarize ourselves with!
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[Would you believe she's gotten used to this question?]
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[ She can relate to repeating answers to repetitive questions, though. It's not terribly fun. ]
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Sleeping on it - so yes, a quintent![Obviously.]
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[ It's fine, she's former military and an SOA in her own little ragtag group of people, so it's like every day she's learning a new (sometimes useful) term to incorporate. Sometimes it's tech jargon, other times it's science junk. Just gotta keep it all in her memory. ]
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