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melodiesofeternity2018-10-01 05:39 pm
balancingedge) wrote in melodiesofeternity2018-10-01 05:39 pm
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Re:Dates and Prank Wars
Who: Keith, Shiro, and you!
When: See prompts
Where: Voltron House and Arito proper
What: The Prank War in the Voltron and friends household begins. Also dates and getting busted on one. (But was it really a secret or is Lance just that dense?)
Warnings/Notes: We tried so hard to keep back the gay spoilers. It lasted X tags.
Just A Quiet Evening (locked to Takashi Shirogane) - 9/29
[It was Shiro’s choice this evening, and thankfully everyone else seems to be out or in their rooms by the time both are about to leave the house looking… well, halfway decent and decidedly not in work uniforms or job armor. It’s a small miracle, despite the fact it’s still casual clothing. Keith in particular is sporting a light jacket, a decent shirt that isn’t just another black t-shirt for once (it’s red plaid; no one should be surprised at this point). Plus, by this point he’s fairly certain everyone at home had gotten the subtle clues. (Oh, how wrong he is.)]
Ready? [He asks, waiting at the back door as Shiro approaches, a relaxed almost-smile playing at the corner of his lips yet it dances in violet eyes. He’s been looking forward to this all week.]
A Quiet Evening Interrupted (Locked to Takashi Shirogane and Lance) - 9/29
[All seemed to be going rather well, all things considered. For a college town, there was plenty of cafes to choose from. There was even a lovely window seat available when they arrived to the locally-owned cafe they’d decided upon. On the edge of town and surrounded by college housing, but cozy and inviting. Both are chatting quietly, relaxed and very much in their best yet-still-casual attire…
Keith’s smiling at some joke Shiro just told. What is this madness?]
The Pranks Begin… - 9/30
[Everything seemed to be going rather well this morning. The sun was shining, the desert insects were still buzzing, the college kids were likely still nursing a hangover from illegal drinking the night before… It was the start of a good day and nothing could go wrong.
Except for one teeny tiny little thing: And that thing being vibrant green dye going down the drain as Keith showered. He stepped out of the shower, drying off when he noticed some of the color come off on the towel.]
… [He sighs, wraps the towel around his waist, and goes back into their bedroom proper to get his slate.] Very funny, Shiro.
[Except his expression says anything but that. Instead, he takes the device, walks back into the bathroom, and slams the door.]
Careful this morning Lance. Someone decided to start some pranks.
[Then followed by a mass text to everyone in the house (except Shiro):]
Whatever you do tomorrow, don’t sit in Shiro’s usual chair at the table.
[He has a plan, but that will have to wait. He turns the water back on and ups the temperature to as hot as he can handle before going back in, leaving the device on the counter and the bathroom door locked.
...and is very, very grumpy when he can't get all the green out before work. He sits down at the table, fully dressed, irritated and very much attempting not to show it. He's not very successful. Especially if someone starts snickering.]
Not. A word.
A Poked Lion is Never A Good Thing - 9/30
[He tried so hard and got so far, but in the end his hair is still a dark shade a green. Keith seems irritated by this fact as he wanders the local shops in Arito and, later in the afternoon, Sparks Golsaucia. In Arito he’s looking at… shampoo? Especially since a certain someone was so kind to add hair dye to his.
And then, in Sparks Golsaucia... huh. That certainly is some super duty glue he’s looking at. What ever could that be used for?] “WARNING: Do not use acetone to remove”... Perfect.
[... Uh oh.]
Wildcard
[Want to run into Keith while he’s still wandering around before the fifth and thus while his hair is still green? Feel free to poke me! He’ll likely be working on his Custom Job still, along with flying and working on trade routes.]
When: See prompts
Where: Voltron House and Arito proper
What: The Prank War in the Voltron and friends household begins. Also dates and getting busted on one. (But was it really a secret or is Lance just that dense?)
Warnings/Notes: We tried so hard to keep back the gay spoilers. It lasted X tags.
Just A Quiet Evening (locked to Takashi Shirogane) - 9/29
[It was Shiro’s choice this evening, and thankfully everyone else seems to be out or in their rooms by the time both are about to leave the house looking… well, halfway decent and decidedly not in work uniforms or job armor. It’s a small miracle, despite the fact it’s still casual clothing. Keith in particular is sporting a light jacket, a decent shirt that isn’t just another black t-shirt for once (it’s red plaid; no one should be surprised at this point). Plus, by this point he’s fairly certain everyone at home had gotten the subtle clues. (Oh, how wrong he is.)]
Ready? [He asks, waiting at the back door as Shiro approaches, a relaxed almost-smile playing at the corner of his lips yet it dances in violet eyes. He’s been looking forward to this all week.]
