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maskormenacelogs2018-01-28 04:25 am
shiroics) wrote in maskormenacelogs2018-01-28 04:25 am
Open + Closed
WHO: Shiro and YOU
WHERE: Maurtia Falls, Heropa, De Chima if you'd like
WHEN: Various times in January
WHAT: Shiro reads books, evades fans, and works out.
WARNINGS: N/a, will be added if anything comes up!
OPEN. The Novel Hovel, Maurtia Falls.
Shiro's job at the Heropa flight museum isn't the most strenuous, and it leaves him plenty of free time and energy to burn. He spends a lot of it with Keith and Lance, or training, or chivvying Keith and Lance to train with him; for most of the rest of it, he explores. It's good tactical sense, it's his natural inclination, and it's a taste of liberty that even Voltron couldn't restore to him, after his escape.
Today he's in Maurtia Falls, tucked into the back corner of a little bookstore-and-cafe he'd found exploring a new neighborhood. Shiro's not sure what he wants to read, if anything, but there's satisfaction just in picking up books to feel their heft, flipping through them to get the most out of that new-paper smell. Tablets are infinitely more convenient, but this is something he didn't even realize he'd missed.
He wanders through the astronomy, science fiction, and politics sections of the store, picking up and replacing books as he goes until he has a small stack.
OPEN. Any Porter city.
Shiro was no stranger to public admiration, even before the arena or Voltron. He was never the most gregarious member of the Galaxy Garrison, but his skills always put him under heavy scrutiny from superior officers and peers alike. Selection for the Kerberos mission made him a literal poster boy, and from there followed the interviews, the people stopping him in the street, the strict instructions for managing his social media profile.
That doesn't make his run-ins with imPort fandom any less bewildering. At least on his own universe he'd done something to earn some of the attention. Here, fans want autographs and selfies seemingly just because he's here. He's pretty sure they only know he's an imPort because his right arm is obviously off-world tech -- one more thing to hold against his time in Galra prison.
He tries to be polite to the fans, but today, after the fifteenth request to touch his prosthetic (and the fourth request to touch his completely non-technological left bicep), his patience is wearing thin.
"Sorry, I just really have to get going..."
He just needs to figure out where.
CLOSED TO TEAM VOLTRON. The Beach House of Lions, Heropa.
Although Shiro hasn't technically vacated his assigned residence and moved in yet, he has a key, a toothbrush and toiletry kit in the bathroom, and a guest bedroom with spare pajamas and a change of clothes in the dresser, so by this point it's really only a question of paperwork.
He didn't sleep over last night, but that doesn't stop him from letting himself in sometime between dawn and whenever people who aren't Shiro prefer to wake up, already dressed in his workout clothes.
"Keith? Lance? Are you up? The weather's great, you should come run on the beach with me."
WHERE: Maurtia Falls, Heropa, De Chima if you'd like
WHEN: Various times in January
WHAT: Shiro reads books, evades fans, and works out.
WARNINGS: N/a, will be added if anything comes up!
OPEN. The Novel Hovel, Maurtia Falls.
Shiro's job at the Heropa flight museum isn't the most strenuous, and it leaves him plenty of free time and energy to burn. He spends a lot of it with Keith and Lance, or training, or chivvying Keith and Lance to train with him; for most of the rest of it, he explores. It's good tactical sense, it's his natural inclination, and it's a taste of liberty that even Voltron couldn't restore to him, after his escape.
Today he's in Maurtia Falls, tucked into the back corner of a little bookstore-and-cafe he'd found exploring a new neighborhood. Shiro's not sure what he wants to read, if anything, but there's satisfaction just in picking up books to feel their heft, flipping through them to get the most out of that new-paper smell. Tablets are infinitely more convenient, but this is something he didn't even realize he'd missed.
He wanders through the astronomy, science fiction, and politics sections of the store, picking up and replacing books as he goes until he has a small stack.
OPEN. Any Porter city.
Shiro was no stranger to public admiration, even before the arena or Voltron. He was never the most gregarious member of the Galaxy Garrison, but his skills always put him under heavy scrutiny from superior officers and peers alike. Selection for the Kerberos mission made him a literal poster boy, and from there followed the interviews, the people stopping him in the street, the strict instructions for managing his social media profile.
