WEEK 3

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WEEK 3

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Another week, another set of bodies to add to the pile. Two lured in by The Lady's machinations, and another two done in by misfortune; six of your number are dead already. Who knows who it will be the next time? And for what reason? Nevertheless, there’s no choice but to keep pushing on in your own way; whether that means barricading yourself inside your room for the rest of your stay, leaving artwork of your fellow Survivors around the housing area, or eating all the raw meat in the vicinity… well, everyone deals with things differently.

Either way, you understand the drill by now, yes? Another portion of the city reveals itself as the fog retreats yet again, lampposts lighting the way to the new areas as usual. The full moon wanes to half this week too, so make the most of it.

[[Welcome to Week 3! Note that new areas have been added, and can be found under the Week 3 tab on our Locations page. Once again, feel free to make top levels at your discretion, and remember to note it in your header if you plan on investigating any locations. You can also privately contact The Lady or Rembrandt.]]

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[galrarm]

A Paladin is the title given to the Lions' pilots. There are-- well. Before we found the Lions ourselves, King Alfor and his allies were Paladins.

[ he pauses. ]

I used to pilot the Black Lion, but that's been passed to my best friend.

[raventhaw]

I see.

[ another sip of her tea, then: ]

That's unlike anything I've heard of before. While space travel isn't out of our capabilities on Remnant, we have more pressing things to deal with.

[galrarm]

It was pretty out of the realm of possibility for me, too, at first. Being able to cross over to other universes... I didn't think it was possible at first.

[ a pause, a sip of his coffee. ]

Given the choice, if you didn't have more important things to do, would you travel to space?

[raventhaw]

No.

[ sorry, shiro. ]

I'm the leader of the Branwen Tribe. I can't abandon my post. Not when they've made me into the woman I am today.

[galrarm]

Hah, fair enough.

[ he isn't offended at least! ]

It's a huge responsibility you've got, after all. Shirking that, and the people important to you... that isn't the mark of a good leader.

[raventhaw]

Exactly. You understand.

[ this is why you two get along so well!! ]

And I have something rather...valuable that my tribe needs. I've told you about my powers before.

[galrarm]

[ a nod. ]

Yeah. Even if you didn't have those powers, though, I'm sure they'd agree you're an invaluable part of the tribe.

[raventhaw]

You're probably right about that.

[ she hopes so, anyway. she likes to think that her people respect her as their leader. ]

How did you end up in outer space, anyway?

[galrarm]

Before finding Voltron, I actually was a pilot for space explorationmissions. I went on a lot of missions before ending up as a Paladin.

[raventhaw]

So you were an astronaut.

[ to put it in very simple terms. ]

And little did you know that your little missions would turn into something greater.

[galrarm]

Yeah.

[ A brief chuckle. ]

I thought I'd be excavating ice with the other members of my crew for a long time.

[ He just barely stops himself from, uh, saying "for the rest of my life." ]

Honestly... I wouldn't trade any of it for the world. Even in spite of the less pleasant things, I'm thankful for where I've ended up. [ .... ] With the exception of this place, anyway.

[raventhaw]

Saving the universe sounds much more engaging, at least. Even more of a reason why you should be one of the few left standing.