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revivalproject2020-07-29 06:51 pm
the_tailor) wrote in revivalproject2020-07-29 06:51 pm
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21 and on
WHO: Lance and you!
WHERE: Tarf system, water world
WHAT: Chillin' out and relaxing during a pit stop
WHEN: July 29 up to August 3
WARNINGS: None!
[As used to spaceships as Lance is, it's good to get out and stretch one's legs. Considering that they're flying into what could very well be a nasty right, even more so. He's been trying not to let his anxiety get the best of him. It's been a long time since he's been in battle, after all. When they reach the pit stop and he realizes that one locale is filled with water and has a tropical climate, he is all about that. His 21st birthday (time shenanigans aside) had come and gone the previous day with little fanfare, something that depressed him a little bit, but Keith had been nice enough to try making him breakfast in bed and really, that was enough.
Most of the days are spent by the beach. Lance helps the locales with odd jobs here and there in order to get food and drink. He even gets a big handful of fruit just for telling a story about Voltron. During the daylight, he'll either be tanning in the sun, splashing in the water, or sipping at a far too strong alcoholic beverage. He nibbles away at fruity tasting meat (which although grosses him out at first with the mix of the taste and texture, but he gets used to it) as well as the fruit. You might spot him with a knife trying to open up some of the fruit, cursing at his hand slipping every so often and hitting a spike.
At night, he'll take the time to stargaze, just laying about still on the beach. No matter what, it never gets old.]
WHERE: Tarf system, water world
WHAT: Chillin' out and relaxing during a pit stop
WHEN: July 29 up to August 3
WARNINGS: None!
[As used to spaceships as Lance is, it's good to get out and stretch one's legs. Considering that they're flying into what could very well be a nasty right, even more so. He's been trying not to let his anxiety get the best of him. It's been a long time since he's been in battle, after all. When they reach the pit stop and he realizes that one locale is filled with water and has a tropical climate, he is all about that. His 21st birthday (time shenanigans aside) had come and gone the previous day with little fanfare, something that depressed him a little bit, but Keith had been nice enough to try making him breakfast in bed and really, that was enough.
Most of the days are spent by the beach. Lance helps the locales with odd jobs here and there in order to get food and drink. He even gets a big handful of fruit just for telling a story about Voltron. During the daylight, he'll either be tanning in the sun, splashing in the water, or sipping at a far too strong alcoholic beverage. He nibbles away at fruity tasting meat (which although grosses him out at first with the mix of the taste and texture, but he gets used to it) as well as the fruit. You might spot him with a knife trying to open up some of the fruit, cursing at his hand slipping every so often and hitting a spike.
At night, he'll take the time to stargaze, just laying about still on the beach. No matter what, it never gets old.]