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[open] Catch-all!

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!]

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[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.]

[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.

[Keith chuckled a bit.]

No, I guess not.

[He laid down next to Lance.]

How many more do you have to play?

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.]

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.]

Yoooou are the best.

[He grabs a fork and stabs it into something that looks enough like shrimp, and pops it in his mouth, chewing. Holy quiznak does it taste good. Lance has always loved seafood as it was, and it's always great to try it on different planets.]

We should go to a fish shop or something and buy a bunch of stuff, stash it in the fridge... Then give Hunk puppy dog eyes to cook it.

Yeah. I know.

[Keith smirked teasingly.]

That's not a bad idea... but we'd have to either freeze some of it or cook it really fast before it goes bad. Of course, the other option is to get live stuff and keep it in a tank somewhere.

[But that might be weird for some people...]

I'm sure we can stash some stuff in the freezer. But noooo, we are not putting them in a tank. 'cause then I'm going to fall in love with them and not want to eat them.

[He pouts.]

When I was really little, my family took me to some seafood restaurant and you got to pick out your own lobster from the tank. I didn't realize it was for us to eat, and when that poor thing came out on a plate, I cried so hard my mom had to take me outside.

[Keith bit his lip in amusement, and then laughed.]

Really? You were that kid? [In a general sense. It wasn't like Keith had seen Lance crying in a restaurant over a lobster on his plate.] Oh my god. Pidge was right. You are a goofball.

[Keith leaned his shoulder against Lance's though. He was teasing.]

I am not a goofball! ...okay, maybe a little bit, but I'm more than that!

[He gives him a little pout, bumping his shoulder. But he knows Keith is just teasing.]

Don't you make fun of Pinchy the lobster... He was a good boy until they threw him in a boiling pot.

Did anyone actually eat him?

[Keith was curious, okay? and still might be chuckling a little.]

Yeah... I didn't talk to Marco and Luis for like a week after that.

[Don't laugh at his pain!]

[Oh no... that just made Keith snicker more.]

I'm sorry... It's just... it's funny.

Keeeeeeiiiiiiithy... You're breaking the heart of my four year old self!

[Why would you ever.]

You were four. I think it's time to move on.

[Keith poked a little at the food and then took a few bites. He wasn't used to a lot of seafood from having lived so far inland. It was expensive and hard to come by, and you took a lot of risks if it wasn't frozen prior to arrival.]

This is pretty good, though. I wonder if they have a lobster equivalent here...

[Yes... he went there.]

Nuh uh. It was a pivotal moment of my life.

[He takes a few more bites too, but chokes when he hears Keith say that.]

How dare you, sir! I spill my soul to you and get this back?

[Lance, don't act like you haven't actually eaten lobster anyway later in life.]

[Keith just laughed at the reaction. Sorry, Lance. He was just having too much fun at this.]

Because it's such a terrible thing to eat, right?

It's not! It's delicious, but still. Timing, bro!

[He shoves him lightly, playfully.]

What better way to get over something than to face it head on?

[Keith chuckled when Lance pushed him.]

You're not pushing me into the deep end!

[Get it? Deep end? Cause...water creatures......]

I do everything in the deep end.

[Keith grinned a little, putting their lunches aside for the moment, and giving Lance a gentle push down on to the blanket.]

You do everything in the deep end, huh? Well, that opens a whoooole new avenue of opportunities for our next swim....

[Like he could help it. Lance grins, giving Keith a sloppy kiss on the cheek.]

Yeah... it really does, doesn't it?

[Keith settled down next to him, his arms folded on Lance's chest where he could rest his chin on them.]

Whoa, wait, what--- You actually-- Duuuude.

[He thought he was going to get a bap on the head for that statement. Lance can't help but laugh, pulling him closer.]

Yeah... I did, didn't I?

[Keith smirked, glad to hear Lance laugh.]

I guess that was a good thing, huh?

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