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

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Junpei looks at her with groggy bafflement, then reaches over his shoulder to pick the empty fry carton off his shoulder.]

...Ah. The turns table.

[He lets his head thunk back down onto his arms.]

Wanna sleeeeep. Where's the ball pit, need a nap.

[daughterofthemark]

[And giggling turns into laughter. Turns table? Ball pit? What hilarious nonsense!]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Oh, she's laughing at him now, is she? That's fine, because Junpei abruptly wraps his arms around her middle and tugs her into the seat next to him so he can try to use her for a pillow.]

Gotcha. Stop moving, you're a bed now. Good night.

[daughterofthemark]

Aah!

[SHE'S BEEN CAPTURED?!]

Sir Junpei, this is hardly an appropriate place to sleep!

[But it sure is comfy! good thing her armor is packed up or she'd be much less so]

[misanthropicprinciple]

If I sleep in the car I'm gonna wake up and be dead. Kip is a crazy person and doesn't have a splicense.

...

Space license.

[daughterofthemark]

He navigated away from that explosion well enough.

[WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL HER THERE WAS GOING TO BE AN EXPLOSION]

Perhaps we can locate a more appropriate place. An inn, perhaps.