June Catch-all

[vrepit_no]

🧙 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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Wetdding!

[patchricide]

Shiro doesn't have too much to be ashamed of, really. Not far away, Allura's working on the same project. And yet, even with both hands...

"Well? Is it starting to look any better?" She holds up her new Teru Teru Bozu, the second or third one she's attempted to assemble. While there's improvements over the first, it's still a mess with a lopsided face and a mouth that seems to be falling off the face.

In her defense, as Altean royalty, she never learned how to sew. She had more important tasks to learn, like how to fight or negotiate with the leaders of other worlds.

Wetdding!

[good_ideas]

Shiho's familiar, dressed in a grey-blue kimono, is dutifully sewing away at an equally tiny doll. Shiho has a doll in her hand as well as a needle, but as she ties her last stitch she can't help but put the doll aside and flop over, reaching for her drink.

"My head hurts and my fingers are cramping..."

This is only her first one though. And it definitely needs improvement.