[Open] Catch-all~

[padadin]

Who: Shiro and you
Broadcast: No
Action: Yes, on the planet
When: Throughout the whole month

[This planet... is FUN! Who would've thought? After dealing with the mystery and following dark news of their previous visit, plus the arrival of an undesired person from home, Shiro is ready to distract himself with some contests. He doesn't show it often, but he has a competitive side and while he's not a sore loser (for him the main point is definitely enjoying the activity) he does play to win. He's also very athletic and loves taking part in sports, even if actually watching them isn't his thing unless there's a friend he wants to root for.

So here he's now, wearing the Starstrikers colors (so... not different from usual), signing up for things and, after a few days in the planet, also being followed by a bunch of fangirls/fanboys. Try and ignore them, he does most of the time.]

A. Arm wrestling

[So obvious, isn't it? And you may think, doesn't this count as cheating? Don't worry, Shiro is a fair man, and he asks his opponent what arm they want him to use: his robot arm or the natural one. It doesn't matter much - so far, he's won with both. If his opponent is friendly and chatty, so is he, but if they are the kind that want to trashtalk or provoke him, he keeps his poker face and ignores them. Everyone gets offered a handshake at the end, though, no exceptions, and it's then that some times he gets ignored. What happened to good manners in competitions? Geez.

Sore losers aside, it's obvious that Shiro's enjoying himself, and he grins as he calls out.] Point for the Starstrikers! Who's next?

[Some girls squeal, others yell the kind of things they want Shiro to use his hands for. Shiro hides behind drinking from his water bottle before the next match. Embarrassing...]

B. Nope.gif
((ooc note: depending on how conversation goes, threading this may include mentions of Shiro's past in a gladiator arena and his PTSD))

[There's a reason why he's chosen arm wrestling and other stuff like board games for activities. Sitting at a table is easy to deal with, only a small or medium group of fans around it is easy to deal with. It's not a big stadium, it's not a cheering crowd asking for more.

But sooner or later, the discomfort comes. It can come in the way of the referee raising his arm and calling him champion, with some times the fans putting the damn word together with his name. Or it can come in the way of the Starstrikers recruiters following him around and begging him to join some other activities like boxing, kickboxing, wrestling or martial arts.

No matter which scenario your character witnesses, Shiro's reaction is the same: his face gets white and he removes himself from the situation. He makes his way through the crows as quick as possible, bumping more than one shoulder, and more than possible bumping into your character too.]

Sorry, didn't see you there. [He mumbles before trying to continue his escape without being noticed. Go after him?]

C. Gotta go fast

[Races are good. Races are great. Yes, races have a stadium and a crowd, but they're the exception. Because here, Shiro can turn off his brain and just let adrenaline, concentration and speed take over. He has pilot blood in his veins and it shows - bikes, cars, shuttles, some times even traditional running, he joins them all. And with Keith in more than one occasion, which shows how in sync they're with each other, a look being enough to leave a group of opponents eating their dust.

If there are obstacles, even better. So maybe he has a bit of a daredevil hidden in him, don't judge him

You can come and race against him! Or catch him between races doing stuff like having a snack while watching the mechanics do their thing, signing autographs (yeah, ok, he's given in) or admiring the vehicles they get to race.] It's a pity we can't take one of these back to the ships with us, isn't it?

D. Who let the dogs out

[Procyon has grown quite a bit since December. While he hasn't reached full growth, he isn't that little puppy anymore either - he's somewhere in the middle. Enough to join the pets competition! Shiro has tied a bandana with the team colors around the dog's neck and is now showing what a good boy he is. Sit, roll, paw, bark, he follows every order without hesitation.

For his last trick, he approaches a member of the small crowd (aka maybe you!), drops a flower at their feet and then covers his face with a paw, playing embarrassed. Isn't he the cutest?]

E. Shopping

...is everything branded here?

