airlockedmods (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
airlockedmods) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
theairlock2017-07-09 01:08 pm
airlockedmods) wrote in theairlock2017-07-09 01:08 pm
Beep Beep we're going to Sparby's
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.
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.]
You earned it.
no subject
[POSSIBLY INCLUDING THE FROZEN SUGAR???]
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
Do not ask Rii-san about it.
no subject
[She still can't believe y'all ADOPTED THE GREEN MAN]
I have honestly had enough of "ships" and "shipping" to last a lifetime.
no subject
no subject
[And she'd share it, too, but the poppies...will they mean anything to Round 2?]
no subject
[She certainly understands the importance of such things in a desperate situation.]
I would very much like to see it, if I may.
no subject
[Hopefully they'll be staying together until
R5they find their friends, but, Jane's not going to pretend the lack of space and limited funds won't be a problem.]We should have enough shirts to give each of you one, too, if you like. Some of them are definitely made for aliens, but the extra arm holes are pretty easily fixed.
no subject
[Unless they really can't all fit in one ship and Kip's just such a shitty driver that they aren't able to go in the same direction.]
Ah! I never considered the possibility that some would have more than two arms!
no subject
[And poor little [INCOHERENT SCREECHING] deserves to live their life]
So...the multiple arm thing isn't too much of a stretch.
no subject
no subject