[This is hardly Lance's first experience with mice wrangling. Colorful mice wrangling, even. Right now, however, he can't go beg Allura to please get her little friends under control, so it's up to him and the rest of the semi-recent arrivals to do the town another solid. Maybe getting them out of the house will make it easier to sleep. If they don't just come back. God, he wants a good night's sleep again.
He can be seen throughout town collecting mice in a basket, looking a little worse for the wear, dark circles starting to appear under his eyes.]
Alright, you little rascals... Back to where you're supposed to be instead of terrorizing us.
[III - Friend Connection]
[Speaking of things not being his first experience, this isn't Lance's first time on a game show, either. But he's definitely praying that this one goes better than the last. The previous one had...well, being dunked in a vat of acid aside, really hadn't done any wonders for his already fragile mental state. It still bothered him even now. But, he'd been doing his best to just shove it all down and ignore it.
Maybe this one will be better. Lance turns to his in-game partner, grinning.]
Right, which one do you want to do first?
[IV - Comic Logic]
[Despite more recent efforts to try otherwise, Lance has always been the type of guy to wear his heart on his sleeve. Now, it's hanging over his head. His thoughts tend to flicker often, barely staying on one thing for very long at all. Two of the things most often scene are two particular groups of people, his team and his family. Sometimes it'll be of a beach. Sometimes it'll be of a large spaceship, or a red robotic lion.
He thinks a lot of home.
There'll be colors swirling around sometimes. Black, green, yellow, pink... Red and blue feature the strongest. But sometimes, blue starts fading into grey, especially when he's looking a little less than happy.
There might be words, too, but they flicker fast. Some dealing with home ("Is everyone okay?" "I hope Earth is safe."), some dealing with this new world ("Stupid mice." "Mullet..." "What am I doing?"), some...thoughts he tries to push away ("Not enough, never enough".)]
[V - Locked to Keith]
[Sleeping has sucked lately. Or more specifically, the lack of it. Squeaking and scratching have been keeping him up at later and later hours and stirring him from any sort of slumber he's managed to catch. So, yeah. Lance is definitely a little grumpy, and the circles under his eyes have been getting ever darker, which just annoys his vain self even more.
Will's post on the network offers a potential solution, but of course, he knows better than to bother asking Keith. Some more suffering, and he actually does end up telling him he's just gonna go over the trainer's house for a sleepover. The theory is confirmed when Lance actually finally manages to get a good night's sleep. But he doesn't want to bother Will again, especially since Lance definitely isn't the only one over there, so he goes back to suffering back at his house.
It's the middle of the night, and Lance is sitting at the kitchen table, staring blankly into a cup of juice as if it has the answers to all his problems.]
[VI - Wildcard]
[Hit me up with anything! Or poke me at relika to plot something!]
Lance | Voltron: Legendary Defender
[This is hardly Lance's first experience with mice wrangling. Colorful mice wrangling, even. Right now, however, he can't go beg Allura to please get her little friends under control, so it's up to him and the rest of the semi-recent arrivals to do the town another solid. Maybe getting them out of the house will make it easier to sleep. If they don't just come back. God, he wants a good night's sleep again.
He can be seen throughout town collecting mice in a basket, looking a little worse for the wear, dark circles starting to appear under his eyes.]
Alright, you little rascals... Back to where you're supposed to be instead of terrorizing us.
[III - Friend Connection]
[Speaking of things not being his first experience, this isn't Lance's first time on a game show, either. But he's definitely praying that this one goes better than the last. The previous one had...well, being dunked in a vat of acid aside, really hadn't done any wonders for his already fragile mental state. It still bothered him even now. But, he'd been doing his best to just shove it all down and ignore it.
Maybe this one will be better. Lance turns to his in-game partner, grinning.]
Right, which one do you want to do first?
[IV - Comic Logic]
[Despite more recent efforts to try otherwise, Lance has always been the type of guy to wear his heart on his sleeve. Now, it's hanging over his head. His thoughts tend to flicker often, barely staying on one thing for very long at all. Two of the things most often scene are two particular groups of people, his team and his family. Sometimes it'll be of a beach. Sometimes it'll be of a large spaceship, or a red robotic lion.
He thinks a lot of home.
There'll be colors swirling around sometimes. Black, green, yellow, pink... Red and blue feature the strongest. But sometimes, blue starts fading into grey, especially when he's looking a little less than happy.
There might be words, too, but they flicker fast. Some dealing with home ("Is everyone okay?" "I hope Earth is safe."), some dealing with this new world ("Stupid mice." "Mullet..." "What am I doing?"), some...thoughts he tries to push away ("Not enough, never enough".)]
[V - Locked to Keith]
[Sleeping has sucked lately. Or more specifically, the lack of it. Squeaking and scratching have been keeping him up at later and later hours and stirring him from any sort of slumber he's managed to catch. So, yeah. Lance is definitely a little grumpy, and the circles under his eyes have been getting ever darker, which just annoys his vain self even more.
Will's post on the network offers a potential solution, but of course, he knows better than to bother asking Keith. Some more suffering, and he actually does end up telling him he's just gonna go over the trainer's house for a sleepover. The theory is confirmed when Lance actually finally manages to get a good night's sleep. But he doesn't want to bother Will again, especially since Lance definitely isn't the only one over there, so he goes back to suffering back at his house.
It's the middle of the night, and Lance is sitting at the kitchen table, staring blankly into a cup of juice as if it has the answers to all his problems.]
[VI - Wildcard]
[Hit me up with anything! Or poke me at