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High As A Kite [R for Language] [Open]

Sawyer had been avoiding the city ever since Bella had told him that the Vatican had been all but destroyed during the fighting with the zombies. No one had died, which Sawyer--rather immodestly--accredited to himself and all the work he put in getting the basilica ready for just that kind of occasion. But with the basilica trashed, Sawyer had lost the spot on the ship that he had adopted as his own little castle--even if other, more religious crew members had tried to mosey in on his turf. So, in an effort to familiarize himself with some of the newly opened areas of the ship, Sawyer had been walking around and poking his head into the command deck, engineering, neuropathy, and, eventually, the flight deck.

He spent at least an hour wandering around the deck, looking at all the different fighters, bombers, mechs, frigates, and shuttles before his eyes landed on something that most definitely didn't seem to belong. In one untouched corner of the flight deck stood an object covered up with a protective tarp. It wasn't large, especially in comparison to all the other machines around it. It, in fact, looked rather reminiscent in size to a normal vehicle from Earth.

With furrowed brow, Sawyer wandered over to the "mysterious" vehicle and cautiously took hold of the tarp and gave it a sharp tug only to reveal....

THE MYSTERY MACHINE!!!

Sawyer's mouth fell open as he stared in utter shock at the van in front of him. "No. Fucking. Way," he said, his eyes wide with awe. It was really... No it couldn't be... But it was... It was really the goddamn Mystery Machine.

"Hot damn!" Sawyer hooted as he grabbed the handle on the door and tugged it open--it was unlocked, surprisingly--and started searching for the keys to get the damn thing started. He was gonna be driving the fuckin' Mystery Machine. At least, he would be as soon as he found the keys. He checked the visor--nothing. Under the driver's seat--nothing. Under the passenger seat--nothing. The glove compart...

He had no more than opened the glove compartment when Sawyer's mouth dropped open yet again. He'd found the keys, finally, sitting right smack on top of a large bag of pot--complete with rolling papers--that had been stuffed into the glove box.

"Holy fucking Scooby snack," Sawyer hooted, again.

An hour or so later, anyone stopping by the hangar deck would find Sawyer, driving in circles in an empty corner of the hangar at five miles at hour. The windows were rolled up, and a cloud of smoke filled the vehicle as the meatship's resident a$$hole puffed away on something that was not a cigarette.

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You mean, Brainy is coming down on them. Like a ton of freakin' green space bricks. In fact, there is a knock on the driver's side window of the car, and a certain green Coluan shows up there. Yes, while it's moving. (He has a flight ring, people, keep up).

"Pull over the archaic, fossil fuel-powered--" He peers at the paint job. "--garishly-colored vehicle. Immediately."

He's here to be a narc all over your funtimes.

"I have many kills as well!" Oh, now you got him started Lash. Good job. He indicates the scalp and talons hanging from his bandolier. "All of them in single combat. I am a great warrior!" He puffed up and in the process banged his head against the roof of the van, giving a faint grumble before he sank back to the floor, curling up.

"What is 'Taco Bell'? Can you eat it? Is it a type of animal?" He queried, snaking his head forward to poke it into the front of the vehicle, looking at the cramped humans. He cocks his head to one side, looking at Brainy through the smoke and windows.

"It is the green human! He does not look pleased. Perhaps he does not like the color of your human vehicle."

"That's great!" Why was it great? Didn't care at this point. She presented her hand close to the Raptor's in a manly fistbump for him to follow. "Soldiers of war represent!"

It was a good think Hawke was not here. He would be completely ashamed of her right now.

The girl was going to ask what Taco Bell was as well, having never been taught the wonders of fast food, but the person outside made her peer from the window, no doubt squeezing everyone in the already way-too-tight front seats.

"I don't know, but he...she? I can't tell, tee hee hee...well, whatever they are, they certainly matches the van pretty well!" She laughed again.

Sawyer was just about to launch into an explanation of the wonders of Taco Bell--or White Castle...or Jack in the Box...--when the rapping on the pane of his window interrupted him mid-thought.

Turning to see Brainy, of all people, standing on the other side, he scowled and started rolling down the window, giving the uptight green alien a nice dosing of pot smoke.

