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theairlock2017-07-20 01:24 pm
airlockedmods) wrote in theairlock2017-07-20 01:24 pm
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Ask Some Questions, Get Some Answers (?)
[The Stardust Nebula is a large cloud, sprawling pink and purple across the dark void of space as you approach. There are no planets here, not even a planetoid, but that hardly means it’s devoid of life. Kip will easily be able to navigate to the place in question, a small collection of interconnected spaceports orbiting near the edge of one of the nebula’s hazy, rose-tinted tendrils. Floating signs hooked to these advertise “AIRLOCKED! Q&A”, with arrows leading towards what appears to be a convention center. A dome encloses the area, much like the one around the Fantasy Sweet, but there does not appear to be any kind of security restrictions on the port; it will open as soon as any ship pulls up to it.
Inside, there aren’t too many inconspicuous places to park your weird flotilla of offensively-shaped ships. You may just have to settle for the back of the docks, behind a large news van or something like that, and consider not sticking around the entire time. Getting inside was a quick process, so you shouldn’t have any trouble doing it again, especially with a military navigator staying with the ship. A line has already formed in front of the entrance, at least partially due to the scanners flanking the door. A large weirdly baby-faced alien in some type of uniform is standing there, apparently manning the machine, checking peoples’ belongings, and generally directing them. There’s an unfamiliar symbol on their uniform, clearly not the InterGal 7 logo. Despite being alone, they seem to be handling the line fairly efficiently - even if they occasionally appear to intentionally loom over some of the smaller aliens attempting to enter. There are a few cosplayers among the crowd, of course, but this time the majority are in plainclothes.
Some people are skipping this line and walking around to the back of the building. They’re all wearing or carrying badges, which do have the InterGal 7 logo on them.
For the moment, no one seems to have taken notice of your arrival.]
Inside, there aren’t too many inconspicuous places to park your weird flotilla of offensively-shaped ships. You may just have to settle for the back of the docks, behind a large news van or something like that, and consider not sticking around the entire time. Getting inside was a quick process, so you shouldn’t have any trouble doing it again, especially with a military navigator staying with the ship. A line has already formed in front of the entrance, at least partially due to the scanners flanking the door. A large weirdly baby-faced alien in some type of uniform is standing there, apparently manning the machine, checking peoples’ belongings, and generally directing them. There’s an unfamiliar symbol on their uniform, clearly not the InterGal 7 logo. Despite being alone, they seem to be handling the line fairly efficiently - even if they occasionally appear to intentionally loom over some of the smaller aliens attempting to enter. There are a few cosplayers among the crowd, of course, but this time the majority are in plainclothes.
Some people are skipping this line and walking around to the back of the building. They’re all wearing or carrying badges, which do have the InterGal 7 logo on them.
For the moment, no one seems to have taken notice of your arrival.]
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[This plan was always utter shit from the beginning. Really, he expected better of himself. Infernian damn it to hell, they knew it was a trap and they'd still let it get this bad. When he slowly took his hands from his pockets, Junpei might have noticed a pen in his left.]
[Only one thing left to do now. In a flash of light a bag of frozen sugar was in Ardyn's right hand, being launched at the guard's head with as much precision and force as one could throw a bag of frozen sugar. Hopefully before attention was back on them, he quickly snapped:]
Go. Find the others and regroup, I'll catch up.
[Might as well make catching them as hard as goddamned possible. Trusting Junpei and whoever was left with them to get after Jane, 'Nadir' bolted as soon as he said that, running in the direction of the stage with every intention of jumping up onstage and getting back behind it through the nearest available route. Bolton must have gone through somewhere, right?]
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[God damn it, this has all gone to hell and it (mostly) isn't even Junpei's fault, for once. But the pen was enough of a signal for him to get ready, so he doesn't have to waste time being surprised and startled by this turn of events.
No, he's caught on the choice: follow Ardyn, or follow his orders?
It's not even a choice. It takes no time. Yuuri's holding on to him, so Junpei wheels around, swings a robot arm at the guard's walkie talkie in the second they cross paths, and bolts like the dickens towards the bathrooms.]
Sorry! Emergency! I have a condition!
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She slaps her free hand onto her head, only able to think that they'll draw even more attention if her stupid wig falls off and god why didn't she just dye it and get a haircut and-- she's in such a tizzy that yes, that really does seem like the most important thing in the world all of a sudden. ]
Where-- where are they? [ the bathrooms? their fellow idiots? WHO KNOWS ] Someone needs to get back to the ship!
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G-Guys?!
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Oh God - c-c'mon, let's go! Now!
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It's all gone to shit, guys! Why are you still here?! Move!
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[BUT YEAH NO C'MON CHORO LET'S SPLIT]
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[ said not in an angry tone but a Y'ALL GIVING ME A HEART ATTACK I WAS SO WORRIED one
but yeah let's go :V ]
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['We'll take notes on what you miss if you need to go back for anything!'
As they run, he reaches into a jacket pocket with his free hand, retrieving something that... well, it doesn't look like a weapon, and Officer York didn't confiscate it...]
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You godawful stupid heroes, keep running!
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...Sugar Man wins, this shit is personal now. But they are putting out a quick description of Funyarii-san over the walkies so you guys might want to book it.]
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[But you sure the fuck do have a situation, because ardyn lucis izunia caelum tenmyouji is on the goddamn loose and his legs are like 75% of his body.]
[He'd sprint through the nearest backstage entrance he could see, pen still in his hand and debating on if he wanted to risk the Armiger; there was nothing but junk and Siegfried in there, and only one of those was something he could utilize. He could probably throw a bottle or two if he had to and trip up anyone after him, but first things first; get backstage where trouble wouldn't lead to a lot of casualties.]
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Siegfried, now!
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Don't forget we're not here to cause collateral damage, save it for the people who deserve it!
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[... is that a joke? Bitch it might be]
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So it's a competition, then?! Let's see which royal looks better coming back to their kids-!
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I'll feel bad, disappointing your friends so badly when we all started getting along. But in any contest of looks you already lost I'm afraid.
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