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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.
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I mean, that's good but, uh. [He has barely had contact with people outside his original group, Bolton or this group in just about two years. His social skills are a little shot, sorry, Choro.] I'm Jamie Fell, I was the Champion Landscape Artist and ex-Overseer.
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[ sound logic
...oh god they're really all introducing themselves and using titles and everything shit ]
Uh... Matsuno Choromatsu, the--
[ ...god what the FUCK does he say he hates his stupid ass title and he forgot to ask Kip if he could change it.
Though... now that they're gone maybe he doesn't have to stick to it anymore?? What if he just changes it himself?? But to what... ]
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done
Ch........Champion Useful Bisexual.
[ ...well then ]
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But then it clicks.
And he smiles, looking so proud of someone he's watched and fretted and related to for weeks and is only now getting to meet in person.]
I'm glad I get to finally meet you in person, Choromatsu. I'm glad you- [Survived.] That you're okay. Relatively speaking.
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...Yeah. Relatively speaking, I guess.