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Allura - Open Log Prompts For Mareuer

Who: Allura and [OPEN]
When: Vague times around March
Where: Aefenglom and specifically Diplomatea for some options
What: Allura is getting settled into life here and also experiences her first rainy season
Warnings: None

A. Princess' First Job (At Diplomatea)
[Allura is thankful to Everett, for giving her a chance with his shop. The flowers and the scent of the tea was what drew her in in the first place – when she found herself without a coin to her name for the first time in her life, and the atmosphere had been warm and welcoming. He'd even been kind enough to give her some clothes (or, a uniform, as some put it. Allura thought it was quite cute.)

She's never had a proper job before but she's a hard worker and so far she's been met with nothing but patience. Putting together flowers is her favorite part, though the tea serving took some... learning.

Maybe she's not paying attention, or it's just a bad stroke of luck, but there's a clumsy moment where her knuckle brushes against the heated side of one of the tea kettles – just for a second but it's a second long enough for her to feel a sharp pain and she yanks her hand back with a startled yelp.]

Ah- [She winces, already hearing someone else hurrying over to her side – one of her fellow employees, or a guest perhaps.] I'm alright, just careless.

B. The vague open ended one (Diplomatea)
[It's late one evening, when the lights from the tea shop glowed warm against the cool night air, the business empty and Allura was sitting, enjoying her own cup of tea, her limbs heavy after a long, but good day of work. It was... nice. She still had thoughts of getting home that hung heavy over her, but days like this it was a little easier. To fall into a routine and feel a little more normal than she has since she arrived here.

The bells at the door pull her from her reverie and she looks up, setting the cup down,]

Can I assist you?

C. Rolling up her sleeves. (In town)
[Now that she has a little money to her name there's an item in town that she's been eying for some time – a simple, sturdy wooden trunk from a local carpenter's shop. It's nice and she's been wanting a safe place to put her belongings from her world until it's time to go home (and maybe a safe place to hide shiny valuables from her Merrow housemate.)

Coin exchanged and trunk at her feet, Allura only now realizes a big mistake: When she arrived in Aefenglom it was without any of her Altean-born powers. Which means no hoisting around heavy boxes like they weight nothing. But what to do with the trunk?

It's pure stubbornness that gets her as far as she gets, lifting and hefting and pushing until at some point down the road she has to stop, Panting as she leans to take a rest against the large trunk.]

Stars, how do humans live like this? They're made of gossamer compared to Alteans.

[Help a princess out?]

D. It's like rain
[Altea didn't have rain. Not in the same way that humans knew ~~thanks a lot Voltron canon~~ and certainly Allura has never experienced anything like the rainy season in Aefenglom. What is a normal, even annoying phenomenon for one has Allura looking up, shielding her eyes the moment rain starts to pitter-patter on the roofs of the buildings around her

It's not the first rain she's seen, and she's delighted, but delight quickly turns into distress as the gentle sprinkle turns into a real downpour. And she quickly jogs for shelter- but not before getting absolutely drenched in the meantime.]

Apologies- [Allura sputters, standing in the doorway of the first building she came upon with water absolutely coming down in rivulets from her hair and dress, in a puddle on the floor underneath her. She holds her hands out, a little at a loss of what to do with herself] That's- Is this a normal amount of rain?

E. Wildcard
[Feel free to throw anything at me, or my plotting post is over here if you'd like to talk something specific! I'll probably be adding some closed starters below as the month goes on as I make plans with people too!]

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[ Someone seems to be in distress. Saber was just passing by, but the sight of Allura trying to lug the heavy chest all by herself causes her to detour. Her lion's tail flicks behind her as she comes to a stop on the other side of the trunk from her and nods. ]

Would you like assistance?

[ Straightforward and to the point. She'll ignore that comment about humans, honestly. ]

[Myr's odd sleep schedule dictates his duties at DiplomaTea rotate throughout the month; and right now, while he's mostly nocturnal, it's fallen to him to help with closing and restocking. Thus the armful of various oddments he's got with him as he wedges open the door with a shoulder--and the boxes arranged neatly behind him on the porch, ready to be carted inside and unpacked.

