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[donnydobie]

Iva ➩ control room ➩ tags - open ➩ ♮

It took her a few moments before she got her mind back. "Okay. You're okay," she took in a deep breath, reassuring herself aloud. "This is going to be more than fine. This is a wonderful opportunity. You're doing great." Exhaling, she decided to go back and look at the star projection in the control room because that seemed to be the only thing grounding her at the moment. Which was odd, since she would usually read a textbook and she'd be fine for the rest of the day.

She walked briskly to the control room, not wanting to bump into any of the people on the ship. Even if you bump into somebody, you can just walk past them, she thought, plus, you're almost there. She entered the room and immediately started up the program exactly the way Allura showed her to. The stars showed in an instant. Iva was tempted to laugh at herself. She was getting worked up about absolutely nothing, her home was right there. She just had to finish her job before she got there. She'd been through different trials of life - ending of friendships, family fights, the works - yet this one seemed to be the most trying. She hadn't a clue why. All she knew was she wasn't an algebra equation and that she needed more than ever to listen to what her brain was telling her.

As she stared at the projection of Earth, Iva contemplated what she should do next. Try to talk to someone or avoid all contact until she knew a little more about Hunk. Either way, she'd have to talk to people to get what she wanted. But who? Keith? Keith didn't seem too attached to anyone really - at least, what she's seen. Lance? Yeah, he and Hunk seemed pretty close when she saw them together at any instance. I'll ask him about Hunk. What about the others? She shifted on the floor and blinked once. Everyone else seemed to be in the same boat as she was. Trying their best to make themselves adapt quick enough to look like they're the alpha of the trainees. Iva thought to put yourself in the positions of alpha, or even just having those labels in a team, was quite annoying and stupid for everyone else involved. Sometimes it worked, gave the other members motivation to be the best. Sometimes it just made the team grow apart from disagreement about the entire scenario.

[lance mclame]

(name) keith (location) training room (mood) relaxed (tagged) nickel ii

already seated at the table with a bowl of green, keith shoveled a spoonful of the slime into his mouth as he acknowledged the cargo runner by grunting a 'good morning'. it was still odd to him, seeing other beings around the ship that weren't the original bunch. it took some getting used to and keith remembered not so fondly about the several times he nearly jumped one of the runners. for months, it had always been just them, the paladins, the princess, coran, and the mice so when you wake up to the almost unexpected banging of metal against metal down the corridors, it was unsettling.

swallowing the mouthful, he shifted his gaze over to where nickel was getting ready his own plate, "you, uh, getting some stuff done?" he asked cautiously. keith was not one for small talk nor was he a very social creature but he decided he could at least be nice. he wasn't as much of a jerk as some people made him seem but then again, his bluntness could also be taken for rudeness. keith's spoon hit the bottom of the bowl with a clank and he realized he had finished the whole thing. surely, he hadn't been that hungry but maybe the cracking of his joints and burning of his muscles distracted him from his stomach.

[tesla ezekiel]

illia ➳ hallways

his footsteps and thoughts echoed down the hall with him, and he felt just as empty as the castle. it wasn't a pleasant feeling, but it wasn't something he could really shake off, either. it was odd, walking down these halls and wondering where this was going to lead him, this whole "paladin-in-training" thing. it was odd, you know? but it was interesting and exciting and so damn horrifying all at the same time. illia felt like crying, but also having a laughing fit at the same time. he was so caught up in this that he didn't even see his own mentor right in front of him. he literally walked right into lance, and fell right onto his tailbone. "ow! damn, i'm sorry..."
illia looked up and realized who it was right away, and he couldn't stop staring. stop staring, you dumb quiznak! he blinked a couple times, running a hand through his hair and getting up slowly, spewing out apologies. he even stuttered a little, which is something illia never did. never. ever.

[donnydobie]

Lance ➟ Bathrooms ➟ tags - open ➟ ♮

He walked lazily to the entrance of the baths, humming a song under his breath. I'll just go take a shower and try to breathe. that is, before Illia bumped into him.
"Hey you're..." he snapped his fingers, thinking. "Illia! my trainee. don't worry about it, people fall for me way too often." he gave the other his signature smirk and offered a hand. "In all seriousness, you're fine. I'm sure you're just adjusting and all that good stuff, don't worry about it. It's hard to adjust to these conditions," he drew in a silent breath. "Want to see how I keep my perfect complexion?"
He gave Illa a friendly smile even though his mind was yelling at him to turn him away, don't talk to him. He's my trainee, I have to develop something with him. I can't keep avoiding him.