"Awww...fuck, if it ain't Scrappy Doo come to ruin everyone's fun...," he snarked.

She rolled her eyes, and reached over her boyfriend to turn on the music. It was a mix so at the moment it's Journey, sorry. She did bring some Pink Floyd too of course.

Kate did blush at the peck on her cheek, and then caught herself giggling. Why is she giggling, she didn't have anything. Must be just the smoke.

"Brainy, it's fine! We're good!" She called as she leaned over Tony again, kind of smooshing her chest against him a little. Ooops?

Oh, no. It was perfectly fine, Kate. Tony doesn't mind at all. He's just going to get the new bowl going and then sink back into his seat and cuddle with you for a minute. That's OK, right?

He glanced over at Brainy, "Brainy! Did you bring those tunes, man? Get your green butt in here!"

He coughs when the window opens, but the coughing makes him breathe in deeper. There's an airy and heady feeling that comes over him after a few seconds. He isn't human, after all. Different chemicals affect him in different ways.

It turns out that tetrahydrocannabinol is just a bit more potent and fast-acting for Coluans than humans. Just a bit.

"I didn't bring your 'tunes.' I came here to tell you to stop this nonsense before you..."

Odd, he keeps losing all twelve tracks of thought. The thought that it might be whatever illicit substance they're smoking quickly flits away in the face of a much more pressing issue at hand. His eyes widen, even as he tries to carry on his last track of thought.

"Before you..."

It's a losing battle.

Whoa. Whoa.

"Sweet muses!" he says suddenly. He can't refuse to acknowledge this pressing discovery. "I've never noticed it before...but my hands are unfathomably substantial in size."

Red Snout cocks his head and slaps a foreclaw against Lash's hand curiously. What a strange gesture, but it obviously signified some sort of camaraderie. He nodded at her, one warrior to another. Mighty warriors, united. Even if she was a human. He turned his attention back to the others, protesting a bit petulantly.

"No one has explained what a Taco Bell is. I wish to know. It sounds like food." Food. Great Scravis' teeth! He was hungry all of a sudden. He grumbled loudly.

"I am hungry. We must acquire food that is not slop. We must therefore raid the food supplies!" This seemed, at the moment, to be an excellent idea. His attention shifted to Brainy.

"Your hands look normally sized to me. About the size of a hadrosaur egg..." His stomach rumbled loudly.

"Yeah those look like normal hands to me. And the slop is pretty good! I've lived on worse." Her eating manners left much to be desired. Lash then turned her attention back to the music.

"I've never heard these songs before. What are they called? They're pretty good." They seemed so interesting today too, like the music made pretty pictures form in her mind. Not the usual plans of death machines or tanks, but flowers and trees and skies alight with red and orange colors.

Soooo pretty.

Sawyer looks at Brainy's hands, then at Brainy, then to his hands, then to Brainy again, with a serious look on his face. "Yes, they are," he said, dead-pan. Then, after few moments he was hit by another giggle fit. "In or out?" he asked, between giggling.

Eventually the thick, cloying odor made its way over to where Lafiel floated in the zero-g bay. Also there was music, thin and tinny. Tunes and smell wafted through the vent, completely ruining her attempt to just float and relax in zero g.

Sighing, she pushed off of the wall and made her way to the entrance. As she walked through the threshold to the other bay, she saw...A strangely painted groundcar. Driving. Very slowly. In a circle. Also there was smoke...A fire!

She dashed over to it, drawing her klanyu. It could melt military grade armor, it would certainly do to slice open the door of a rather primitive looking vehicle. Laser pistol in hand, she yelled "Hang on! I'll get you out of there!" and approached it.

"I suppose there's no harm in it."

It looks...comfy. Crowded, but the music is...musical. Deedleedee.

He opens the door on the side and climbs in, smoke billowing around him, just as Lafiel approaches from the other side. Brainy sticks his head over the roof of the van and calls to get her attention.

"Hey! Hey!"

A pause.

"...Hey!"

What was he saying? Oh, right.

"I'm getting in, not out." He barks out an uncharacteristic laugh. "Silly human."