[Shiro sounds frustrated, and that's because he is. He's trying to find a cute gift but even the most innocent flower has a logo on it. Young girls don't like that, right? (Not that the gift-ee is literally young, but details.) Of course, you may not care about the brands and you may care more about the fact Shiro is looking at cutesie stuffed animals, flowery hair pins and sparkly bracelets. Feel free to ask.]

F. The fandom

[He shouldn't be surprised, really. At home, he always had people going after him because of his looks, and then he became the golden boy of the Galaxy Garrison - a hero. A reputation. Later on, according to Coran, he was the most popular member of the "Voltron Show". And it's when he remembers that show, how important it turned out to be for the sake of the universe, that Shiro finally gives in and tries to give some attention to the big amount of fans he's gained in this planet.

The Black Lion, they've nicknamed him, and he doesn't dislike it. He does dislike when they push each other or argue, so sorry if you're caught in that while trying to approach him!

He signs autograph books, Starstrikers hats and sweatshirts, and some lion plushies that have started to go around (they're even winged! cute, they can stay), but then... there are pictures. Very candid ones. Taken by certain photograph member of a JRPG boy band, but Shiro doesn't know this. He looks around and frowns.]

Where are those coming from?

G. Wildcard!

None of those prompts work for you? Here are some other places where you can find Shiro this month:
1. At the beach - wearing a full body swimsuit, either swimming or playing beach volley, throwing a ball or disc for his dog
2. Playing board games - watch out for his poker face, he's a strategist
3. At the snowy area - skiing, playing with his dog, making snowmen or joining a snowball fight
4. Tropical area - having his morning run and breakfast (most likely joined by dog too)
5. Rooting for friends in other activities
6. Buying tons of food stock for the Blameless

Comments

A

[the_tailor]

[So technically he should be rooting against Shiro, since he's on a different team.... But he's still Shiro, so Lance can't help but join the fangirls in cheering him on. He can't betray his hero!

After watching him win round after round, he approaches him after the competition, pretending to swoon.]

If it weren't for Keith, you might've just stolen my heart. Sign my chest?

[He's teasing! But he tugs at his shirt collar with a laugh.]

[padadin]

[He's surprised to see Lance cheering for him considering the different teams issue. After the initial shock, he felts touched, Lance put down his competitive obsession for the sake of his beloved leader, and--

And then he had to shitpost open his mouth. Geez. Luckily for Lance, Shiro is a pretty good mood, so he just answers--]

How daring of you, cheating on both your boyfriend and your team for me.

[While actually grabbing a marker and writing GO STARSTRIKERS on Lance's neck/chest area.]

[the_tailor]

[He looks down, frowning.]

Nooooo, I'm cheering you on, not your team! Get this filth off of my body!

[Whiiiiiiine.

Sorry for your cub, Shiro.]

[vartex]

[Messer's doing the very un-Messer activity known as relaxing, half-dozing on a chair beneath a beach umbrella, enjoying the sun and the sound of the waves hitting the sand, when abruptly the pitter-patter of little feet catch his attention, and he opens his eyes to greet the furry face of a familiar pup with a frisbie in his mouth which is unceremoniously dropped in his lap.

Seems weird for the dog to be wandering alone, so he sits up and glances around, and- ah, there's Shiro. He lifts the frisbie in his direction. Want it back?]

[padadin]

[Good to see someone from the Blameless actually knows how to relax. Although to be fair, Shiro has been doing pretty well too, not counting a couple of awkward moments that he is doing his best to ignore.

So yeah, he's a in a good mood at the moment, especially since he found those full body swimsuits that let him go to the beach without worries. He can't help laughing a bit when Procyon approaches Messer, and decides to do the same.]

Sorry about him, he's just happy to find crew. How are you doing, Messer? Want to join us? [Procyon barks in agreement. The more the merrier.]

[vartex]

It's fine, he's not bothering me.