His ears swivel to follow the sound of the bells on the door, then Allura's voice, and he brightens at her offer.]

Messere Allura! You could prop the door open for me, if you'd be so kind. Got more than I can carry in one go, this time.

Hey, don't write us all off as delicate flowers, some humans are tough stubborn flowers that'll grow all over your lawn before you know it!

[Momo had been on his way to do a bit more clothes shopping now that he's getting a steady income, but it's hard to ignore the plight of someone dragging a big object around that probably shouldn't be getting carried by one person even if they were strong. Trunks are just awkward for one person to carry, as far as Momo is concerned, so he's prompt to lend a hand once it's clear she's struggling.

On that note, he's not wearing his hoodie today, instead wearing a black sleeveless shirt with a rather loose collar, so the fact that he's actually more built than he looked last time they met is much more obvious. The gun show is slightly disrupted by Momo's usual energetic body language, though, spreading his hands around his face as if to imitate petals.]

Anyway, would you like this cute peach flower to help you out? [Momo's just running with this flower motif, though it helps that his name as spoken literally means peach.]

[ He had met Allura during the speed dating event, and he had a generally good impression of her. When Everett took her in as a coworker at DiplomaTea, he was pretty glad that she picked this place to work at. The fact she didn't really have a job before was a thing he recalled in their chat, and though he's biased in favor of this place, he knows she's going to settle in fine. He'd help her immediately if anything arises, anyway.

... Like in this instance. Wataru hears her yelp and quickly leaves his position to rush at her side, asking if she's okay. Allura's wincing and holding her hand; when he sees the tea cattle, he understands quickly. ]

Can I see your hand? [ Though she says she's fine, he shakes his head. ] Something like this shouldn't be left to neglect.

[Allura straightens a little when she's approached, well aware that she probably looked a little bit ridiculous, trying to haul it all by herself. But she's not embarrassed (just frustrated) and she offers a small, but tired smile at the girl. But instead of an answer, her attention is drawn by her more monstrous features and her expression brightens,]

Oh! You have a lion tail!

[Really, she'll get used to all of the different forms of chimeras and monsterkind here, but it's still a little bit of a wonder when she sees something new.]

[Allura is immediately on her feet when she's called to help, setting her teacup down with a gentle clink.]

Oh, Myr! I'll be right there!

[Long skirts swirl around her ankles as she makes a quick jog over to the door, awkwardly reaching around him to hold it open so she doesn't jostle him with his full arms.]

Let me help you with that.

Oh-?

[ Saber blinks, startled by the exclamation and glances back and down at her own tail, cheeks coloring slightly. The tail flicks and then wicks itself behind Saber's leg. ]

Ah. Yes. One of the changes wrought on me by this place. It is... present. yes.

[ Well, that was a touch awkward. ]

[She looks up, smiling when she sees Momo, looking rather summer-y. Allura herself is in a simple, knee-length dress that she's picked up with the initial earnings from Diplomatea (she can't go running around in her jumpsuit all of the time), which made some of the bending and lifting all that more awkward to deal with.]

You don't understand. Before I came here, I could have lifted two of these with no problem.

[Humans are certainly tough and ridiculously stubborn, she knew that, and that's why she liked them so much. And maybe was developing a newfound appreciation, now that she understood how much effort they put into simple things like carrying luggage. Really, it's amazing Shiro's arms have gotten so strong.

At his offer, she nods,] Yes, but give me a few ticks. I'm exhausted.

[It's a little embarrassing, although she knows it's just part of being new to something. Whether it was training new paladins or learning how to mind a tea shop, there would always be a learning curve. This just felt clumsy, though.

She's thankful for her co-workers though, and she holds the hand out gingerly, a darkened spot already forming on the side of her pinky. It wasn't terrible, but it was still painful, pounding like a heartbeat.]

