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

[cyan_maid]

Er...then...I do suppose it is your choice. I can't stop you.

[everylittlesecret]

Good. [Don't make the human taser miss out on hours of binge watching bad video edits.]

[cyan_maid]

Just be careful if you look up yourself. I...don't search my name on there, for very good reasons.

[everylittlesecret]

What could they show off? My random mental breakdowns or ways of trying to off myself with what looks like fun stunts? I'll be fine.

[cyan_maid]

Uh...well, I was thinking more along the lines of very deplorable pornography? That sort of thing still pops up in the safe search option, I'm...not keen to find out what it excludes.

[everylittlesecret]

Oh. No, that's no big. I'm German. I grew up around all sorts of nudity and questionable things that children shouldn't see.

[cyan_maid]

Aah. I'm American, and my Dad was always very protective. It's a good thing I had such lovely, internet-savvy friends to help prepare me for the real world with swearing and general buffoonery.

[everylittlesecret]

.... my friends back home aren't internet-savvy in the least. Dunno about this bunch.

[cyan_maid]

We really couldn't talk to each other without chat clients.

[Jane glances around, a thoughtful look on her face.] Hm...well, the ones that aren't are sure to be quick learners. Xander's gotten the hang of it by now, even if I do have to shoo him away some nights.

[everylittlesecret]

Skype and texting were how I kept in touch with my friends. Here? Well... we got the pigeons.

[cyan_maid]

We also can just, you know, talk to people in person. I've really taken a shine to that. It's much easier to give someone a hug that way.

[everylittlesecret]

Hugs... yeah, you'll get a lot of those once my group is used to you. They like to give them out.

[cyan_maid]

We do, too. Or...well. I try my best to ask, first. I've needed a lot of hugs lately.

[Crying about innocent people fucks you up, Nari.]

But Jamie gives lovely hugs, and Xander too. And Yurika! She gives excellent hugs.

[everylittlesecret]

I'm...... Picky about physical affection. I don't think I'll be asking for hugs anytime soon.

[cyan_maid]

[Yes of course, the uh. The possibly hurting someone on accident thing.]

That's perfectly fine - we're not a 'spontaneously' huggy bunch. Usually there is asking involved.

[everylittlesecret]

Queenie and some of the others are spontaneous. Let them know if you would prefer to be asked.

[cyan_maid]

It's fine with me. I'm usually the one who needs to force herself to ask others for hugs.

[See: two months of being glued to the computer yelling, crying, and scrambling to get back to a baseline of okay through memes.]