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[ironchef]

Who: open log and generally open to anyone that knows lance/the voltron crew.
Where: Beach near base camp
When: Lance's B-Day (28th)
Summary: The Voltron Crew plans a little party
Rating: Probably not worse than PG-13
Log:

[Okay, cue the spy music. Stage one of the plan? Convince Lance they have a mission to go on. Try to keep the story straight. (Keeping the mission straight is not a guarantee.) Stage two, set up party ahead of the oncoming group, form sugary ambush. Except Hunk has to use whatever materials he can scrounge from supplies, around, or from available pokemon.]

[Final stage. Surprise! Keep food away from surprised Lance so he doesn't destroy the desert table through flailing- that is if the surprise is successful. Actually Hunk'll just put Dragon Roll the Gyarados out so he's hiding the whole thing. And will be between any Paladin-induced mishaps.]

[In short there's a party on the beach, with the decorations being mostly local flowers grown with the help of some pokemon teamwork, roasted and steamed veggies with herbs, sweet fruit-based dishes, mochi, and rice-milk ice cream.]

[Time to eat up and enjoy Lance's birthday!]

Comments

[crystalmaster]

[Radley doesn't know Lance, but he knows several of Lance's friends, so he's showed up to participate. Really, they've done a great job even though they don't have everything they would in modern times. Radley is very impressed.]

Hey, everything looks really festive!

[ironchef]

Thanks! At least we've gotten really used to scrounging things together from scratch. Remind me to tell you about the time that I made cookies that saved our ship.

The more hands around, the merrier. [Hunk's just glad to have people here. New friends are new friends and he is honestly quick to get irritated when things are all on him. Brings out the very worst in a generally soft-hearted man.]

[crystalmaster]

I guess we've been forced to learn some new talents. Wow, those must have been some cookies.

So, what can I do to help?

OTA

[spacebaloney]

[This whole getting sent back to the olden days thing had not only gotten, well, old, but also has the worst timing. Lance had modern plans for his birthday, as per usual being the giant flashy peacock that he is, but they have been ruined. RUINED! There's nothing here like a spa and a masseuse and a gourmet bakery here to even come close to what Lance would enjoy.

So he's miserable. And looks so, until Dragon Roll shuffles out of the way and reveals the unmistakable makings of a party. Now he looks shocked, eyes wide, and points at himself.]

Is this... for me?

[ironchef]

Of course, man! You're getting old. Do you think I'd let you forget that? Come here! Give me a birthday hug.

[He wants Lance to be restrained when people start singing to him so he's helpless to do anything but accept the song. You know, as good friends do. He runs up to give him those big Hunk squashings.]

[spacebaloney]

[It's not that he thought they forgot. It's more like he kind of hoped they forgot until he would properly presentable for public viewing, but now here Lance is, cowlick uncombed, no deodorant, only washed up once for today in front of a bunch of friends, family, and strangers.

A birthday nightmare that he's still touched about.]

But my hair! Why didn't you tell me so I could comb my hair?!

[Ignore the whining that comes out muffled through the Hunk squashing. Lance is just being his dramatic old self.]

[heartofalioness]

No, it's for a Snorlax that needs placating. [A cheerful roll of her eyes before she gives him her gifts: a bottle which he'll find contains a dark green substance not at all unlike a clay mask, and a simple necklace strung with shells.] Of course it's for you. Happy birthday, Lance.

[spacebaloney]

[Is he crying? No, no. The beach is just extra dusty today and some of it is in his eyes. Yes, that's absolutely why his eyes are watering over the little bottle that just might save his life tonight. The necklace is just as amazing for fashion reasons, but Allura always seems to know exactly what to appease Lance with.]

I didn't expect anything!

[It's true, what with being sent back in time and all. Maybe he expected a clap on the shoulder and a few jokes about getting up there in age, but a whole party? No way.]

[pidge_out]

[Even after being married for all this time, Pidge is rarely one to initiate the PDA. But in this particular instance, seeing the way Lance reacts to the modest party set up in front of him, she'll make an exception. While he's still standing there in shock she sidles up next to him, tugs him down so he's a little closer to her level, and leans up to plant a quick kiss on his cheek. She's pretty sure no one will blanch at the sight, after all. And once that's done she just rolls back onto her heels with a cheeky grin on her face.]

Happy birthday, Lancelot. It's no spa day, but we did what we could.

[spacebaloney]

That's it? You let me leave the tent looking like this, unwashed and uncombed, and all I get is a cheap kiss?

[He complains as he reaches around her to playfully squeeze one of her buttcheeks. Pidge is so gonna pay for this later.]

You're my wife. You're supposed to yell at me to at least do something with my curls before stepping out into a surprise party!

[He's touched, he truly is. This is just Lance's way of not sobbing from feeling loved in public.]

[shiro2hero]

Absolutely.

[Come here, Lance. It's big Shiro-Brand hug time. Complete with the rib-crushing effects.]

Sorry it's not what you expected... but. We wouldn't forget you.

[spacebaloney]

But but I haven't even showered!

[Sir, sir, please. He can't breathe. How is Lance supposed to tell you that he's embarrassed because he looks a hot mess at his surprise party if you keep squeezing him?]