His head disappears and he pops into the van and slams the door shut, taking a seat.

"Where are we going?"

"To Taco Bell, or whatever fast food we can find I guess?" Kate giggled a little as she snuggled with Tony. Whenever he lights another up she would take a hit and coughed a little on the smoke. Might as well at this point, she was pretty sure she was getting a bit bombed just from the second hand alone.

"Hey wait, kitchen got tacos? Because they should. Or nachos," She yelled over the music.

Tony laughed and wrapped his arms around Kate. He was feeling pretty good. Friends, music, just enjoying himself. No fear here, just him, his girlfriend and some other people. He snickered, "...maybe. But... you know what, it doesn't matter... Let's just hang out here for a bit."

He glanced out the window at Lafiel, "...hey, empress-chick. Join the party!"

"Food! Yes! Food!" He bounces a little, the van rocking with him. He's hungry, dammit!

"We should get some. Right away." He looked Lafiel through the window, a bit confused.

"What? What do you want, blue human? We are enjoying a human bonding ritual!"

"Yes! Food!"

At the mention of someone else, Lash pushed the other people once again to get a better view from inside the smoked-filled vehicle. It might have been a little more rough than last time. Goodness was she dizzy. Not dizzy enough to notice the girl's weapon, however, and her eyes lit up.

"Hey! You! Whoever you are!" Her voice might have sound mumbled from the fact her face was practically pressed across the window. "Can I get myself one of those?"

She missed her ray gun. So much.

Edited 2010-01-25 07:05 (UTC)

"So you're not on fire..." Wait, she'd seen something like this before. The lander-born crewmen would often go to a special chamber to satisfy this habit. 'Tobacco' they called it. Lafiel figured there could be little harm to entering the grubby vehicle. After all, Abh were immune to drink. A bad habit was sure to not ensue, right? Right.

She stepped onto the threshold of the rickety vehicle and came through the rusting door, nonplussed at the grinning faces greeting her. The smell now was overwhelming, sweet and yet somehow like unwashed clothes. Involuntarily, her small nose wrinkled. Perhaps this was some lander ritual. Certainly it would be rude to not partake.

"Thank you very much for having me." To the group in general and then: "I don't blame you for wanting one. A klanyu can apply heat enough to melt through military grade armor." To the girl with the strange hairstyle.

"Nope, no fire. Also no food. Did you bring any?" Kate asked hopefully, still snuggling with Tony.

"Yeeaaah...I got the munchies," Sawyer agreed, rubbing his grumbling belly as he looked around the hangar like he were just suddenly going to notice an IHOP or Denny's hiding one of the ships.

"Soooooo. Who's doin' food run?" he asked, followed quickly by: "One, two, three: NOT IT!"

"I can live on slop you guys seriously do not want me to go get us some food. That is, if you want real ones." She was never that hungry usually but for some reason tonight was different.

Plays kept his arms wrapped firmly around Kate's middle. she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon and neither was he. He glanced at Sawyer, adding in his own, "Not it!"

He snickered, "I dunno man. I'm just hungry."

Brainy is lying on the floor of the van now.

"Why are we saying 'not it'? Noooot it. Not it."

There, he said it, just in case. "Not. It. It. It. It."

A pause.

"It's very amusing when you say a world several times in a row. It starts to lose meaning. It. It. It. It. Look, listen to that. It it it it. It starts to sound like nothing."

He laughs.

Brainy is, of course, laying next to a very philosophical raptor. Red Snout waves his foreclaws lazily in the air.

"Perhaps we must go as a group. I do not wish to leave the van. It is nice in here." He nods in his own raptory way, head flopping backwards.

"But I am very hungry..." This is a touch decision.

"How about if we drive it to Taco Bell!?" It sounded like the best idea right now. Lash still didn't know what it was, but surely Stacy had one. Surely!

"That sounds like...an excellent. Idea." Lafiel said with a new haltingness. Her anti-alcahol filtering enzymes were all in her stomach. The rich smoke that spread over her alveolae bypassed her defenses entirely. "I am the most experienced pilot here. I should...maneuver this vehicle."

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