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Who: Licorice
When: Day 1, Morning
Where: Licorice Carriage

[Welcome to Count Spookula's Car of Horrors! Today's spooky mystery: Where the fuck are we?]

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[This smol girl is examining ever nook and cranny of the car, eyes darting nervously to and fro. She takes a single egg out of the refrigerator and sniffs it. Could be poisoned.]

Where are we?

I don't know.

[ Appearing out of the shadows beside her abruptly, like a ninja... in a fluffy black coat. He leans over to peer at the egg. ]

What kind of egg is that?

Chicken egg. We'd need to start a fire to cook it, there doesn't seem to be any power for the stove.

Chicken...

[ Thoughtfully, like he's trying to picture what kind of creature that name could apply to. But she's brought up a more important point. ]

For that, we'd need wood and kindling, and we'd have to worry about the smoke. Is there anything in there that doesn't require cooking that we could eat first?

[She rummages around in the refrigerator, and pulls out a couple of carrots, holding one out to him.]

Help yourself.

Thanks.

[ Takes it and looks it over for a moment, sniffing it, before just. Taking a big bite. Cronch cronch. ]

Oh, not bad. What's it called?

It's a carrot. You don't know what a carrot is?

No, I've never had one before. I don't really know many Earthling foods.

[ Crunch crunch. ]

...Wait, you have memories?

Uh, yeah. You don't?

None of us do. I'm just using a nickname for now. I'm Tabby. You can be Calico.

Calico? But my name is Keith.

We've developed a theme.

[ Oh no she's sad??? ]

... If it's like a code-name thing, then it's fine. You can call me Calico.

[ Huff. Code-names he understands. ]

What's the theme?

[Nah, she's just stuck like this.]

Cats.

Oh.

[ Hm. Well. He'll have to do this eventually, so now seems like a good time. He pushes back his hood to reveal the fact he has fluffy purple cat-like ears rather than human ones. ]

[Oh no she wants to pet them]

How appropriate. Meow.

[ Let's be real probably everyone on Team Voltron ended up petting them at some point so Keith Knows, but he doesn't know her well enough to allow it yet. He's just relieved that she isn't hostile towards him for being Galra. His ears twitch slightly. ]

Yeah. Meow.

[ He's about to explain that he's not exactly a cat, but stops. ]

Hey, you said you don't have your memories, but you remembered what a carrot was.

True. It seems that I can remember what things are, but have no experiences to associate them with.

So... If I tell you that I'm not a cat, exactly, but a Galra, do you know what I mean?

[ There are planets that the Galra empire hadn't reached, but she's an Earthling, isn't she? She must know the word, even if she doesn't remember the details.

Right? ]

[She shakes her head.]

I don't.

[ S h o c k. ]

But that's... [ Impossible. That's impossible. Unless... ]

We really are from different worlds, like that voice said.

That may be correct. It seems possible.

No, I'm certain. If you were from the Earth of my reality, you would have known about the Galra.

[ And it probably wouldn't have gotten a good reaction. ]

We should consider that the rest of the message could be true as well. In that case, there's something dangerous out there that we need to deal with.

It doesn't necessarily follow that the Prince is truthful about everything. But I that we should take caution.