closed / lion squad

[loverboi]

Who: Blue Lion House + Voltron House!
When: 3/18
Where: Voltron House
What: Lance invites Bernie over and lets her bring over her two cool roommates.
Warnings: None, will update as necessary!

[ it started out as a simple hang out with bernadetta. lance and bernie had gotten into the swing of going on friend-dates (which were often misinterpreted as being actual dates), and this was just going to be another one of those in which bernie was going to teach lance how to draw. that quickly changed, though, when lance remembered that felix and sylvain were her roommates, and look. they're cool dudes, okay. the friend-date turned into a mini party and lance actually had to prepare some food for everyone to dig into. gotta be a good host, after all!

he'd given the rest of the house a voltron head's up and sent them invites as well, and now, they're here in the lounging area of the mansion. well, supposedly. it's possible that cryptids like keith are coming in and out of the house, who heckin' knows. ]

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Allura | OTA

[quintessent]

A. Party time!
[Without Coran here to help direct and manage the efforts of a party, Allura takes the place as second-in-command to Lance's party planning. Which means making the lounge spic and span, with tastefully arranged furniture and cushions for everyone to sit. She's much more used to the grand balls and gatherings that were held in the castle rather than an intimate gathering of seven, but that didn't mean the event couldn't be special. She's even brought in a fresh bouquet home from work to put in a vase on one of the end tables.

During the party, however, Allura takes the surprising role as wallflower, especially early on. She finds one of the aforementioned comfortable cushions off to the side and sits, legs curled up under her while she watches Lance flit around. And she'll comment, perhaps to the person sitting nearby,]

I don't think Lance ever gets tired of talking to people.

[Or have your character approach her with the conversation starter of choice!]


B.The nunvil one.
[She's been working on something very special at Diplomatea during some downtime. While her job is serving drinks rather than inventing them, she can't help but try and make an old (slightly alcoholic) Altean classic: Nunvil. And she brings out a tray of her most recent attempt.]

I think I am a little closer this time. Have a glass. [Be warned: well made Nunvil tastes like hot dog water and feet. But it makes your hair look great.]


C. Wildcard
[What it says on the tin.]

Bernie | OTA

[bravelyathome]

A. Wallflower~

[Bernadetta honestly is very bad at socializing in groups. But she still wants to be there with everyone! Because these are all people she's met! She even likes them! Still, she's easiest to find somewhere off to the side where she can mostly watch everyone with a little smile on her face. It's nice to see everyone having a good time!

Should she be approached she'll blink in surprise before offering a smile.]

This is nice.

[She's having fun! Promise!]


B. It wasn't even a full glass...

[The drink tasted awful. But Bernie is too polite to refuse it! And so she's had...

Okay, let's face it, she's had maybe three sips of it. And now she's flushed and wandering about with it in her hand and... Yep, she's definitely giggling. A lot. Like she's just consumed something highly alcoholic instead of just barely. Little Bernie is one hundred percent drunk as she stumbles about.

Welcome to her new Fae life, guys. Even she didn't know.]

b

[loverboi]

[ he knows that smell. HE. KNOWS. THAT. SMELL. ]

Princess, I'm gonna have to pass on that. Respectfully, of course.

[ he's not that brave, okay. ]

a

[loverboi]

[ she'll definitely be approached with a plateful of cookies. they're good! chocolate chip, even. he smiles and holds the plate out towards her. ]

Yeah? I'm glad you came out, Bernie.

[ he smiles softly at her. ] Do you need anything? I know being around a lot of people can be a little overwhelming for you, so...

[quintessent]

[Lance, do you want to make the princess pout? Because that's what you're going to get.]

But I need a second opinion to see if I got the flavor right.

[Their guests don't know what real Nunvil tastes like.]

[bravelyathome]

[Lance, she loves sweets. So much. Her face lights up as she takes a cookie.]

Thank you.

[Taking a bite, she just melts happily. Then she shakes her head a bit.]

I'm okay. It helps that you guys don't mind if I sit over here. This is really yummy by the way.

[The cookie, she means.]

[loverboi]

Why don't you ask...Keith? Or Felix?

[ why does that sound like a bad idea, though.......that's probably because it is. ]

Or aaaanyone but me.

[loverboi]

'Course we don't mind. We're all friends, here.

[ well. at least everyone's friends with bernie, as they should be. ]

Thanks, but I didn't bake them myself. I actually got them at a bakery. Glad you like them, though!

[ he didn't have time to bake. otherwise he would have! ]

Keith / OTA

[marmoron]

A. Preparations
[For anyone stopping by early (or if you just live here), Keith can be found helping out in the kitchen. By which we mean he's opening up bags of junk food and pouring them into bowls because nobody trusts desert gremlins who've lived off a diet of hot pockets to do actual cooking. Still, it looks as though he's tense about this whole "party" shindig, occasionally muttering do I have to be here for this under his breath when he thinks nobody's around.

But the second he hears someone approaching, he puts on a very forced smile -- more of a grimace really, then states in a shade just above monotone:]

I am having so much fun. Already.

B. A Warm Reception
[Whoever decided it was a good idea to let Keith handle opening the door and showing the guests around unattended is probably ecstatic about their decisions because Keith is, of course, handling this with aplomb. By which we mean, he's approaching with a large bowl consisting of potato chips of various flavors mixed with marshmallows and chocolate candy in one hand and one of two dual swords in the other. It's not pointed at anyone's throat or anything (please, we're not Sasuke here) but it's certainly being used as an index finger substitute.]

Hi. [He'll hold out the bowl to offer up some food as some kind of peace offering.] Lance isn't done moisturizing yet. [Pointing with the sword to a room down the hall.] Bathroom's over there. [Another point to a closet by the door.] Leave all your weapons in there. I don't want any problems here.