[tempredmental]

I don't know who else's birthday we'd be celebrating right now.

[Still, for being stuck at some party, Keith actually did not look grumpy.]

[spacebaloney]

[Lance frowns because really, Keith, sarcasm? On his birthday? But the expression only lasts a second as he realizes Keith is here. At a party. A social event. The lone wolf actually showed up willingly (maybe? Or did Allura threaten him if he tried to skip?) and that requires recognition.]

Well, I didn't expect anything considering where we are. [Has this place even invented balloons yet?] But thanks for showing up. I know you and Allura are doing your own thing now and you probably want to be anywhere but at a party, especially one for me...

[questioneverything]

Happy birthday!!

[Romelle cheered.]

It might not be the fanciest party ever, but we wanted to do something for you.

[spacebaloney]

[Damn, even Romelle showed up. That's the one appearance Lance didn't really expect since they haven't seen each other in a while, so it sticks in his chest and really has the happy tears flowing now.]

You guys... I hate y'all.

[He does not.]

ota

[dejabrewed]

[ sandalphon wasn't the most festive, and he also didn't know many of those here-- save allura. but he did come across the makeshift party, and it did raise some eyebrows out of the angel. ]

Well, it is done with what we have available... [ he can't rag on it too much. he would've been scrambling too had he held his boyfriend's party in this condition. ]

I wonder who's celebrating another year.

Re: ota

[ironchef]

Oh! It's my buddy Lance. He's over there-

[Hunk points him out.] We were friends back home. He's been here a lot longer than me, though. [Enough so that Hunk barely even recognizes him. But he's getting used to it.]

[dejabrewed]

[ sandalphon leans over to spot the birthday boy. he gives a nod of understanding, but the comment got his attention. ]

... How long has he been here in Hisui? [ he can't help but silently poke at the fact. he's aware that he means "in johto", but the opportunity was too great not to pay attention to. ]

[tempredmental]

It's Lance. [Keith's response was quiet.] He's a teammate from back home.

[Honestly, Keith considered Lance a friend at this point, but Lance's time in PokéWorld had seemed to cause some sort of backslide or something, and Keith had been questioning it lately. He'd kept it mostly to himself, deciding to just go with a safer description of their relationship for the time being.

Keith also wasn't really much of one for parties, so he'd kind of positioned himself nearby, but not in the middle of the whole thing. So, he was there, but from a distance.]

[dejabrewed]

[ the blunt response leaves him with a lack of words. that's certainly interesting indeed. normally he would be the type to reserve questions for later, but even so, such a muted response for what clearly was a lovingly held party... ]

I can't say I've met the man, but I suppose wishing him a happy birthday is not so bad. [ he spares a glance at the owner of the voice. ] But are you sure you should be so far away from people who clearly know you?

OTA

[tempredmental]

[Keith wasn't much for parties, so, after the initial reveal to Lance, he took his normal spot near the edge of the festivities. Anyone who knew him well enough would not be surprised, nor were they likely to expect different from him. That said, he certainly didn't mind a one-on-one conversation with people, and he certainly was comfortable in smaller groups, especially if at least one person was someone he was already familiar with.

That said, he didn't stay around the edges the whole time. He did hit up the food table, and go talk to people he was already friends with.

He also wasn't necessarily avoiding strangers, and would talk if approached. He just tended be the loner of the group.]

OTA

[questioneverything]

[It never ceased to surprise Romelle just how talented Hunk was when it came to making amazing food from what seemed like nothing. Really. He was an absolute culinary genius, and she'd truly stand up for him against anyone who said otherwise. Having traveled across a good portion of the galaxy with little to no supplies and still having amazing food to do it with gave her what she felt was a pretty darn good perspective on the topic, too.

Romelle was also doing her best to be social. It was easier when the party was contained inside a house, like the holiday party had been, as people found it easier to spread out here on the beach and get some distance. But, Romelle decided she was going to play hostess and talk to anyone who showed up, offer them food, ask them how they knew Lance or the others of their group, about themselves. It was nice to not have to think about the situation in a dire way, and just to be able to enjoy the beach with some friends.]

[ironchef]

[He figured Romelle would get how tough it was. Especially with no Miltank around. Luckily, though, there was enough stuff to make a Japanese-styled treat layout. With all the stress that came with short notice, thin supplies, relying on Pokemon to provide ice for refridgeration, and other exciting things.]

[He finally has to take a break and takes up position by Romelle with a dish that has tofu and veggies, smelling of some kind of umami sauce and lightly cracked pepper. He holds it towards her.]

Hey, want to share? Just grab some chopsticks... or use your fingers. We're all heathens here.

[questioneverything]

[Oh. That smelled delicious. There was no way she could say 'no'. But, she did laugh a little.]

Hunk, I'd hardly consider this food for heathens. [But, hey... she didn't have chopsticks handy, so fingers it was. Even with the sauce, though, it wasn't all that messy, thankfully.] Oh, this is delicious. [She vaguely recognized the texture of something in it.] Is this that 'tofu' thing that comes from Earth?