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

[serrata]

[ Yuuri freezes in her seat. That's-- well it can't be, can it? The sheer coincidence of it all is just a total farce. But what the hell has her life been these past few weeks if not a total farce? ]

It's-- it's you!

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Church's head pops up, mouth filled with food.] Hm mmph?? [Who has made little sister Yuuri upset!!!!]

[serrata]

[ INARTICULATELY GESTURING AT THE NEW ARRIVALS!! ]

It's-- they're the ones from last-- you know who they are!

[ she can't exactly say it out loud BUT SURELY YOU'RE CATCHING ON, CHURCH ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Junpei was still half-asleep, but at Yuuri's shout he jumps to his feet all at once, putting himself between him and her, grabbing the closest thing at hand to brandish at whatever she's looking at--

Oh. Okay. It's the plastic knife that was stuck in his shirt. But he looks very committed, and that robot arm looks very real.]

What--who--

[ratherdoweddings]

Okay, hold up before we get into any fights!

[The woman who was talking about sliders steps up, gives a solemn salute, and follows it up with a friendly little wave.]

I promise we aren't with you-know-who.

[misanthropicprinciple]

What? Voldemort? I'm not afraid of fucking magic, bring it!

[motherfucking_ghost]

Junpei, chill out, they're from earlier. [See, Church IS catching on!] Survivors. [NUDGE NUDGE??]

[misanthropicprinciple]

What?

[Looks at Church, looks at his own hand, seems to realize he's holding a plastic knife, decides this is apparently not embarrassing and looks at the others again.]

...

[Looks at Yuuri, then back to the other group.]

Oh. Oh! Oh.

[He rubs his eyes with the heel of his other hand.]

...I should go back to sleep.

[daughterofthemark]

Sir Junpei, no! It's them!

[misanthropicprinciple]

...

[Gently puts his knife back down on the table. He's gomen.]

[goteachother]

Afraid of magic? [Giggling and just staring at Junpei and Rii because uh...]

Why are we upset about these folks?

[daughterofthemark]

They are our predecessors.

[misanthropicprinciple]

I don't know, I just woke up.

[serrata]

Junpei!

[ she grabs the plastic-knife waving arm and leans in to hiss - ]

They're the ones from last time! From the last season! Sh--she-- she was one of the ones who found...

[ratherdoweddings]

[Yurika bows and looks sadly at Yuuri.]

You are the real ones, aren't you?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Huh?

[Well, if Yuuri's the one telling him not to immediately throw down in the middle of Sparby's, he guess he can chill for, like, two seconds. "Season" pings off his poor exhausted brain matters, and his arm relaxes in hers.]

Oh, they're... oh. ...Huh. ...........I thought they'd have better clothes.

[curdle]

[ If two extremely unpleasant trains of thought take off at the same time, going 70 miles per hour, how far away from Flagstaff, AZ will they smash into each other?? Train number one is Where are they? Where are they?! Devil!

Train number two, however, is based on logical thought and not PTSD, and somehow is even worse. This isn't anyone Thomasin knew. No. No, it's her friend-- ]

No! Thou -- I mean, you--

[ and they're in a public place oh nooooooooooo ]

How?! How are you here?

[serrata]

We-- d--do you not know?! After everything that's happened, I would've thought, m--maybe...

[ It'd be all over TV or at least there'd be some ripples about them escaping and blowing up a goddamn space mansion in their wake. ]

Has-- has it really been kept that quiet?

[stitch_in_time]

Last broadcast was- Sunday, I think. For you. The 'dramatic cliffhanger', as it were.

[A quiet nod in Queenie's direction, in case there was any uncertainty.]

[serrata]

... Sunday, so that...

[ She sucks in a breath and rubs her face, trying to sort this last, utterly insane week into order in her head. ]

That means, you don't know anything about... PAL or Kip-san... just about Queenie-san coming back?

[stitch_in_time]

Yeah, just- ...what about Kip?

[Scanning the restaurant, doing a quick headcount of survivors-]

[curdle]

Quiet? The last we...

[ She judiciously (???) cuts herself off. Her voice is at eleven right now and she needs it to be maybe a three. ]

We but saw what came to pass on Sunday.

[serrata]

You've-- you've missed so much. I don't even know how much of the rest of it they're going to be able to broadcast.

[ there's uh, not exactly much left of the Fantasy Sweet to be broadcasting from ]

We... left five days ago, I think. That's when everything... ended.

[daughterofthemark]

After taking everything of value and setting the mansion on fire.

[arianna don't look so proud of yourself when you say that]

[curdle]

[ Well, that's not ominous!! But her tone doesn't imply a catastrophe so great and horrifying that it shouldn't be asked about. Thomasin quietly looks around the restaurant, trying to pinpoint any material loss that should be obvious to her, and pretty much only comes up with the fact that Cece and Choromatsu are missing. ]

Was any person else... lost?

[ no thomasin one's with some corpses and the other one's taking a leak ]