The Journey Begins

[to-spamalot.livejournal.com]

The usual call to the bridge for certain people came in, as the announcement from Stacy came in. The briefing had gone well, as with the amount of information, as scanty as best. With the obs detached from her hull for a temporary amount of time, the large shape of Stacy’s obs deck moved down towards what appeared to be a warp in space.

Passing through it, a large world suddenly appeared before the group and soon, they were passing down through the atmosphere towards a large landmass that oddly looked like a parrot. It was here in a large field that sat astride a marvelous castle that her pod touched down.

The doors opened, and the chosen people were discharged from Stacy as a delegation emerged from the city, dressed in what appeared to be medieval garb. And sitting astride a white “horse”, which actually to be all fair was a stuffed horse head on a stick with a man banging what appeared to be coconuts behind him, was a regal looking man with a big crown and a neatly trimmed beard.

He was obviously royalty, considering that he didn’t have shit all over him.

(ooc: Welcome to the Land of ARRRRGH. Please feel free to make tags into the mingle subset and the inquiry with the ruler of the land.)

EDIT: Part 2 is up, and Part 1 is still welcome to be tagged into!

Comments

Dead Parrot Sketch

[to-spamalot.livejournal.com]

“Welcome welcome one and all, to our beloved land,” proclaimed the king as he nodded to the others. “I am King Iric Edle, and I bid you welcome to the Kingdom of Arrrrrrrrrgh.”

“Worthy knights, I bid you all welcome to our humble land, for in it, we reign peace, and prosperity, once you and your people prepare our most humblest of tasks.”

Re: Dead Parrot Sketch

[greatparusama.livejournal.com]

(http://s20.photobucket.com/albums/b209/nekoincardine/Haruna%20Saotome%20Icons/?action=view&current=haruna4copy.png)

Haruna blinked a few times. Of all things, the sentence had confused her a little.

However, she bowed politely. "Erm... Eels," she said, her best attempt at coming up with a suitable honorific for some reason.

Re: Dead Parrot Sketch

[to-spamalot.livejournal.com]

"Eels they say," mused the King. "Anyone know of Eels by any chance?"

Re: Dead Parrot Sketch

[greatparusama.livejournal.com]

(http://s20.photobucket.com/albums/b209/nekoincardine/Haruna%20Saotome%20Icons/?action=view&current=MSN47.png)

"My hovercraft is full of them?", Haruna continued. She must be getting something wrong here, but what?

[everdistant_utopia]

As confused as she was, Saber carefully maintained her characteristic poker face. There was something strangely familiar about the whole thing, as bizarre as the prospect was.

"May I inquire as to what this task might be?"

[to-spamalot.livejournal.com]

"The task, oh yes the task is brilliant, and in mind needing of the situation at hand," mused King Edle. "It is a ritual delivery to a faraway kingdom across the land."

[everdistant_utopia]

A slight frown marred the poker face. "Ritual delivery? Such as a pilgrimage?"

Probably not, but she hated to think of what else it might be.

Mingling

[to-spamalot.livejournal.com]

For those who were being prepared for the journey, there was a ready room where ceremonial garb in the colors of the Kingdom of Arrrrrrgh (r count indeterminable) was being handed out. Jackets, tunics, oddkins, bodkins, boots, quivers, swords (they didn’t hold an edge) and at the end of the line was a man cracking giant plastic eggs and handing you what appeared to be pantyhose.

Well, at least what they say is true: you gotta be a man to wear tights. Or woman. Either or, you are wearing the tights, if the evil eyeball from the hooded shady looking filthy merchant with the lady-pitch voice would broke about it.

Re: Mingling

[i-had-one4this.livejournal.com]

"Are you serious? You're not serious. No. No. This makes me look like I just joined a flash mob for male ballet dancers. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but. No." What Archer would not give for his trusty tactleneck right now.

After he puts them on, he turns to the person next to him. "Don't think I don't notice you checking me out."

[nokosi.livejournal.com]

"Well, to be fair I suppose I am 'checking' everyone out." He held up the tunic and tabard then shrugged. "This really is not so different than what I am used to, except I get to be a Knight! Honestly, you are underwhelmed for reasons unknown."

[i-had-one4this.livejournal.com]

"Those 'reasons unknown' being that I'm wearing something normally reserved for superheroes and ice skaters, duh. Nice trash stash, by the way."

[starbolts]

Normally, Starfire wouldn't give this situation a second thought. She would happily change clothes without a care in the world, warm up, and charge out into the world head first. They would succeed soon, so why worry and wait too much?