I wish I knew how to heal it magically.

[Her magic studies hasn't nearly gone so far yet.]

[Perhaps it's a little rude, to point out something like that, Allura considers when Saber's face turns pink. She's been to many planets before, with people that came in every imaginable shape, but that didn't dull her sense of wonder. And maybe she has a little bit of a fondness for lions. She stands up straight, dipping her head,]

Apologies- [An awkward air hangs over as she cuts off, not sure exactly sure what she's apologizing for, other than an observation.] I am still getting used to how different things are here. It's a very... nice tail.

[Yes, she made things much less awkward.]

Thank you.

[ Saber's reply is a bit stiff, but she tries to push past it. ]

I am still getting used to having it.

[ Her lips curve in a slight frown. ]

I admit to being fond of lions before, but I did not expect to have a tail at any point in my life.

[The one who has reacted fastest today is a customer, and a very small one at that. She wouldn't normally go behind the counter into the clearly employees-only space, but this child has a strong sense of JUSTICE and will not stand by when someone is in danger or hurt! And that is not the yelp of someone who is feeling super relaxed.]

Are you -- [Oh, she says she's alright. Still, while Leslie didn't see her burn her knuckle, she did see the way Allura pulled back her hand.] Did you hurt your hand?

[ Honestly, it's not too strange to suddenly be joined by someone while Asahi is standing in the doorway like this. Everyone is scrambling to find the slightest shelter from all the rain, after all, so she doesn't even blink in surprise at suddenly finding herself with company...

Although the surprise does settle a little in when she realises who's standing there with her. Allura may be soaked, but that doesn't stop the girl from recognizing her. ]

Oh..! Are you alright? You really look like you got the worst of it. [ Asahi is definitely wet too, but nowhere near the other's state. ] I'm not sure if this is normal by this place's standards, but it's rained like this often back home.

[Momo's heard about people losing access to magic from their own worlds when coming to this one, but Allura's remark on that surprises him, and his hands "wilt" into a more concerned look, curled under his chin. It didn't entirely occur to him that biological, or at least inherent, traits might also be stripped.]

Wait, so you basically got brought down to human? That's rough...I knew people lost touch with their own world's magic and stuff, but I didn't realise it went that deep.

[As a normal human, Momo didn't have anything stripped away when he arrived, so it was only after talking to people that he realised the extent of it. In any case, it gives something to think about while she catches her breath.]

That's fine, I definitely don't want you dropping one side of the trunk, then it might fall on me instead! [Probably not, but having that much weight pushed on him suddenly likely wouldn't be fun either.]

[It is an awkward arrangement they've gotten themselves into--Myr gives a brief huff of laughter as she comes to help him, and he eases back from leaning on the door to let her catch it.] Sorry--that could've been better-done on my part, getting it open. Let me just--

[He'll be as decorous as he can at getting past her into the shop, even with the inevitability of bumping against her in the small space. Once he's gotten through, he halts, balancing his armful carefully.] S'there still a table off to my right about four paces? With nothing on it?

[They got rearranged oftener than he liked, but it was a public business; nothing to be done about it.

In the meanwhile, a bag on top of his stack has begun to list ominously to one side...]

[Allura's expression mirror's saber's when her face turns into a frown, although Allura's is one of concern, and she lifts her eyes to meet the girl's gaze, instead of awkwardly gawking at the lion tail.]

It must be strange. Changes seem to be something we all must come to terms with here. My magic is entirely different.

[She had her own affinity for lions, but that didn't mean that it would be easy to become one.]

But! My apologies, you asked a question - [She steps off to the side, gesturing to the trunk.] I would appreciate any assistance. Carrying it by myself has proved... difficult.

[Narration would like to point out the hilarious mental image of Leslie vaulting the counter to go help.

Allura doesn't mind the breach into the employees-only area, the pain is still quite apparent, with the burn aching in time with her heartbeat as burns tend to do. Allura holds her wrist in one hand, and although it's unladylike, she sticks the burned knuckle in her mouth, wincing at the slight relief.]

