Beep Beep we're going to Sparby's

[airlockedmods]

Once everyone's in the dick limo and they've watched the Fantasy Sweet burn down behind them (dodging the flaming debris once the pressure builds up enough inside to make the whole thing go nuclear), it's off to the nearest fast food planet.

Which...is about five lightdays away.

Luckily for you, you have your very own Personal Artistic License to keep you entertained. So PAL bounces around the back of the limo, sitting in every lap that will have him, as he tells the story of Kip from the day he hatched as a tiny, impressionable smeet to present.

Sparing absolutely no detail.

Especially about the part where Kip failed his navigator's exam because he stopped at Then-Foodcourtia and crashed the ship into one of the greasy pustules that had sprouted on the planet's surface, destroying the aircraft and boiling his instructor alive in the fiery grease of hell.

So now there's a dick limo parked in the Sparby's parking lot. For anyone who had Arby's or Arby's-adjacent restaurants on their home planet... The menu's not much different. Everything meat-based is 100% beef, the milkshakes look delicious, and of course there are turnovers (apple, cherry, and chocolate).

Which... well, catch Kip and PAL in the corner shoving milkshakes and turnovers in their faces tbh.]

Welcome to Sparby's, Survivors.
You earned it.

Comments

[scourgingstars]

[Ardyn may or may not have checked for any terrifying mascots, just in case.]

[But once they were mostly settled in, he'd just reach right over to Kip and PAL's pile of snacks and steal a yet-untouched milkshake.]

[And drink it staring them dead in the eyes like he was daring them to even say a word.]

[theoverseen]

[Au contraire he looks like he's about to swoon.]

[scourgingstars]

[let this be a lesson in establishing dominance over the space tonberry that orchestrated your misery and lied to you for weeks, kids.]

[daughterofthemark]

[Wow, that story was really long and complex and Arianna is really sorry she only understood maybe 2% of it. It was still good for distracting her from the FIERY EXPLOSION NOBODY TOLD HER THERE WOULD BE AN EXPLOSION

But that was the past and this is the present and this is a very hungry princess.]

There are so many options...!

[She doesn't even know what some of these things are but they all look delicious]

[desperateprayer]

I don't know where to start...

[ Fast food hasn't existed in the Third Period since Magic Kingdom Levianta. ]

[daughterofthemark]

They appear to specialize in beef sandwiches, so perhaps something in that category...

[oh god what are they going to drink, she doesn't know what pepsi is]

[serrata]

Do you need some help picking something out?

[ going by the insane amount of food Yuuri's ordered, she's not had any trouble making her own selections. ]

[daughterofthemark]

[Or... maybe she has... and her solution was to order everything? Arianna's vaguely considering that option actually.]

Yes, please.

[goteachother]

[She's famished but at the same time everything smells like grease and death and she's really unsure about this diner. Queenie comes from a time before fast food and this is all a little overwhelming.

There's a long moment of just staring at the menu, chewing her lip, trying to decide.

She briefly ducks over to Kip to steal a sip of his jamocha shake, fall in love, and get his opinion on what else she should get.]

[theoverseen]

[Queenie his opinion is biased there's only like three things here he can eat.

That being said, try a chocolate turnover. Do it.]

[serrata]

[ Let it be known that not only has it been more than a year since Yuuri has been near fast food, she has never in her life been to an Arby's. Even the regular planetary kind. So you'll have to forgive her if she looks a little stunned both at the offerings on the menu and the sheer scale of the portion sizes jesus christ have none of you people ever eaten food before and you're now making up for it or what

But once she's gotten past the initial spulture (space culture) shock, you can bet Yuuri is putting all of this delicious unhealthy food in her face. Loaded fries, three cheese steak sandwich, two milkshakes (she couldn't pick between vanilla and chocolate) and just... there's so much. There's so much food. She's going to have a terrible stomach ache later but it'll be worth it. ]

[scourgingstars]

[some tall stack of former daemons in a trenchcoat is reaching over to steal one of your fries, yuuri.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[So, five days of listening to a tiny, adorable robot tell them terrifying stories about Kip's ability to drive--fly?--has meant Junpei has gotten very little sleep, despite the comfort of their limopeen and the help of a good fraction of what was available in the Barmiger. Our sleepy Junpei has just enough wits about him to choose something a little more low-key (his modest turtleneck rather than, say, the Espurr kigurumi) to wear to such a public venue and to tie his hair back in a dinky ponytail, but now...

