trans_9 | 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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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.

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"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."

Sawyer glanced into the rear-view mirror at the blue-haired girl in the back, giving her a confused look. "Pilot? What we need a pilot for? It's a van. It don't fly or nothing," he tried to explain. Sawyer thought he was doing a rather spectacular job at driving...five miles an hour...in circles.

"You need a license to drive," Kate supplied helpfully from where she was leaning her head against Tony. "You drive cars, you no fly them. Flying's trickier. Ask my robot pal, he'd so know."

"Yeah sorry to tell everyone, buuuut," she somehow let that last word linger. "Buuuuut, I've totally driven tanks and stealth planes since I was seven. I think I'm the most qualified."

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