Where Trash World Rules Are Concerned

[scalpelofmarmora]

Who: Ulaz and YOU!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: various
When: Anytime while in system

Option 1: Scrapheap
[Ulaz could be found a lot of the time at the piles of junk on this planet. With so many projects to work on and a big one being Shiro's arm so that he didn't have that problem anymore, he needed a lot of supplies. Luckily he was a big guy and not likely prone to people trying to take things from him.

It seemed to be a worth while endeavor at least. He was finding a lot of things that he could use]

Option 2: Blameless
[Some of Ulaz's supplies from scavenging were squirreled away in his room because he didn't want to leave them out. Some, however, had been temporarily moved to the lounge space on the Blameless whenever he found himself with a moment.

From previous discussions with Death over on the Caprine, he had decided to try his hand at building something for Loyalty, Justice's cat. He had taken some time during the drift to read up on the tiny felines - especially since one kept coming in trying to chew on things in his lab - and he was prepared to try a solution that might keep her mildly distracted.

So he was currently seated on the floor of the lounge trying to put together pieces to make something of a "cat tree". There were also length of rope next to him and what must have been once some carpeting, but he wasn't ready for those yet.

Help him? Hinder him? Keep him company while he works? Your call!]

Option 3: Junker Racing
[He had mentioned it to only a few people since he had been here, but Ulaz had, in his youth, been quite a daredevil. Most however, didn't really know that.

But in the course of his investigations of the planet, he found the junker racing. Ah... youth. But he couldn't seem to tear himself away from watching it...]

Closed to Lyall: Arena
[He couldn't quite be sure how of their frequent conversations circled around to it, but it had. Probably the arena had come up somewhere along the line and it had sparked the conversation. Seemed the most likely.

Ulaz had been curious for sometime about the actual physical capabilities of a werewolf, but wasn't sure if it was polite to ask a gentleman when they tried to maintain a certain air eighty-night percent of the time.

Lyall was apparently frustrated after his glitch, as beat up as he had been. Understandable.

So it had been decided they were going to face off in the arena. It was not the venue Ulaz would have thought Lyall would pick, but who was he to complain. It had intrigued him too much to worry about it for too long.

Here they were, in the arena. Ulaz could have worn his full armor, but he had decided to keep it more fair, only the suit he worry under it. It was the most superficial of protection. But it wasn't a slight against what he thought Lyall could do; the tradition of palen bol meant Galra were notorious gluttons for pain, seeing it as an opportunity for growth. He did however have one of his swords. He didn't intend to use it, but if found he did, he'd have it]

Whenever you are ready.

[Lyall would have the first move]

Comments

[sandywolf]

[Honestly, on any normal day, Lyall would have avoided the arena. First, because he actually hates fighting if he can avoid it. Second, because he knows Biffy will disapprove.

But he has been strumming with nervous energy ever since the glitch. The wounds are gone, and he has been acting normal enough, but it feels like this needs some sort of closure for his brain to finally leave him in peace about the whole thing.

At least, this is with someone he knows and actually trusts, and not throwing fisticuffs with a random stranger like he has seen some people do. He knows Ulaz will be civilized about it afterwards, and will stop if Lyall decides he's had enough.

Unlike his opponent, Lyall is dressed... pretty much the same way he normally is, with his suit and waistcoat and cravat. Between that and the difference in their sizes, they make an almost comical pair.

That being said, Lyall has always been a careful fighter. That is partly why he has stayed alive so long. He other part is that he is, actually, pretty damn strong, and also extremely fast.

He starts by circling from a reasonable distance... and then gives a burst of speed, bringing him right next to Ulaz, and because of his smaller size, it's easy enough to go and duck under the Galra's guard and aim a fist at his midsection.

Maybe Ulaz might end up wishing he'd worn some armor at least.]

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[padadin]

[While Shiro is eager to have both arms again so he can pilot, he is trying not to pressure his friends for it. They have projects and a life of their own and that's something he must respect. Besides, he isn't sure how difficult a prosthetic connected to his nervous system can be. He'd rather wait and having something good than something rushed and not working well. He has patience to spare.

That said, even with people having all kinds of projects in this system, finding the lounge with such weird parts comes to him as a surprise. It's something he would expect from Pidge, not Ulaz.]

Ulaz...? What exactly are you trying to build here?

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[whatisright]

[Ulaz may not be ready, but Loyalty certainly is.

She comes in with her tail held high, sniffing curiously at the tools and items strewn around and making sure to rub herself up against Ulaz in the most distracting manner. Why should he work on whatever he's working on when he can pet her?

And of course, where Loyalty goes, Justice is usually quick to follow, as he comes into the lounge to frown at the project.]

What is this?

[sandywolf]

[So something has become rather noticeable in the last day or so. It seems like something is happening between the two werewolves. Biffy has been seen more than one exiting a room when Lyall enters it, and when they are usually often seen together even if they are not attached at the hip, they do seem to be going each their own way for now, except for during the day where it seems they still sleep in the same bed.

Lyall doesn't seem to find anything odd with this, and he's kept on with his duties, and his usual wandering on the ship and he doesn't seem overly concerned with it at all.

When he stumbles on Ulaz, he stops in his tracks and cocks his head to the side.]

What a peculiar contraption? What purpose does it serve?

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[tempredmental]

[Of course, Keith would find the races. He was intrigued at this idea of building a racer and then racing it, and it made him a little wistful for having Hunk around. Hunk would have been an amazing mechanic to help get one of these things together and racing.

Of course, that didn't mean Keith couldn't still find a crew and go racing, right? Right.

So, he was exploring the area, checking out the racers and the crews, and- okay. Sure. He might have just gotten himself enrolled in a race. In fact, he name was on that roster Ulaz happened to be looking over. And there was still time to sign up with something if Ulaz was interested. Huh... what do you know?]

blameless;

[vartex]

[Oh hey, just the guy he was looking for... albeit not in the place he was going to look. Messer has a few scuffs and mild cuts as he wanders through the lounge area, after a particularly wild bout in the fighting arena. Nothing serious, but worth a bandaid or two. He stops at the sight of... whatever the heck that is, though.]

Working on a new project?

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[princessences]

[ They're there for similar reasons, so it makes sense to combine their efforts, doesn't it? Besides, Allura could use something to do with her hands to keep her mind off of things. Constantly feeling at odds with her actions and her intentions isn't a place she wants to be.

Allura may not be a "big guy" like Ulaz, but she's fiercely protective of her finds never the less. And she gives an excited squeak when she finds something at the top of another pile. ]

Ulaz! Come take a look at this.

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[oratorical]

[At least for now, Leia isn't participating in these races. Just watching, interested in taking in the culture of a planet that's literally a dump. Even for her this is new, and that fact alone is enough to catch her interest.

And well, the races themselves are interesting to watch.]

I can hardly believe some of those speeders can actually function.