Now he's asleep with his head pillowed on his arms in front of a half-eaten triple thick brown sugar bacon roast beef and a Jamocha shake.

Let the line of Lucis nap.]

[daughterofthemark]

[Oh, Junpei, Junpei, Junpei. When will you ever learn not to let your guard down around Princess Arianna Wakasa of Caledonia?

With great care, she balances an empty french fry box on top of his head.]

[serrata]

[ You know, she could be mean. But instead she's gonna just... carefully put that nice fluffy blanket from the dumbwaiter around his shoulders and let him nap. The nice employees of Sparby's have hopefully seen enough shit that they won't protest this or maybe they can just sense that anyone who wakes up this poor sleeping boy will face a reckoning. sleep well, jumpy. ]

[shikosuki]

[ Staring at the menu in bewilderment. He was expecting burgers so it throws him off a little to see it's just sandwiches and sides, making him quickly try to reevaluate what he wants. Eventually though he ends up settling on a ham & swiss, a deluxe baked potato, and a Dr. Pepper.

However he can't help pausing for a moment as he's ordering. ]

--Wait, who's paying for all this??

[ because it sure ain't gonna be him ]

[everylittlesecret]

Fuck if I know. Kipper maybe? He did hopefully get paid......

[How does space money ever work?]

[myocordial]

[Heart stops sipping from his milkshake for a moment, because that question. Ah.]

...Hm, I wonder. [He hadn't exactly thought about it.] You know, I've never actually paid for anything before.

[...Like. Ever. In his life.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Are you sure you want to witness the amount of food Church can shove in his face? How many jokes about how big his mouth is or how much meat can fit in there are you able to make? He is all about the roast beefy goodness. And the fries. He might go into a potato coma from the curly fries.

Many cows died for this.

He's also in his owl onesie. Because he didn't wear it much if at all on the 'show', and also...he does not have much in the way of clothing. Speaking of which, between bites:]

Hey, you know we're gonna need to get some clothes, too, right?

[goteachother]

[Sipping merrily on her second shake, avoiding the fries because they're "spicy", and breaking the standard by getting a chicken sandwich (with mountains of bacon).]

You know I can take care of that, honey... Why didn't you say something?

[Someone stop her from conjuring clothes in the middle of the restaurant.]

[scourgingstars]

Queenie can handle the immediate problem.

[see he gets it.]

We'll find somewhere to pick up more later after we sell everything we don't need.

And now, without further ado...

[airlockedmods]

[The TVs in the corner of the dining area are playing a special about Empress Kristen of Earth and the global celebration of Prince Daniel's third birthday, a beautiful blonde woman in a white gown and golden crown holding a squirming toddler in a blue suit with his crown of brown curls pulled back by a red ribbon.

The whole of Earth bows to the woman and her child, and Prince Daniel looks out on his subjects with quiet awe.

But at that moment, in the Sparby's parking lot, a relatively small spacecraft lands, just weary travelers stopping for milkshakes and greasy sliced meats. The bell over the decontamination chamber jingles, and eight voyagers walk in.]

Re: And now, without further ado...

[ratherdoweddings]

[And here's someone covering her face with a hat and sunglasses, but happily chatting away with the group she came in with.]

--they have a deal on, sliders for two credits, and you'll love the orange shake they have on for this... Season? It works differently in space, obviously!

[That's when she happens to look over at the survivors from the Fantasy Sweet and stops cold.]

...Don't panic, but look. Now.

[She lowers her sunglasses. Her face exposed and combined with that voice, some of you may recognize one of the strangers who found Kurumi's body.]

Late with Starbucks

[refusedtoleave]

[She made no attempt to hide her aversion to the fast food. And didn't even leave the ship at first.

Except they're taking too long.

So she's going to round them up. There's a whole five seconds of a jog before she slows down into a brisk walk... She wasn't going to worry.

Except all of you are being frowned at, even the ones she doesn't know.]

I thought you were ordering then coming back to ship? We don't- oh!

[who are these people?]

[everylittlesecret]

[Nari hasn't been to a Arby's in a very long time since she prefers to cook for herself. So this was a treat. After the few days listening to PAL chatter about Kip, she wants something stronger to drink than a chocolate milkshake, but she's not asking Ardyn for alcohol in the middle of a restaurant.

The shake goes along well with one of their roast beef gyro and a order of the steakhouse onion rings. Touch the onion rings and she'll take your hand off.]