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

[tubeborn.livejournal.com]

< How long will this take, then? >

Oh please oh please oh please make this be over with swiftly.

[to-spamalot.livejournal.com]

Nope, sorry, this is going to make you all sort of goggle inside. "The old paths will take five days and four nights of travel, riding astride the ancient traditional mounts of the land."

A nebbish looking man to the side coughed. "I'm sorry sire but we're all out of ancient traditional mounts at this time."

King Edle looked at him quizzically. "Then what do we have?"

"Migratory Coconuts sire."

[notsaintkaiser.livejournal.com]

...five days and four nights, traveling. Using coconuts? Suddenly, she'd rather listen to Sherry all of a sudden...

...wait a second.

"Um, excuse me? Coconuts don't migrate." Vivio said. "They... don't even move by themselves."

[noneed-toworry.livejournal.com]

"Lup?"

Piplup cocked his head in confusion, while Dawn took a moment to listen before asking, "...When did coconuts start migrating? And, did they go north, south, east or west?"

[hegemonstratos.livejournal.com]

Einhart stared.

And blinked. And stared.

And very nearly facepalmed, in fact. But no real reason to do that. "How... coconuts?"

[tubeborn.livejournal.com]

< Coconuts are not migratory. >

He was rather sure of this and his tail twitched in annoyance.

[sniff-my-dust.livejournal.com]

"D-did I accidentally hit myself with my pixie dust?" Because, really, that made no sense. "Or is this a Cinderella-type deal with, like, coachmice and stuff?"

[to-spamalot.livejournal.com]

"A swallow could carry it," protested one of the squires.

"That's right, it could grip it by the husk!" added another.

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

"So.... Coconuts aside... This is going to take longer than with said traditional mounts... Can we sort of make the teams and make this less painful than it already is?" She asked a bit put off by the rising risk or ridiculousness to the situation.

[hegemonstratos.livejournal.com]

Einhart blinked. "Aren't... aren't they small birds?" she asked, before hearing what Ronnae said and shook her head.

[tubeborn.livejournal.com]

A pause. Mewtwo had to consider that.

< Swallows migrate to places that have coconuts? >

He hated to admit that he didn't know the answer.

< Even if they do, I also think they're too small to lift them. >

Unfortunately, he was getting caught up in the nonsense now instead of trying to keep pushing to finish this as quickly as possible. He eyed Einhart, wary of agreeing with her but... well. It was true.

[nokosi.livejournal.com]

Sure, he wasn't even facing in the right direction as they spoke and everyone kind of looked like a muddle of golds, whites and browns with all the matching equipment.

Still, he didn't know what everyone was complaining about. This was a bonafide adventure that they were going to be having, migratory coconuts aside. The extended stay wouldn't be too bad, though he was fairly sure his now-terrible vision was seriously going to impede all of his survival skills.

"Oh, I have a question!" He spoke up, rather loudly. "Are the migratory coconuts edible?" Might as well find out, just in case they would be forced to eat their 'mounts'. Fontaine seemed rather displeased with the turn of events.

[to-spamalot.livejournal.com]

"Sadly they're only husks," said the first aide as the second defended the coconut theory with a loud "It could grip it by the husk!"

"Although the air speed velocity of the swallow would have to be considerable," pointed out another aide.

[cow-abunga.livejournal.com]

"And we'd have to take into account just what KIND of swallow." Cowabunga added.

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

"I don't know much about birds." She added a bit put off. "Maybe our hunters could point out a good part of having said swallows."

[ttly-shot-first.livejournal.com]

"Can we get on with it?" asked Han Killjoy, obviously really happy to be here. "Forget about the...swallows and the coconuts and the...everything else. Let's just do what we're asked." Hey who wouldn't want to be part of his team.

[to-spamalot.livejournal.com]

"I do believe that he is correct," said King Edle, finally bringing the oddness to the end. Little did they know, the oddities had just only begun as a group of armed men trooped in, carrying things and such.

"Now then, for your sacred mission is at hand, and to prepare we have but a ritual we must commence. For it is said, that the glorious King of all men and women of this land, made court in a shining castle five days and four nights away from here. Gentlemen and Ladies, you are now the Knights of the ROUND TABLE."

He drew his sword, lifted it on high -- and musicians got into place. "Knights, I bid you welcome. Let us ride... to... CAMELOT!"

And that's when the singing and dancing began as a group of show girls piled out, and began to sing! (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JAUkAMJBBZs)

We're Knights of the Round Table,
We Dance When We Are Able,
We Do Routines,
With Chorus Scenes,
With Footwork Impeccable,
We Dine From Here In Camelot
We Eat Ham And Jam And Spam A Lot!

[j-y-d.livejournal.com]

This... makes no fucking sense. But they have a mission. And, at least he gets the grenade part. Grenades make sense. If they have them, or even one, this place could be worse. But the rest of this... is hard to follow.

Chase scratches his head, going back over some of what was said, about to get on with Han's suggestion, seemed to make sense, with just one thing remaining, as the song and dance number breaks out.

"Wait... who swallows?"

[sniff-my-dust.livejournal.com]

"I think they mean the bird," Pixie said after a beat. "Unless they mean for us to eat the coconuts. But that would make even less sense." Limbo made more sense than this, granted.

[j-y-d.livejournal.com]

Maybe it was the surroundings, maybe it was too much time twitting a certain stuffy Glass Walker back home, but it has to be said.

"The bird swallows? Is she English?"

[sniff-my-dust.livejournal.com]

"No, no. There's a kind of bird called swallow," Pixie corrected him. "An actual...it's a species of bird."

[j-y-d.livejournal.com]

"I think I've heard of that. Is it related to tits?"

[sniff-my-dust.livejournal.com]

"Uh. I don't...know?"

[j-y-d.livejournal.com]

"I'll have to check those out some time."

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

Ronnae blinked a few times, trying to follow the conversation to no avail. She huffed in annoyance before looking around. Maybe it wouldn't be such a long treck, they had experienced crew members and trackers, so she was sure they could manage it and more.

"So what now? Asides from grenades, swallowing, tits, coconuts...." Yeah this made no sense to her.