Beep Beep we're going to Sparby's

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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]

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]

It really burned?

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[daughterofthemark]

In the end, it exploded.

[IT WAS KIND OF SHOCKING]

[curdle]

[ thank god she doesn't know enough about space to even begin questioning this and inadvertently start a conversational spiral into complete nonsense, and instead is just going to settle on: ]

Good.

[daughterofthemark]

It was quite cathartic to watch, until it exploded.

[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 ]

[serrata]

Oh! Oh, no, no no-- [ she hastily shakes her head ] -- not after Nishitani-san. That was the last... the last time it happened.

It's just that. Um. We might've... not left much of the Fantasy Sweet intact when we left.

[curdle]

Oh...

[ She can't smile when she's keenly aware of being a visible reminder of someone else's grisly death, but a hint of mischief does enter her tone. It would have been nice to have had something to destroy when they finally woke up -- to be able to ruin a single, concrete location. ]

I so hope they show it. [ ... ] My name is Thomasin.

[serrata]

So do I. It was a very impressive explosion -- it'd be a shame if everyone watching along at home had to miss it.

[ sorry for the Airlocked spoilers, Sparby's patrons.

She does manage a smile in return though. ]

It's nice to meet you properly, Thomasin-chan. I probably don't need to introduce myself but -- just "Yuuri" is fine. I'm starting to get used to it.