But two things about this place distinctly unsettled her: the lack of her powers (and therefore her strength and confidence) and the animosity she perceived. Not only was she a woman, a rather rare sight among adventurers, she was also distinctly alien in appearance. Perhaps she'd become too used to acceptance.

"Just a few moments, please!" And she dashed over to to the other end of this room to change, half-turned toward the wall. Couldn't leave herself too vulnerable to a sneak attack.

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

Ronnae followed suit, feeling the anxiety rise due to the predicament they were in. She went to the same are and used one of the drapes to cover the area where her and Star were in.

She smiled timidly at her before averting her gaze.

"You f-first, then you cover me Star?" She asked shyly.

Re: Mingling

[notsaintkaiser.livejournal.com]

"...this is silly." Vivio said. Granted, Vivio was pretty good-natured over the whole oddball mission, yet... to be wearing the get up she was now? If she could, she'd be in her Barrier Jacket instead, not... this.

Re: Mingling

[hegemonstratos.livejournal.com]

Einhart however, was NOT good-natured over the mission at all. "What... why can't we have a normal mission?"

Re: Mingling

[sniff-my-dust.livejournal.com]

Pixie looked down at the outfit she'd dressed in and frowned.

And then she smiled. Garish as these were, they were way better than the plantsuits. Her wings did their perkly flapping thing as she followed the rest of her group, happy to have a sword - no matter how useless it would be. She wouldn't have access to her souldagger, so this would have to do, she supposed.

"This is so awesome," she said excitedly.

Re: Mingling

[changelingdude.livejournal.com]

"I know right?" Beastboy chirped with a big toothy grin, "This is totally like in Gorgnak the Barbarian!" He struck a few dramatic poses trying out his new outfit. the colors were purple and black playing nicely with his green skin.

Re: Mingling

[noneed-toworry.livejournal.com]

Dawn was dressed to impress, as she had chosen clothes that would look very similar to what Ash had worn when he had roleplayed the part of Sir Aaron. Piplup, however...

"I know you didn't wanna look like a clown again, but it was all they had in your size! No need to worry, okay Piplup?"

"Lup...Piplup!"

[ttly-shot-first.livejournal.com]

"You're kidding." Hey Han could look fashionable in anything but this was just really, really ridiculous.

"I feel like an Ewok."

[burntlikethesun.livejournal.com]

Rose eyed her blade with distaste. She didn't know much about swords, but even to her untrained eye, she could tell the weapon would be more effective as a bludgeon than as a cutting implement.

She spared Han a glance, her lips quirking up in amusement. "Short, furry, and surprisingly dangerous? There're worse things to be."

Re: Mingling

[j-y-d.livejournal.com]

The real trick here was finding something in his size. He ends up giving up on part of it, and could really care less about looking like a peasant with a tabard or something to sort of look vaguely knightish - mostly it looks like the costuming budget looked at a 6'8 wall of muscle and said 'oh fuck it', and sort of managed on a budget.

[everdistant_utopia]

There really wasn't much for Saber to do in terms of changing her clothing; she could have simply summoned her armour and been done with the whole affair. The problem was that she couldn't seem to summon it. In fact, she didn't seem to be able to draw on prana at all.

The King of Knights didn't panic, but this was going to make things considerably more difficult, especially with Excalibur and her Servant's abilities gone. And somehow, the weapons of choice didn't look very promising.

This was going to be a considerable challenge.

The Monks Chant/Bring Out Your Dead

[to-spamalot.livejournal.com]

Domus Sanctus In Nomine...
WHACK
Ire Sanctus Nomine...
WHACK

This decidedly strange procession was solemn as the group was gathered into the main courtyard of the main castle. At the end of it was a monk who wasn't hitting his face with a plank with a cross on it, carrying a jewel laden box in his arms.

The monk nodded gravely at the group. "Hello and salutations to you all," said the monk with a high pitched nasally voice. "I am Brother Biggus Dickus, and here is your task that we have called you all here for."

Opening the jewelled box, he reached into it and showed off a jewel encrusted egg-shaped item. "Our most sacred items of items, the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch, passed down from generation to generation. The ancient texts require a group of outsiders to come to our world, and bring a Holy Hand Grenade to its destination."

"Are there any questions?" asked the King, standing a good ten feet to the side of the box of Holy Hand Grenades.

Re: The Monks Chant/Bring Out Your Dead

[cow-abunga.livejournal.com]

"Those things go boom, right?" Cowabnga said, a not quite right grin on his face.

Re: The Monks Chant/Bring Out Your Dead

[hegemonstratos.livejournal.com]

Einhart blinked, looking over at the thing. "How... how does this world have hand grenades?"