[tesla ezekiel]

illia ➳ hallways

he stood shakily, still shocked that he had just run into his mentor. as lance spoke, illia's head was spinning as he tried to listen to lance. "well, i'm glad i'm not the first." he smiled lightly, barely hearing lance's next words, something about adjusting. illia was adjusting just fine. everything was passing by like a blur. that was what was catching him off guard. "yeah, why not? I need to wash my face anyway." he shrugged, trying to seem like hey, this is nothing.

shiro ⇒ training room

after a while of sitting in the grass and admiring the sky, as well as thinking far too much. shiro got up slowly, deciding that after all that, the best way to clear his head would be to train. hestood, running a hand through his hair before making his way through the hallways and rooms of the castle, soon approaching the training room. he opened the door and stepped inside, double checking to make sure there wasn't anyone behind him. shiro sighed, doing some stretches before activating the simlation. quickly, he dodged a jab aimed toward his chest, and used his leg to sweep the robot off of its feet and it landed on its back. "point for shiro, none for training program," he muttered.

[Evil Muffin Overlord]

:: Nickel :: 19 :: Alien :: Support :: Kitchen :: Tags - Keith ::

Nickel poured the goo, grimacing slightly at its unappetizing 'glorp' as it fell into his bowl. But, breakfast was breakfast, so he dropped himself off at the table, directly across from Keith.

The cargo runner shrugged. "Not very much TO get done, unless the princess wants to send me out again." He began eating, and it took him a minute to realize that conversations were, surprise surprise, supposed to be two-sided, and he hadn't added anything that even remotely sent the conversation back to the paladin. But, Keith had already finished his food... Would it be rude of him to try to make conversation when the paladin had no other reason to stay in the kitchen?

Being around people was hard.

"What about you? What does a paladin of Voltron do when not, uh, flying around in lions, delivering justice and freedom or whatever?" Nickel felt that was a fair question. Maybe if there was something specific, he'd be able to fill up his down time with more than just counting stars or pacing his room.

[donnydobie]

Lance ➟ bathroom ➟ tags - illia ➟ ♮

He smiled, leading the other to the sink he usually used. "I usually don't tell people my secrets for my perfect skin, but you're an exception," He turned on the water, looking at the other from the mirror in the front of him on the wall. "I mean, you're my trainee, I ought to make you an exception, am I right?" He chuckled lightly, running his hands through the now lukewarm water. "So... what are your hobbies? Other than being super cute, of course."

Iva ➩ hallways ➩ tags - open ➩ ♮

She listened to the sounds of the control room before abruptly standing up, shutting off the program, and leaving the room entirely. Time to find Lance. She had made up her mind; she was going to find Lance. A goal had been set, one she had to accomplish before it got too late and she had no information about her trainer. This had never happened for her in the past. Iva was completely and almost arrogantly sure she would find Lance, and maybe even meet some of the other people on the ship on the way.

[tesla ezekiel]

illia // hallways

this was really happening, huh? illia had met his idol and now he was going to show him how to... wait, what was lance going to do? put on makeup? wash his face? either one was fine, illia wouldn't care, i mean this is lance, paladin of voltron. it was so hard to keep him cool right now, especially around his mentor. he felt so many mixed emotions right now. he was scared he was gonna mess up, but he was really excited to finally talk to lance, he was tired, and he just wanted to turn around and sprint to tell his dad -- 'hey, guess who i met?' and yet, he masked it like a pro. it was like a talent he never knew he had, making his emotions like it was nothing. sometimes it came on handy, sometimes it didn't. "ha, well, i guess this whole training thing does have some extra benefits." he smirked, the joking undertone glinting in his eyes. "i don't really have any hobbies, besides gaming, and watching tv, but i do dance and i'm in a professional choir, so i guess that's kinda cool. what about you? i mean. besides the whole voltron thing."

[donnydobie]

Lance ➟ Illia ➟ baths

He took in a silent breath and turned on the faucet. "Well, I like to think that I'm a good dancer as much as Keith gets annoyed whenever I start, and I write in a journal every night to keep sane," he smiled and chuckled. "Keith doesn't approve of any of it, but when did that ever stop me?" He leaned his elbows on the edge of the sink and faced Illia. "I don't do very much other than train and try to keep alive with the rest of my crew." He tried his best to make it look like he was at least faking the smile he had plastered on his face. I can't tell him about anything. Nothing about the missions, nothing about the way I fake my smiles. He can't know anything. He tested the water, facing the sink. He ruffled his hair. He messed with the knobs on the faucet. You know, I like to think that we're doing good for the universe. Saving it, if I may word it that way. Guess I lost faith when I forgot how to say my brother's name in Spanish.