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Lost Lion. Please Help?

WHO: Shiro and You!
WHERE: Around
WHAT: New Arrival Exploring
WHEN: Beginning of January
WARNINGS: None yet. Will update.

This was certainly not the last place that Shiro remembered being. He had last remembered returning to Earth and ending up with his new robotic arm. As he stood there for a long moment, wracking his brain, there wasn't much more after that. Certainly, there wasn't enough he would have suddenly found himself here in a world that seemed far more dilapidated than the Garrison was with far fewer technologies.

The information that suddenly came to him was certainly helpful, but very disturbing to him. After all, what had most of his recent life been like other than some other being deciding he needed to be somewhere that he didn't consent to going?

Typical.

But Shiro was out in the town and exploring. Sure, he had the device and he did pause a few times to review it, specifically looking at the map more than anything else, but still, he'd rather see them for himself. After he had figured out where he was going, he could see if there was anything that he could assist with. If he was going to be here, might as well do something productive.

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Shiro chuckled at that. "That's his name. He was a cadet at the Garrison. He enjoys cooking a lot. Always coming up with new things with the ingredients that we had."

Shiro did follow, walking alongside, glad that he wasn't running because there was no way he'd keep up with that.

Cadet. Garrison. Interesting words. They make no sense at all. Maybe space cadet? But not meaning what Tommy would think of it.

"So, first of all, there's the hotel. It's useful, because you can live there if you want. I suggest not going much higher than the sixth floor. Of course it's hard to get furniture in there and the steps are weird, so a lot of people convert other spaces for living."

He would certainly be correct about him being a space cadet, but since it hadn't been spoken, Shiro couldn't confirm or deny it.

"So that's the option other than the ships? Why no higher than the sixth floor? Because of the storms?

"No, not the storms. It's more that the Agrii have longer legs than humans. So beyond that level most people have more issues. Above about seventeen the stair wells get a bit less reliable if you can't run on walls."

So really, it's just practical advice.

"Gotcha, so it's a matter of physical height and stamina to climb that high as well as building structure."

Made sense.

"Never been able to run on walls in an environment with gravity reliably so I will leave that to others."

"Bingo," he says with a smile. Guy is bright. Very bright.

He snorts at the gravity point.

"Yeah, gravity here is pretty close to earth standard."

Shiro didn't get to be a top pilot of the Garrison or the previous leader of Voltron for nothing. He had a good head on his shoulders.

"Ah, darn, guess I'm not running on walls here either."

It was a joke really and he smirked a little at it.

A good head with a good hair on the top.

"Hey, not everyone is as awesome as me at ignoring the normal laws of physics. Though I guess it is still physically possible or I wouldn't be able to do it. Just never bothered to think about hte science."

Shiro chuckled at that. "Well, I won't argue with that. I suppose it is possible to break the laws of physics if you exceed normal values considered."

"I definitely exceed some expectations," Tommy laughs as he brings them to the hotel. And keeps going past it. "You've gotta see the green house."

"Sounds like it," Shiro said. "Nothing wrong with that." Shiro kept walking with him, walking past the hotel. "Sounds good. I want to see it."

"Cool. I spend a lot of time there, come on."

Tommy smiles and leads him on to the large glass structure. It's definitely not a normal green house, with various levels such as it is.

"Most of our fresh food comes from here. Just inside here there is a whole supply of seeds. I'm trying to propagate some. There's a datapoint here, helps us figure out what is edible and how to care for them. But we mostly rename the plants ourselves, because we don't speak the Agrii language."

Shiro followed him to the greenhouse. It made sense that if he cooked that he also spent time in the greenhouse. It was only normal in places where there wasn't a large economy.

As they arrived at the greenhouse, Shiro looked up at it, studying it with awe. It was quite impressive, especially having more than one level.

"Impressive. Well, if you need a hand, I can't say I have a green thumb but I can move stuff, dig holes, and hold a watering can."

"Well, we definitely always need help. And it isn't hard to teach the basics. People help out sometimes even without the datapoint."

And for the moment, Tommy felt that acute pain that came with Vision not being around.

"Most of the stuff here you can eat raw. I don't recommend it all the time. We've been trying to set up a shared document on the communicators for what is and isn't easily edible, what we call things, stuff like that. This place also connects through to what seems like a bit of acreage for animals. We mostly keep Glownies."

"I'll certainly do that. I'll look at the datapoint as well to try and get an idea of what is there."

He raised an eyebrow at the last part. "Glownies?"

Tommy just grins as he keeps them going into the flowering area.

"So, imagine small ponies. Except they are covered with fluffy wool. And they glow in the dark."

He's so pleased to describe them.

"They're cute. And love mint. You can just feed them handfuls of them."

Shiro continued to follow him, hanging on his every word.

"Ah! Then that makes sense. I'd like to see one of those."

They sounded adorable... and probably far more normal than other stuff he'd seen.

"Ask and I shall provide. Here."

Tommy holds out his hand.

"No reason to take the long way. Let me carry you?"

Shiro might have looked surprised for just a second when he asked to carry him then realized, yes, if he could run really fast that was obviously the quickest way to get there. Since Shiro could not run at a speed to match him, carrying was the best way to do that.

"Oh, yeah, that's fine."

Well then. Tommy smiles and moves forward, putting a hand behind Shiro's head. Sorry, man, but he's gotta make sure your next doesn't snap. He puts the other hand around Shiro's waist and lifts him just a bit off the ground. With one arm. Just around his waist. Yeah, Tommy's a touch strong. Then he moves.

In the space of two blinks of the eye they're in a different, but connected building. Tommy puts Shiro down and smiles, heading to one of the barns where the fluffy creatures at feeding.

"Come on, they're adorable."

Shiro certainly wasn't going to complain about that. He's broken a lot already; doesn't exactly want to break his neck.

There wasn't much time to process how fast they were moving. Really, by the time he had fully realized it, they had already stopped. Now it was going to take a moment to process that they'd gone that far, but he collected himself quickly and began to follow, wanting to see the creatures.

"Looking forward to it."

Damn, the guy took the brief G-Forces well. Tommy completely approved. He grinned and shook his head, gesturing for the guy to follow him toward the shelter.

"You're just positive for a weird situation," he laughs, moving to the shelter. ANd from his pocket he produced, well, a handful of peppermint. Yep, there were already glowing creatures approaching. So fluffy and cute.

It came with training to go to space... and piloting a giant robot lion.

"I've seen a lot of weird things in my time. This is barely the half of it."

Oooo, look at the glowing creatures, of course coming for a snack.

"Amazing. Just amazing."

Yeah, it still was something that made Tommy a bit impressed.

"Here," Tommy says with a smile, offering more mint out to Shiro. "They're pretty gentle."

"Thanks." Shiro took the offered mint and stepped closer towards the approaching creatures, making a sound that he hoped would beckon them over to him.

"Here, little guys."

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