June Catch-all

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🧙 WHO: Shiro, Shinryu, and you~
⚔️️ WHAT: A quest, a party, and a rescue mission
🕒 WHEN: June. Yep.
🗺️ WHERE: Camelot, the beach, underground
⚠️ WARNINGS: Potential violence and ptsd in the rescue - please, please, please opt out if that would be problematic for you!


Wetdding!
Sewing is an interesting proposition with one hand, but it does make it a lot easier when your familiar is willing to help. Shinryu is a quiet dragon at the moment, his scales shimmering the muted grey of a cloudy sky as he holds the little doll up for Shiro to work the needle through. They're currently at a cafe, large iced drinks next to them in the muggy heat and doll materials spread out neatly across the table.

Beach Party - pick your fun
A full-body wetsuit is a swimsuit, right? Apparently! Black suit, silver racing stripes, a sealed area over the missing right arm, and Shiro's in the water, swimming with his legs tight together sometimes, like a mermaid or a dolphin. He grins and shifts to treading water as someone approaches. "Hey! How's it going?"

He's a part of the ritual, and afterward he picks up the firework spell, but mostly he's helping to clear out the interior of the ship and poking curiously into different little piles of stuff. "Bermuda, huh? I'm not familiar with boats so much - what do you think it was carrying?"

Fight Ring - Rescuing (cw: potential violence, ptsd symptoms)
No. This will. Not. Stand. He won't let it happen again, new planet, new perpetrators, it doesn't matter. Shiro will not allow someone to kidnap and enslave others to force them to fight.

He sets his bag of pinecones down silently and works the lock till it clicks open. Carefully turning his HUD to full brightness so that the prisoner will be able to see his face clearly through the force screen, he eases the door open. "Don't speak - I'm here to get you out. Are you hurt?"

Fight Ring - Breaking up the Fight (cw: violence, ptsd)
The fight is just beginning when small projectiles suddenly are lobbed into the air from somewhere near the edge of the fight pit. Small and brown, they're not super easy to spot - that is until they burst simultaneously into flame and pop into hundreds of tiny embers to rain down into the surprised crowd. As shouts and screams and panic erupt, a black and white clad figure vaults over the wall and into the pit. "HOLD!" he roars at the fighters. "Stop the fight!"

Wildcard
Whether he's bartending at the karaoke bar, out for an early morning run before the day gets overwhelmingly gross, hanging out somewhere air-conditioned studying or practicing creating water marbles, Shiro is around town, and his inbox is always open.

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"I know." Shiro wouldn't know it, but that's the same intonation she would reply to her father with, whenever he gave her his guidance. "That's exactly why I'm trying to work on some less strenuous quests, in the meantime. At least that way, it wouldn't feel as though I'm staying too idle..."

"Well, at any rate, we may not have any healers as part of Team Voltron yet, but they are not in short supply otherwise." She starts pulling the next doll together, making it with one white sheet on the outside and the colored fabrics spilling out from underneath, like a layered skirt on a poofy ballgown. "Maybe... we should start consolidating our contacts. Start building a new coalition, of sorts."

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Shiro hums interestedly, frowning as he works out how to get a knot as close to the fabric as possible. "That could be interesting. It feels like there aren't a lot of... Mm. Allied groups? People have friends across groups, and some groups are larger than others, but I haven't met a lot of people yet who have been real allies, exactly. But we're all working toward the same goal. Historically speaking, more gets accomplished with a hierarchical leadership rather than a bunch of loosely aligned groups."

There! Shiro hands over the needle to Shinryu, whose colors become a little more saturated, a little more blue, and the familiar begins to deftly embroider a face on the doll. It leaves Shiro free to lean on his elbow and watch Allura work.

"What were you thinking of doing?"

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"There is the leadership of King Arthur to consider as well. For the most part, he seems to be hands-off in his governance, but as far as nominating a coalition leader... it might be best to gain his approval on the matter first." You know, just so there's no chance of him feeling undermined.

She frowns, setting the doll in progress aside again and checking her phone. "Specifically? I'm not sure yet. It seems like QuestBoard is particularly violent this month..." Her eyes stray down to the one about the 'scarlet butcher', the best example of her point. "But at least I can keep refreshing, to see if more turn up, like this dollmaking task."

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"Mm." Shiro hums noncommittally. He's uneasy about their as-yet-unseen host. The most he's seen of the government are the town guard and Merlin. Who seems pretty unpredictable, and not much interested in their guests unless he can get something from them. It feels too much like the Arcana of liminal space for him to be comfortable. Shinryu helpfully cuts the thread and sets the doll down, laying as close to the junction as possible to keep the head still while Shiro... gives up on the idea of embroidery and grabs a permanent marker instead.

"It has me a little worried," he admits, "all the violence. Some help keeping the peace is one thing, but a serial killer is another. I'm gathering as much data as I can, but even so, I'm tempted to wear the armor undersuit beneath my clothes just in case. At least it would take the brunt of an attack, for the most part. But without a clearer pattern established, it's going to be difficult to narrow down the operating range."

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As he brings up wearing some armor under her clothes, a thoughtful look crosses Allura's mind, and her eyes focus on her half-finished doll. She had already been thinking about the traders because of this task, since a few months prior they had been teaching ways to create magic clothing. Maybe...

"Maybe we ought to ask the Elphame Traders, in case they have something that could help protect us and others. Something protective that everyone could wear under their clothes. Or... something that would allow us to don our armor instantaneously." She leans her chin on her hand. "After all, protecting their customers is in their best interest, isn't it?"