[open] Catch-all!

[the_tailor]

Who: Lance and you!
Broadcast: No
Action: Planetside
When: All this month!



[A - Swimming]
[It hadn't taken him long to choose his team, the Waves. Shark mascot? Love of water-based sports? Liberal use of the color blue? Heck yeah, he's in.

(That, and being on a different team from Keith means that he can kick his butt in competitions, which is obviously the most important thing here.)

The first competition he signs up for is a swimming race. He hasn't properly partaken in them since high school, where he was the star of the swim team, thank you very much. Lots of time in the Iskaulit's pool has kept him in shape and in practice, and he's excited to put those skills to the test. He puts his money where is mouth is, so to speak, and all his bragging isn't just for show-- Lance manages to win several races, and at least place in the top three in the ones he doesn't.

Feel free to watch him compete and cheer him on! Or you can catch him between or after the races, walking around in a navy blue speedo (purely for aerodynamics, of course) and being his charming self to any fans he might get.]


[B - Racing]

[Lance has gotta go fast, and not just in a pool. He hasn't been able to properly race in a vehicle meant for it in a long time now, so he signs up for all manner of races on land and air. Cars, shuttles, bikes... He's best at the shuttle races, of course, being a pilot and all. Not as great at the others due to lack of practice, but he still fares decently enough.

It isn't just vehicle races, either; Lance enters running competitions as well. Other than the shuttle runs, this is where he shines the most in this general category, and he places high in nearly all the races.

Again, cheer him on for anything he's in! Find him relaxing between races, relaxing and hydrating, because he doesn't want to overdo it. Not unless a certain mulleted paladin is in the line-up. If that's the case, you'll either find him crowing if he wins, or sulking if he loses. There's probably more of the former than the latter, unfortunately, but not all!]


[C - Beach]

[If there's a beach, Lance will go to it. No questions asked. He spends time nearly every day on one of the beaches, either laid out tanning on the sand or swimming in the ocean. He even partakes in some volleyball tournaments, because why not? Lance might be rusty, but he used to play a ton of beach volleyball back in Cuba. It helped living right by the shore.

It's clear that this is where Lance is in his best element, and more relaxed and carefree than he normally is. Sometimes, though, he'll just be sitting there looking at the waves, looking nostalgic and a little sad. Homesickness will never go away.]


[D - Other competitions]

[He's putting all of his talents to the test here. Lance is competitive by nature, of course. Aside from the aforementioned competitions, he also signs up for a few more. Archery and sharpshooting are at the top of that list. For all the bragging he does about himself, he really does live up to the "sharpshooter" nickname, and easily wins gold in the majority of games he's in. Archery is a little more difficult, but his natural dexterity and aim lead him to be pretty successful.

He's proudest of himself and looks it when he wins the sharpshooting contests. After all, that's his role in Voltron, isn't it?]


[E - Hot Springs/Spa]

[Lance will never, ever say no to a spa day. It just might rank up there in some of his favorite things in the world. He can be found every few days enjoying and pampering himself at the spa, and soaking in the hot springs located there as well. You can join him in some good ol' fashioned R&R, or just stop him from spending too much money on beauty products in the gift shop.]


[F - Other]

[Anything else! He'll be popping in and out of plenty of places on the planet. Shopping? Going to the water park? Sightseeing? Anything goes!]

Comments

C

[tempredmental]

[Keith had conceded that Lance was likely to beat him in anything swimming, but he definitely wasn't going to make it easy. He wasn't the best swimmer, but he was an athlete, so it didn't take much practice for him to easily keep up and give Lance a run for his money.

The other races, though... Lance was going to have quite the challenge. That was Keith's element, especially the vehicular races. Lance's longer strides matched Keith's speed, and they alternated wins and tied a lot in the foot races. Sometimes, Keith didn't even care if he won the race overall. He just wanted to cross the line before Lance and tease him about, claiming a victory kiss or two while his boyfriend pouted.

Keith was not, however, a big volleyball player, so he sat and cheered Lance on for those, and then, during one of the breaks, Keith helped Lance stake out a good spot on the sand for them to relax.]