[Messer offers the frisbee out to Procyon instead, instigating a tug-of-war match. Contrary to his usual stoic self, his expression is weirdly peaceful, on the edge of a smile which definitely hasn't happened in the whole time he's been on the Blameless.

Join them, though? Why would you wish this upon yourself, Shiro.]

I don't know much about dogs.

a

[privateeyed]

[he was just passing through and paused to watch, but another dude with a metal arm is hard to ignore. His might be (mostly) covered up, but it still counted, and while arm wrestling wasn't something he was that interested in . . . it couldn't hurt to give it a go anyway, right? He liked competition.

So he steps up when Shiro calls out for another challenger, shrugging out of his jacket. His upper arm is where the metal actually shows, and his request probably isn't a surprise if Shiro notices. But it being his right arm, like Shiro's - surely he isn't—]

I'm next. Give me the metal arm.

[nope he still wants it. Maybe it's as strong as his normal is. He's curious, sue him]

[padadin]

[Oh yes, Shiro definitely notices. He should be used to it by now, he's seen other advanced prosthetics since he arrived, but the curiosity never stops - so hey,sue him too! The circumstances of his arm at home were extremely particular so he can't help if anyone has had it easier than him, hate the arm a little less.]

Eye for an eye, huh. [He says in a teasing tone. His sleeve is already rolled up so he just puts his metal elbow on the table.] I'm Shiro, from the SS Blameless. You're with the fleet too, right?

[privateeyed]

[oh don't worry, Ben will happily talk about how much he hates his arm, at length, in the most colorful language he can think of. Sure, it's nice having two arms, but he didn't want the darn thing in the first place, way back when it was given to him - but details]

May as well, right? Gives you competition. [he puts his elbow on the table as well, holding his hand up] Yup. Ben, from the Huntress. Nice to meet you.

F.

[this_loser]

[Look, he didn't think the photos would sell so well! Or at all. He's got pictures of just about every competition, which means he's got quite a few featuring members of the fleet. It didn't take long to figure out which ones were going to be more popular.

He'd been looking for Shiro, about this.]

Guilty.

[He pops up from the sidelines, skirting around fans and ignoring any glares for cutting in line.]

When you've got a minute, can I talk to you?

[padadin]

...I should've guessed.

[A sigh. Prompto is a good at what he does, really good, but this is... quiznak. Since the fans are getting impatient and a bit angry, so Shiro excuses himself and tells them he has a meeting to attend. Better play along as Shiro drags you away, Prompto, or he'll freaking strangle you.]

We do need to talk, Mr Guilty.

[this_loser]

[Aw, crap. Already off to a bad start. Once they're clear of the fans, he spins away, hands up and a sheepish smile in place.]

I can totally, totally explain. [A deep breath.] You are very popular! You turned up in the background of a couple field shots, and people went crazy for them. One guy offered me a stupid amount for an out of focus landscape because your elbow was poking in on the edge of the photo. I don't even know how he knew it was you!

B -> C?

[tempredmental]

[The crowd had been a bit much, and Keith had been watching the match when Shiro won the full bracket of tournaments. The younger Paladin was starting to recognize the signs of a panic attack now, though, which may or may not be a good thing, but he caught on as soon as Shiro made a point of backing out of the room as fast as possible once the formalities of his win were over.

Keith narrowed his eyes, quickly moving through the crowd. He'd gotten really good at that recently, spotting holes to dodge through, and he was quick, too, so it didn't take him long to catch up and slip through the door almost right behind Shiro.]

Shiro! Hey, Shiro!

[He jogged up next to him, but didn't grab him.]

Hey... you okay?

[padadin]

[He hears a voice calling his name, but at the same time it's not really there, almost as he had his head underwater. It isn't until Keith comes into his field of vision that he snaps out of it. Keith and those memories don't belong together, so he makes for a new distraction.]

Hey, buddy. Almost didn't see you there. You watched that whole tournament?

[tempredmental]

[Keith nodded.

