A. Third District
[He knows he's out of sorts but he can't afford to let it slow him down. They hadn't had time to do more than pile into the airship and head away from the dream width. He'd pulled on his Garrison uniform he'd retrieved what felt like a lifetime ago. It's a little tight but it fits exactly as it should.

That's more comforting than he ever knew it could be.

Shiro walks slowly through the halls taking in the relics. Pieces of tech that can't be fixed are set beside fragments that look like they once belonged on weapons. He pauses at intervals to take it all in. This is history in the way he can understand it best. He's quiet, not speaking at all until he reaches the painting of the Eidolons. His eyes widen as it dawns on him they're all there. Even ones they haven't seen.]

...Are all the names here? [He steps closer to it and scans the painting looking for anything he can find and his brows come down, his shoulders slightly raising.]

Of course, Ultros would deface this.

The Opera

[When he'd heard about the opera, "A Goddess's Tears" he had to come to see it. It's a creation myth they might not get the chance to see again. He hadn't ever had the time in his life to sit and watch an opera or a show in this way. He'd been too busy reaching for the stars in any way he could. Then it was surviving. Fighting a war.

It's an experience that catches him entirely by surprise. Watching movies and seeing tv shows, even news reports is different from watching actors on a stage performing with all of their heart.

He stares. Despite himself, it reminds him of the Voltron Show. But the purpose of this telling is different from retelling the lives of five people in a war. Yet the end goal is the same, to tell a story and inspire people. When it's over he claps along with everyone else, his thoughts swirling in circles. He moves carefully, pausing at the end of an aisle.]

Wait for most of the crowd to pass, then go. [He says to the person behind him as he moves to let them pass. He fully intends to let people go while he waits for his own moment. He needs to regroup with the others and discuss what he saw.]

Housing

[Shiro sets his duffle bag down on the bed in their assigned housing and notes where everyone is. Keith is primarily the lead but in a way, he supposes he's stepped up a little higher into Allura's former position. He has the contacts, the funding, and experience to guide and give advice. It's not so bad. He's still part of the team.

Shiro sighs. Their team needed to double up to get everyone into two houses. He'd looked to Keith. They know each other's secrets and there won't be any unpleasant surprises while they share space. Anyone dropping by to visit Team Voltron and co will find him prowling through both houses, taking a look at the main areas and on the street.

His brow is often furrowed as he studies and observes anything going on around him.]

Parasraya discovery

[It turns out cats absolutely love him. He's covered in them. Their rumbling purrs and meows are so loud he has to raise his voice to be heard.] What? No. I-

[He closes his eyes and turns his head to the side with a heavy sigh of annoyance. He ignores the cats dangling from his arm like colorful fuzzy tassels. One kitten takes this chance to climb up and burrow up against his neck. He's given up trying to get them off.]

I'm looking for the Archaeologist guild. No, you can't pay me to take these guys off your hands. I don't-

[Another sigh, his shoulders coming up and cats climb up his back making him wince. ]

How about this. I'll take them to the Catmancer guild. They can deal with it and you'll still be free.

[The cats cuddle closer to him, twinning around his legs, and curling up on top of his boots. He puts just enough of a plead into his voice.]

Please.

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