That was a good match.

[Honestly? Keith had no idea, but Lance's team had won and it wasn't against Keith's team, so it was good in that respect.]

[the_tailor]

[At least for the kisses. Boyfriends that they might be, Keith is still his rival, and Lance can't help but be a little put out whenever he loses against him. But again, kisses, so it's much better than it used to be.

Not that he doesn't push himself extra hard when Keith's part of the race.

It's nice to be cheered on during beach volleyball, and after another win, he flops down on the sand next to him with a grin.]

The other team had no chance.

[tempredmental]

[Keith chuckled a bit.]

No, I guess not.

[He laid down next to Lance.]

How many more do you have to play?

[the_tailor]

Two more. We're at the semifinals. But the other teams need to play first, so I'm free for like...an hour or two?

[He leans in a bit, bumping their shoulders together.]

[tempredmental]

Good. Then we can have lunch.

[Keith leaned in and gave Lance a quick kiss.]

Stay there. I'll be back.

[This was Lance's tournament, so Keith was going to be the cheering section and everything else. He didn't mind. He came back with something that looked like seafood. Considering they were on the beach, that made sense.]

I tried some of the samples... it was pretty good. [He handed one of the containers to Lance as he sat down.]

C because why not

[scalpelofmarmora]

[Ulaz had been coming to the beach a few times since they had arrived on this planet. Beaches were low on the list of places he had been to recently so this was different than the mountains.

And of course practically every time he was there, there was a certain young paladin either playing or relaxing on the beach. Today he happened to be laying on the sand rather than doing something else. So Ulaz walked over]

You must really like places like this.

[the_tailor]

[He smiles up at Ulaz when he approaches him. Lance has long since decided that he is indeed a very cool guy, and he's more than happy to hang out with him.]

I do. It reminds me of home. I grew up right next to the beach... My siblings and I spent soooooo much time there.

[scalpelofmarmora]

[Ulaz had been getting to know the younger paladins since he had been there and he was finding that he enjoyed spend with them]

I see. Must have been nice, getting to spend time in a place like this.

[He was finding it wasn't so bad here. Too bad he's not dressed for it at all]

What sort of things did you do at the beach?

[the_tailor]

[Clearly, Ulaz, you need a swimsuit. Lance may or may not take you shopping for one at some point.]

A looooot of swimming and playing games in the water. Sometimes we'd just sunbathe, or build sand castles. If we were by a net, we'd play volleyball, like what I've been doing here. Except with less rules and a lot of intentional aiming at the head.

[Sometimes the kids in his family played rough, okay...]

E

[padadin]

[You would think that after living together in the castle and the Blameless after that, Shiro would be used to this. But nope, some things he'll never understand.]

Are all those creams really necessary?

[They're just so many, ok, and curiosity has finally taken the best of him. Please ignore the cute, blue tapir plushie under his arm.]

[the_tailor]

[He's still clad in a fluffy blue bathrobe from the spa, along with a comfortable set of slippers. After his back massage, he's decided to take a break and do some stocking up. Lance looks at Shiro with a raised eyebrow. ...And will comment on that plushie very soon.]

Extremely necessary. Some are for my face, some are for the rest of my skin. I'm trying to get some that I think would work great on Keith, too, even if getting him to use them is gonna be harder than a one on one fight with a robeast without my lion.

[padadin]

[An amused snort.] If you manage to make Keith wear your creams, I'll pay for your beauty products for six months.

[He says that as a joke, not as a challenge. Someone forgot who he's talking to for a moment here.]

[the_tailor]

Wait...seriously?! Done and done! Warning, though, I don't settle for less than the best.

[Grin.

Sorry, Shiro, you said it.]

A

[alwayscomeback]

[Sokka isn't taking part in the swimming competitions, or at least not this one- but he's here to cheer on his Space Twin and bolster the Waves good name. The other Fleet members might not realise this is blatantly the best team yet, but they'll come around. He even has a (crappy) hand-made sign which either depicts a blue lion trouncing all competition or literally anything else but that. It's like a Rorschach painting, you look at it hard enough, you can make up your own mind what it is. ]

Woooo! GO LANCE. Kick butt!!!