It's only a burn. I swiped the kettle with my hand.

[Allura probably looks quite different from when they first met. Her long, white hair hanging limp in her face and around her shoulders, soaking her even more thoroughly given how much her hair seems to retain water. She looks a little bit like a drowned mouse, to be certain.]

I'm fine just completely soaked through.

[She leans off to one side, wringing her hair into her hands and letting the water hit the floor beside her. She looks up apologetically when some of the water splashes at Asahi's ankles.]

It's lovely. [Her voice is strained but she's not entirely sarcastic about it. Rain was wondrous and new and exciting,] When it's not so... everywhere.

[She wishes she could do that. She'd have to climb up on a stool, use the stool to climb onto the bar, crawl across it, and hop down. Not quite as cool as she'd like to be.

Leslie shakes her head, then looks if there is a sink nearby.]

The longer you take to treat a burn, the more likely it is to scar. You should run cool water over it right away.

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Yes, it is very strange.

[ Saber sighs. ]

No need to apologize; I understand we are all new to this. Let us focus on the task at hand-

[ She eyes the trunk with a little frown. She is still strong, but it might take the both of them. ]

I think together we can manage it. Where are you taking it? How far?

[ before allura burns her hand, allura may see lance enter the cafe. he'd heard from the princess herself that she was excited about working here, and like the good friend he is, he wants to show his support. he also wants to see allura dressed up in a pretty outfit, okay. she's gorgeous, can you blame him.

he's not expecting her to be wearing something so...so cute, though, and when he sees her his cheeks heat up. he stops in the middle of the walkway and just...looks at her. wow. ]

A-Allura! Hey!

[She'd been excited about it. Probably moreso than anything Lance has seen her excited about before. The war at home is nowhere near forgotten, but maybe it's not so difficult to see the person she was before - when she wasn't talking of battle plans and revenge on Zarkon. She's eager to help and to learn, and when the bell on the door jingles, she looks up, a smile spreading over her face when she sees Lance.

A smile that quickly evaporates in a sudden yelp when her hand comes into contact with the kettle in front of her. She hadn't been looking when she reached for the handle and a sharp pain makes her yank her hand back.]

Ah-! [Oh that stings. She sticks the finger in her mouth, then waves it in the air. To her credit, she refrains a hearty Quiznak.] I keep doing that...

[ that's one of the things he likes about seeing her here in aefenglom, living a relatively ordinary life. one that's not driven by war and sacrifice. at her core, she's a sweet, kind girl who takes pleasure in some of the simplest things. he likes this side of her.

...well. except the part where she burns herself. apparently that wasn't the first time either! ]

Are you okay?

[ he sort of holds his hands out awkwardly, like he wants to help but he doesn't really have anything that could help her right now. ]

[And she does her best to give him a wide berth, with polite "Not at all"s and "After you"s peppering the conversation. Eventually, just standing still and holding the door open with the tips of her fingers seems to be the best bet, and she doesn't complain when he bumps against her.]

Ah- right! [Ah,] I mean, correct. Right. There is a table to your right. And there's- watch out!

[That very clear description is cut shot when she spots the bag leaning dangerously and, she rushes over to his side, holding a hand up to bracket the pile of boxes, but it might just end up awkwardly bumping into it. Sending the bag falling the rest of the way, but her reflexes are at least quick here, and it lands with a soft plop in her outstretched hands.]

That was a close one.

[It's nowhere near ordinary, but nothing would be quite like her life before. But maybe that was for the best. Her time spent as the princess to Altea was precious and could not easily be replicated, just the same as her time spent on the Castle of Lions with the Paladins. Each different and precious in their own right.

But that's neither here nor there, she shakes her head, more saying that he doesn't need to worry than as an answer to his question. Indeed, she says,] I'm fine, just embarrassed. This isn't the best first impression.

[She does offer out her hand, just for him to have a look.]

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Poor allura's hand is going to be all burnt by the end of this lmfao

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