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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.
2/2
Ah, anyway. I'm the Doctor.
[He is not introducing himself as Champion of Earth, especially after all that.]
Good to meet you, sorry it couldn't be sooner.
no subject
[ Introductions are a thing that need to happen. ]
I'm Wakasa Yuuri -- but, just "Yuuri" is fine!
[ you're very clearly not Japanese, so she's used to it by now. and with that in mind, in lieu of a bow, she's offering a handshake. ]
Doctor...?
no subject
[And shaking her hand.]
no subject
[ She knows a king with an excess of surnames, so a doctor with a conspicuous lack of them checks out. ]
It's a bit... surreal, running into you all like this. I thought maybe we'd be searching for months but... here you all are in the flesh. But maybe we all deserve a bit of good luck.
no subject
[He chews his lip for a second, looking at nothing, before turning back to Yuuri brightly.]
Course, even if this were a trap -and I don't see how it could be- I'd say we're best capable of dealing with it together, right?
no subject
[ ... A pause as she does a quick headcount. ]
Um, twenty heads are better than one? ... Of course, that's assuming we count PAL and Kip-san too, but... it's still a much better number than we had before.