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theairlock2017-07-09 01:08 pm
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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.
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[Ardyn came close to asking if the network managed to broadcast their memories, and immediately decided that was not a conversation he was equipped to handle out in the open like this.]
It sounds quite the dramatic affair. Perhaps I should not be so surprised.
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Well, how else are they going to make sure people "stay tuned"? It's...really disgusting, whether they stuff people in a simulation or not.
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[And if that doesn't just make a girl wanna wring an alien's neck then what will]
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[She really is not fond of the Network, but the idea of people learning the truth and not caring...it does make her stomach turn.]
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So we'll just have to make sure we put a stop to it regardless.
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That's the goal. Save our friends, make it stop. Beyond that...well, I don't expect the stuff before "after" to be easy, or fast.
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[At least with the Network there was something to fight, mysteries to solve. Boys don't make any fuckdamn sense.]
But the after is...still too far for me to dream about. I want to stay rooted in the present as much as possible.
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[He's. He's trying.]
I think it better to remain in the present as well. When something does come along, it will be dealt with whether easy or difficult.
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