[the_tailor]

[He spots Sokka in the front of the crowd a little before he dives into the water and grins. It feels great to be cheered on, and...although he can't exactly make out what's on the sign, he bets it's supposed to be something good.

It's Lance's last race for the day, and he manages to take first place. Kind of surprisingly to him, considering how tired he is at this point. Once it's over, he waves to Sokka and runs over, completely ignoring all the no-running-near-the-pool rules his mom used to drill into his head.]

Heeeeeeeey! Thanks for coming by, man!

[alwayscomeback]

[Sokka grins, waving a hand in greeting as Lance comes over. ]

Of course! I gotta support my bro. You absolutely nailed that competition, the Waves are gonna kick every butt this season.

[the_tailor]

All the butts. Those dumb Starstrikers won't know what's hitting them.

[Yeah, his rivalry's in full gear now.]

I haven't really swam competitively since high school, but man, I still got it.

C

[ginger_firebird]

[He's not the only one enjoying the ocean. Mantis is barefoot in the surf, his boots sitting on a chair under an umbrella. Every so often he waves his hand and a small pile of sand tumbles out of his way. He laughs when a suddenly uncovered crab scuttles out of the way and buries itself again.

Turning his head, he sees Lance, and makes a curious noise.]

You're one one of the ships. I forgot which, but I remember that face.

[the_tailor]

[He's sunbathing when he suddenly hears someone addressing him. Lance blinks and sits up, brushing some sand off of him before smiling over at the guy.]

Yeah, I am! I'm aboard the Huntress, formerly of the Blameless. I'm almost positive I've seen you around the fleet before. I can't blame you, though, my face is hard to forget.

[ginger_firebird]

I would say the same of my face, but no one but my bathroom mirror knows what that looks like. Didn't you or some friends of yours end up almost burning down that kitchen trying to make chocolate?

[A bucket is orbiting close to his feet as he walks over.]

I felt bad for the shipmates who had to wake up to that. Burnt cocoa seeps into everything.

[the_tailor]

[Oh hello there floating bucket. Telekinesis, why not, he's seen stranger.]

Uhhhh...yeah, that was Hunk and me... We didn't burn down the kitchen, though! Just...kind of made a small fire.

[He sulks. Who knew that you couldn't just directly melt chocolate on the stove?]

D

[worn_wings]

[ Recently arrived to the Fleet, Daryl was reluctant to get involved in the games. Like the Olympics on steroids. The memory seems like a whole other lifetime. Eventually, though, he gets used to the crowds... Sort of. At least he gets less jumpy, more restless.

Turns out having free time takes some adjustment.

He goes in for archery because... Well, if he's playing, he's picking a game he knows. He hasn't joined a team, but fortunately there are plenty of friendly people on all of them loaning equipment. Right now, in the waiting area with Lance, he's testing the pull on an ornately painted Brightbirds bow. ]

Looks like a damn toy, [ he remarks, with a huff of a laugh. ]

[the_tailor]

[Lance is testing his own bow, getting a good feel for it, and looks over when he hears the comment. His eyes dart to the bow in question, and he can't help but outright laugh.]

Oh my god... Seriously! I don't wanna dump on any other teams cause of sportsmanship...well, aside from the Starstrikers... But that could totally be marketed towards kids.

[worn_wings]

[ With a faint sigh, he draws it, then carefully, slowly unflexes it. It's not actually a bad weapon, even if it's not his usual choice. But the weird thing about functional societies is, you need money to get stuff, and apparently competition is an okay way to make money. He knows his way around a bow. ]

Weight's okay, at least. Nice of 'em to lend it.

[ otherwise competing would be a lot harder ]

Which one's Starstriker?

[the_tailor]

Starstriker's the one wearing the black and silver. A whole lot of people joined them, but, ehhhhh...

[Specifically, the person Lance wanted to compete against most joined them, so.]

Maybe you can make some money with winnings to get one of your own, if that's your weapon of choice!