C. Couch Hang Outs
[Or if by some miracle you've managed to avoid Keith playing host at the door, he'll be hanging out on a couch at the party with a small black kitten curled up and purring loudly in his lap. Between ear skritches, Keith will make an attempt to get up every so often which yields some very displeased yowls. He is, in other words, super trapped on the couch right now. Resigning himself to his fate of cat cushion, Keith turns to look at whoever else is on the couch.]

So how exactly do you guys know each other?

[Or you know, feel free to approach Keith with your own convo starter.]

B

[marmoron]

[Bernie and her mostly full glass are both getting a raised eyebrow here.]

Is that your first drink or have you had more?

[quintessent]

Because. Felix has never tasted Nunvil before, and Keith drinks blood now.

[So you're the control group here, dear Lance.]

Is it really so horrid?

A - before the party shenanigans.

[quintessent]

[Allura has been cheerful for most of the day, helping set up for their guests. The mansion felt so empty most of the time, not unlike the castleship when the humans were on board. And it's a relief that Keith is here, even if he's grousing about it. It makes things feel normal.

Until things very suddenly feel not normal. It starts with a sudden surge of growth in the bouquet Allura brought back home. Then one of the faucets in a washroom freezes over. And, well, Keith's cat might be sporting a pink tuft of fur on it's backside. She's nearly broken out in a sweat from the waves of magical energy that had felt like nothing before was very suddenly feeling out of hand.

Retreating into the kitchen, she spots Keith, dumping a bag of cheese-flavored triangles into a bowl.]

Keith. There's a problem.

[loverboi]

N--No! No, it isn't, it's...

[ fuck. fuuuuuuck. what does he say here? HOW DOES HE MAKE THIS BETTER. ]

I just. Don't handle alcohol very well.

[marmoron]

[He'll have questions about what the fuck happened to the cat when he sees her later, but for now.... his Academy Awward winning attempt to portray a dude having fun is getting thrown to the wayside. Grimace gone, he drops the bag of chips on the counter to face the princess.]

A problem?

[His brow furrows as he instinctively reaches for a knife on the counter. Fucking parties. He KNEW this party was going to be nothing but trouble, damn it.]

Where?

a

[loverboi]

Of course you are!

[ lance is just gonna casually prop his arm on keith's shoulder, smirking over at him. he knows just how much fun keith's having. (it's none at all, really.) ]

Now pour out that last bag of chips and go introduce yourself to everyone.

[ well. assuming keith hasn't already met them already. part of this is for lance's own amusement, yeah, he'll admit that...but after his talk with keith, he kinda just wants to see the guy having some fun. at least a liiiiittle fun. maybe felix or sylvain or bernie will draw that out of him. ]

[quintessent]

[In immediate retrospect, she probably should have approached Keith with a little more nuance than this. But it's already done and, as Keith reaches for a knife, she shakes her head.]

It's me.

[She drops her voice, hands clasped in front of her.]

I can't tell Lance, I don't want him to worry.

[marmoron]

[At that Keith raises an eyebrow and only belatedly starts putting the knife back down. So much for Lance's claim that he and Allura are actually talking about their problems then.]

So... do you want me to tell Lance you got called in to do an emergency shift at the tea shop? [A beat.] Or I guess I can leave and you can pretend to be chasing me down.

[ARE YOU LOOKING FOR AN ESCAPE ROUTE FROM THIS PARTY, ALLURA? PLEASE TELL HIM YOU ARE.]

[quintessent]

[Perfect timing, really. And Allura looks plenty chagrined about it. It’s not that she’s keeping her irresponsible lack of a bond from Lance (She told him first) but she just doesn’t want to ruin his party with spontaneous fireworks.

She shakes her head,]

No, that’s not the problem either. [She actually wants to be here! Placing her hand on the counter near the bag of chips,] I’m having.. problems.

[On cue, one of the potato chips by her hand suddenly catches on fire in a small puff of smoke.] Oh! See!

[quintessent]

[She tilts her head.]

That’s strange, I don’t remember you having an adverse reaction last time. [Hm. She frowns,] But if you don’t want to try it, I will just have to see if any of our guests will oblige.

[loverboi]

[ to nunvil? he sure did. never again. but at her suggestion....huh. he's curious to know what one of the blue lions would think of it... ]

I'll go with you. Not gonna lie, I kind of wanna see what everyone else thinks of it.

[marmoron]

[As the chip goes up in flames, Keith lets out a surprised noise then grabs the nearest object on the counter to try and extinguish the cinders. This is, for better or for worse, the opened bag of chips which means chips go flying in every which direction as Keith slams it down on the fire.

Guess who'll be on cleaning duty? Not Keith, that's for sure. Once the fire is out, Keith gives Allura a look.]

Can't you hold it in?

[Because of course you can hold in magic the same way you can hold an overly full bladder....]

[bravelyathome]

It's okay if you didn't bake them. They're still good.

[And she appreciates the thought!]

Maybe I could bring some cookies next time. If that's okay?

[bravelyathome]

Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....

[She blinks and then bursts into giggles before having her fourth sip! She's not even a fourth of the way done!]

This one!

[She means this is her first.]

[marmoron]

Uh.

[...Ooookay. So not the answer he was expecting here. He gives the drink in her hand another dubious glance. ARE YOU DRINKING 200 PROOF LIQUOR IS THAT IT, BERNIE.....]

Maybe you should give me the rest of that.

[bravelyathome]

You don't have any?

[Her eyes widen and she looks around then. Where did Allura go? She has them! The drinks!]

Let's find the really pretty... [Wait. She just had her name. What is...? OH.]

Allura!