That doesn't make his run-ins with imPort fandom any less bewildering. At least on his own universe he'd done something to earn some of the attention. Here, fans want autographs and selfies seemingly just because he's here. He's pretty sure they only know he's an imPort because his right arm is obviously off-world tech -- one more thing to hold against his time in Galra prison.
He tries to be polite to the fans, but today, after the fifteenth request to touch his prosthetic (and the fourth request to touch his completely non-technological left bicep), his patience is wearing thin.
"Sorry, I just really have to get going..."
He just needs to figure out where.
CLOSED TO TEAM VOLTRON. The Beach House of Lions, Heropa.
Although Shiro hasn't technically vacated his assigned residence and moved in yet, he has a key, a toothbrush and toiletry kit in the bathroom, and a guest bedroom with spare pajamas and a change of clothes in the dresser, so by this point it's really only a question of paperwork.
He didn't sleep over last night, but that doesn't stop him from letting himself in sometime between dawn and whenever people who aren't Shiro prefer to wake up, already dressed in his workout clothes.
"Keith? Lance? Are you up? The weather's great, you should come run on the beach with me."
Beach House of Lions.
Inhuman.
" 'm up now..." Was his grumbled answer to Shiro's question as he shuffled out of his room, clad in the closest thing he could find that resembled his night clothes from the castle ship. He yawned, stretching as he decides to move toward the kitchen. "What time is it?"
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He emerges with a towel wrapped around his shoulders having stepped out from the shower. He's dressed simply in a pair of sweat pants and a tank, water still dripping down his hair.
He gives Lance a once over, before chuckling a bit. How much beauty sleep did he need? It's not like Lance needed it (if he was honest. He's seen him enough lately to know). He wraps his towel around his shoulders, looking between Lance and Shiro.
"How long have you been up, Shiro?"
Second Prompt - De Chima
Which is why he can sympathize with the man with the prosthetic arm when he sees him clearly trying to remove himself from the situation.
Finn comes over to the human and says, "Hey, I've been looking for you. You agreed to come help me with... the thing. The important thing." The elf points in the general direction away from the fans.
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He tugs his hand loose, offers a final, chagrined wave-and-grin to his followers, then follows the new arrival at a brisk but unhurried pace suitable for someone off to do something unspecified but extremely important -- at least until they're safely hidden by the nearest street corner.
"Thanks for the save. I thought they were about to start eating me alive," he jokes, giving his erstwhile rescuer a subtle onceover. If pressed, Shiro would say he looks a bit like a goth Altean, but that's probably a coincidence.
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Like a lot of humans here, imPort or not, Finn has a hard time pinpointing what race of Man this fellow is. The closest guess is Imperial or Breton, but even that doesn't seem right. Perhaps he doesn't fit into any race of Man that Finn knows. He's starting to think that's the case with everybody here.
"The name's Finn. Finn Onaru."
novel hovel!
Besides, bookstores are novel to her. Physical books, written with ink and bound in leather - those are old things and relics mostly, back in her homeworld. To have them readily available here, and more than that the primary way books are kept, is novel and fascinating.
Which is what brings her here. She's not particularly looking to blend in, preferring to remain noticeable to an extent when she's in her official capacity, but at the moment she's simply browsing, her path bringing her almost on a collision course with his that she only just narrowly avoids.
"Oh, goodness. I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to get in your way." A smile, and a slight glance at his arm. Import, she feels fairly certain. "I hope you're finding everything you need." And that's a little teasing, given the stack of books he's been accumulating.
Heropa
Which means that when he spots Shiro getting accosted, he's sympathetic to the far too polite man's plight, or maybe it's the prosthetic that draws his attention (even if it is a more advanced model than his) but either way Shiro is going to have a cowboy coming to his rescue, sans gun (stupid Florida and their no open-carry laws) but still sporting hat, boots, and serape.
"There you are!" His voice is mock stern as he frowns at Shiro, though he winks at him, putting an arm around his shoulders and wagging a finger at him, hoping he'll catch on and play along. "Yer twenty minutes late, had to come lookin' fer you. Boss ain't gonna be happy." He turns his glare (which can actually be kind of scary when he uses it) on the small crowd. "Ain't y'all got somewhere else t' be? Git." He shoos them away and then turns to Shiro "C'mon, we gotta get goin' or we're both gonna be in trouble." At which point he tugs at Shiro's shoulder so they can head off down the street, hopefully together, unless he feels like blowing it and leaving himself to the mercies of his new fangirls.