Now that Shiro had focused on him a bit more and seemed to be out of wherever his head had gone, Keith reached over and put his hand on his friend's shoulder.]

You did well. It'll get the team a lot of points.

Come on... why don't we take a break for a little while? Go find something else to do.

B

[scalpelofmarmora]

[Ulaz had been avoiding actually participating in the games. Competition wasn't really his thing anymore and arena competitions had a much different context in his mind, but when Shiro mentioned that had a match is something that Ulaz had never heard of, but didn't sound too terribly dramatic, he had decided to go and watch. Because of his height, he had stood in the back rather sitting in a cramped chair and taking up space someone else could have used.

And Shiro won. That was good. As soon as he heard Shiro be called "champion", his ears twitched and he had a feeling the reaction was going to be bad.

And he was right. Shiro made a beeline for the exit, completely pale. Ulaz moved to catch up with Shiro, but the paladin was being less observant as he tried to leave, only apologizing and continuing out. Ulaz immediately turned and followed, letting Shiro get somewhere with fewer people and a lower noise level before he spoke]

Shiro.

[padadin]

[Between the Galra's long legs and Shiro's distracted walk, it won't be hard for Ulaz to catch up with Shiro, who is quite startled when there's what looks like one of his purple captors calling his name. But recognition quickly his him, especially since Ulaz isn't wearing empire clothes.]

...Ulaz. Hey. You've come to join the competitions too?

B

[ginger_firebird]

[Don't think you're escaping his interest that quickly. The pallor of his skin, the sudden need to get away from the crowd... Mantis rises just slightly off the ground to trail after Shiro.]

Wait. [He reaches out a hand when he's gained enough proximity.] You need a clear path out. I can help with that.

[padadin]

[Shiro tenses when a stranger reaches out to him, and he almost pushes back... but then there's that offer, a very good one. He raises an eyebrow, still kinda wary.]

And how are you planning to help with that?

E

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ Kirk has somehow managed to get away with only wearing a branded jacket and bracelet on his wrist. The rest he has brought down from the ship, gained from previous shopping trips on other planets. As much as he can get into the whole competition and team sports atmosphere, there is a limit.

And, well, his drink cup his branded too, but that, at least, he doesn't have to actually keep. He's sucking at his branded straw when he spies Shiro, arching a brow considering the window Shiro is considering. ]</sub>

I hadn't taken this for your aesthetic, Shiro. I would have gotten you something much shinier for your birthday.

[padadin]

[He gives Kirk a look before looking at the shop window again. Probably pointless, but he has to try.]

I'm shopping for a gift. Why, do you want something shiny too? [See, he can tease too.] Please tell me you've found a shop that sells unbranded stuff.

G!!!

[sylphid]

[After some kinda competition thing, Fie's making her way over to Shiro with a giant bag of something. Be wary...]

Mom! [Yep, Fie Clausell is raising her voice. But it is in public with lots of people. Of course. If Shiro looks over, she'll see her waving at him.]

[padadin]

[He doesn't look over immediately, because he needs a minute to pinch his nose and take a deep breath. This girl is going to be the death of him, he swears. After a short moment of considering how to answer to this, he finally turns and waves back.]

C

[straightouttacarbonite]

[ Han is enjoying the variety of races, too-- he's tried pretty much everything, familiar or silly, just to see what he can win-- and when he isn't participating, there's a better than average chance he's watching other races while waiting for his next one.

What can he say? As much as anyone is, pilots are his kind of people. ]

One wouldn't do any good, we'd need a bunch of 'em.

[padadin]

[Shiro is glad to see more familiar faces around here, especially ones that have experience in this kind of things. Makes the challenge more interesting.

He chuckles at Han's comment.] I wouldn't mind that at all. We actually tried keeping a bike from the last system, but it kept returning to the shop the next morning. I guess Atroma doesn't want unauthorized vehicles in the Fleet.

[But unauthorized weapons are ok! Geez.]