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thisavrou_log2017-03-25 07:43 pm
yablueit) wrote in thisavrou_log2017-03-25 07:43 pm
I'll stop the world and melt with you
Who: Team Voltron, other residents of the Lion House, and anyone else who might have reason to stop by.
When: Late March
Where: Lion House
What: Lance throws a pizza party.
Warnings: Mild space racism is inevitable, but other than that, probably nothing
[ Now that Team Voltron has been completed, and everyone more or less settled in, you'd think everyone in the Lion House would be as content as possible. Unfortunately, you would be wrong, because these kids are dramatic as hell. Things have been increasingly tense all month, and it's increasingly not fun to be around, never quite sure who's been arguing about what with who. Things are clearly going to come to a head soon.
Lance, however, would rather avoid that. Instead, he takes a not insignificant portion of his pay from his most recent cargo hauling mission and spends most of an afternoon shopping around and arranging something special for the residents of the house. When people start to arrive home for the evening, there is a spread in the living room waiting for them: multiple large pizzas, garlic knots and breadsticks, soda, and salad are set out, buffet style across a table clearly dragged in from the dining room. At the end of the table is a giant cooler with several flavors of ice cream (from mundane normal flavors, to some that are weird and alien), a full selection of toppings, and cones and bowls. There's also a sheet cake which Lance has clearly tried to decorate by himself, with a poorly drawn icing rendition of Voltron squiggled across it.
Family, friends, housemates: come together and bond over junk food. ]
When: Late March
Where: Lion House
What: Lance throws a pizza party.
Warnings: Mild space racism is inevitable, but other than that, probably nothing
[ Now that Team Voltron has been completed, and everyone more or less settled in, you'd think everyone in the Lion House would be as content as possible. Unfortunately, you would be wrong, because these kids are dramatic as hell. Things have been increasingly tense all month, and it's increasingly not fun to be around, never quite sure who's been arguing about what with who. Things are clearly going to come to a head soon.
Lance, however, would rather avoid that. Instead, he takes a not insignificant portion of his pay from his most recent cargo hauling mission and spends most of an afternoon shopping around and arranging something special for the residents of the house. When people start to arrive home for the evening, there is a spread in the living room waiting for them: multiple large pizzas, garlic knots and breadsticks, soda, and salad are set out, buffet style across a table clearly dragged in from the dining room. At the end of the table is a giant cooler with several flavors of ice cream (from mundane normal flavors, to some that are weird and alien), a full selection of toppings, and cones and bowls. There's also a sheet cake which Lance has clearly tried to decorate by himself, with a poorly drawn icing rendition of Voltron squiggled across it.
Family, friends, housemates: come together and bond over junk food. ]
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