A Quiet Evening Interrupted (Locked to Takashi Shirogane and Lance) - 9/29
[All seemed to be going rather well, all things considered. For a college town, there was plenty of cafes to choose from. There was even a lovely window seat available when they arrived to the locally-owned cafe they’d decided upon. On the edge of town and surrounded by college housing, but cozy and inviting. Both are chatting quietly, relaxed and very much in their best yet-still-casual attire…
Keith’s smiling at some joke Shiro just told. What is this madness?]
The Pranks Begin… - 9/30
[Everything seemed to be going rather well this morning. The sun was shining, the desert insects were still buzzing, the college kids were likely still nursing a hangover from illegal drinking the night before… It was the start of a good day and nothing could go wrong.
Except for one teeny tiny little thing: And that thing being vibrant green dye going down the drain as Keith showered. He stepped out of the shower, drying off when he noticed some of the color come off on the towel.]
… [He sighs, wraps the towel around his waist, and goes back into their bedroom proper to get his slate.] Very funny, Shiro.
[Except his expression says anything but that. Instead, he takes the device, walks back into the bathroom, and slams the door.]
Careful this morning Lance. Someone decided to start some pranks.
[Then followed by a mass text to everyone in the house (except Shiro):]
Whatever you do tomorrow, don’t sit in Shiro’s usual chair at the table.
[He has a plan, but that will have to wait. He turns the water back on and ups the temperature to as hot as he can handle before going back in, leaving the device on the counter and the bathroom door locked.
...and is very, very grumpy when he can't get all the green out before work. He sits down at the table, fully dressed, irritated and very much attempting not to show it. He's not very successful. Especially if someone starts snickering.]
Not. A word.
A Poked Lion is Never A Good Thing - 9/30
[He tried so hard and got so far, but in the end his hair is still a dark shade a green. Keith seems irritated by this fact as he wanders the local shops in Arito and, later in the afternoon, Sparks Golsaucia. In Arito he’s looking at… shampoo? Especially since a certain someone was so kind to add hair dye to his.
And then, in Sparks Golsaucia... huh. That certainly is some super duty glue he’s looking at. What ever could that be used for?] “WARNING: Do not use acetone to remove”... Perfect.
[... Uh oh.]
Wildcard
[Want to run into Keith while he’s still wandering around before the fifth and thus while his hair is still green? Feel free to poke me! He’ll likely be working on his Custom Job still, along with flying and working on trade routes.]
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He lets go of Keith's hand only to pull out his chair and sit down.] I've heard it's just as quiet in the winter. It's a little livelier but even when its crowded people maintain the atmosphere.
[He loves the Lone Drake. It's pleasant and cozy without touching too hard on any kind of home related feelings.]
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What? He only relaxed slightly; this isn't enough for him to drop his guard entirely. There's only one place on this planet that he'll do that.] Guess we'll see in a couple months.
[It's no shack in the middle of nowhere; he'll be fine regardless.]
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I'm looking forward to it. [Getting to share the seasons together would be nice. Even if they have a clock to race against and things trying to kill them. Coffee is set down between them and the waiter moves off giving them privacy.]
You've had some time with the airships and the pilots...what do you think?
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Hm... Racing against the clock and things trying to kill them? Eh, that's just another day that ends with the letter "Y" in some Earthling calendars. And apparently a few other worlds' calendar systems, like this one. Weird how that works out.]
Other than how weird it is that the flight systems seem to have stemmed from three or four different sources meshed together into one that functions but is likely mediocre in comparison to the original? It's not that bad. Though I imagine it's hard to learn it from scratch.
[It being an amalgamation of said different styles and systems. He takes a sip of his coffee.]
The difference in maximum speed was a steep learning curve, though not nearly as bad as Lance learning how to fly Red the first time. I'm surprised he didn't dent Red's face on Black's left wing.
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Speaking of dents. You've been on The Rush. Right? You've seen the dent in the left bulkhead. But did anyone ever tell you why its there?
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Once or twice, and yeah. Though a certain someone seemed a bit... twitchy anytime anyone asked.
[Almost like he's embarrassed or got caught taking something he shouldn't.]
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I can bet they explained to you how colder climates form ice on the ship. That we have to go out and chip it off in the areas we can.
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[He sips his coffee, but to say his curiosity isn't still piqued would be a lie. He leans in a little once he places the cup down on the table, hand resting down next to it. That grin always meant a punchline was coming; he can't help it.]
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He doesn't want to interrupt his own telling.] The problem this is time is he misjudged the angle. The ice shot through the window and hammered the bulkhead.
He was so embarrassed he didn't speak to anyone the whole flight. It wasn't really that big of a deal. But he acted like it was and thus way 'grandma got run over by the captain' became a drinking song on board.