The craziest show in the galaxy, yup.

[balancingedge]

Who: Takashi Shirogane, Keith, Lance, Katie “Pidge” Holt, and whoever else gets dragged into this madness.
When: November 10th (with possible additions later for Curti Center run ins)
Where: the Dream Width, and see above
What: When all save the former Black Paladin get pulled into the Dream Width within the span of a morning, it becomes an Adventure retrieving them.
Warnings/Notes: Spoilers up to the end of Season 7 of Voltron: Legendary Defender. Also game shows. I’ll add more if anything shows up.

It’s shortly after midnight when all three signals are caught by the Curti Center’s radar. Prior to that, however, there is another sign: the barriers of both Red and Green go down as both mechanical lions stir, a low rumble of a growl echoing among the two of them. Black looks up and roars. They’re back, but in trouble. Yet like with the two disappearances among their team before, there is no sign whatsoever of what lies ahead.

Just a signal, and three lions that desperately want to get off the ground and fly to their paladins.

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Round Three!

[pidgeypidge]

“And now, back to Garfle Warfle Snick!” the announcer’s voice is entirely too cheerful.

“Welcome back, everybody! The Paladins of Voltron are trying to win their way off the show, but they just lost one of their team to the Warflater! How’s it going over there, Lance?” Bob questions, glancing over at Lance, suspended in the tank of green liquid.

“Actually, this feels great! The goo is nice and warm, and it feels like it’s exfoliating me.” And he does appear to be having a great time over there. It’s a little weird, actually.

“Well, eventually it’ll eat through your skin!” comes Bob’s voice, eliciting a cheer from the audience. “But let’s see if one of your friends can help you out.”

Bob’s chair floats over to where the others are still trapped and he leans in close to address Allura. “Well, hello princess!”

“What are we doing here, Bob?” she questions. “We’re playing the game!” is Bob’s reply. The audience applauds. “Please let us go. The universe needs Voltron.” It’s a valiant attempt, but Bob is quick with a comeback. “Well, then the Paladins of Voltron are just going to have to get serious about winning this game. Now, which one of you do you want to play to free Lance, huh? Who’s the brainiest of the team?” In the time it takes him to finish speaking, he’s moved to hover in front of the tank, and now he turns to watch Lance’s teammates expectantly.

Allura, Hunk and Keith all gesture toward the Green Paladin, who just raises her hand with an odd expression. “Alright little fella, come on out here!” With that, Pidge floats out from around the podium to hover near Bob’s chair. “Norlox, tell us what the next warfler is!”

“It’s… Bank Channel!” Cut to a shot of what is clearly a colorful mini golf setup with Pidge and Bob waiting off to the side. “Hey! It’s miniature golf!” Pidge actually sounds excited, because this is something familiar. Something she’s not going to have to think so hard about. “Miniature what?” Bob’s confused voice rings out.

“This game, it’s- never mind.” Explaining is obviously going to do no good. “Alright! Lemme show you how to play here.” Bob’s chair tilts again, and Pidge just blinks at him. “All you have to do is hit the sphere into the bank channel…” Bob hits the ball, which ricochets several times off the wave-shaped obstacles, before finally sinking into the hole.

“Easy! Think you can do that?” He hands the golf club over to Pidge.

“I think I can handle it.” Pidge takes the club and immediately changes her stance, sizing up the ball and the course…

Generic music begins to play as Pidge surveys the scene from several different angles, even going so far as to crouch down at one point, and lean far over so she’s nearly prone in another instant. Bob watches all this happen from the comfort of his fancy chair. “Ooo, very serious,” he points out, to the delight of the cheering audience. “The hole is… over there!” he supplies, earning another laugh track. Pidge considers for a few moments more, before finally standing again and making her swing...

[spaceforged]

Shiro cautionly observes this from his spot. She’s going to a lot of effort for this one shot. The math for it should be easy for her. He takes a second to look around and a suspicion rears up in the back of his head. He would love to step around the podium but he’s stuck there. “Pidge.” He says, trying to figure out what to say. “Whatever you’re going to do. You’ve already done it. Trust your instincts.”

He subsided and glances across at the Voltron team. He misses Hunk and Allura. He wants his friends to be a whole group. Safe. Protected. Or capable of protecting others and able to return to where they would find rest for a time. “...you’re doing fine.” Are they? Are they really?

He has never made a habit of lying to them. Even when his clone spoke he didn’t really lie. He knew as little as they did.

[balancingedge]

"She is." Keith, meanwhile, is trying very hard not to smirk at what is about to happen. He glances at Shiro for a split second and nods an affirmative. They'll be fine. He knows who he has to vote for to earn their freedom after she hits that glowing ball.

But, man, seeing this part again is almost worth the rest of it. Almost. Jerk of a host. "Pidge, we've been through this before. You already know the exact trajectory you need for this." There's an amused glint in his eye. He knows exactly what Pidge is about to go for and leans into the podium before him so he doesn't get hit in the back of the head in the process.

"Give him hell."