HOLY CRAP!! (I just manage to grab onto the nearest railing. I see Roark doing the same.)
(Unable to grab onto anything in time, the blob creature sails through the air and splatters just above Roark's head.)
Oog, I hate it when this happens, yes I do... (He says, looking around him.) So how is everyone today?
"Hey, least I didn't lose all my artistic talent when I crash landed in the arena here."Meanwhile, Bodega stands with her back to a wall, grabbing some pipes with all four of her arms to stabilize herself as the ship rocked around. It was then she caught a glance of the blob critter sailing around the place.
"Oh, ah'm just doin' swell over here, Bruno; swell, Ba-ba-ba-bruno! Still ain't had my breakfast bar yet, so whoever's responsible for this is gonna get flakken' plaster-plastered! ...Anyways, how are y'all?"
Those sell-by-dates won't stop me because I can't read!Plastered like I am now! Haha! (Bruno snickers from his spot on the wall. He begins to slowly ooze back into his salamander-esque shape right there on the wall.)
I could be better right this second! (I say to Bodega. I can't help but envy those three who aren't having to hold on to anything.)
How are you even doing that? (I ask Venny and Jotaro.)
Edited by kablammin45 on Aug 16th 2018 at 5:00:22 AM
"Hey, least I didn't lose all my artistic talent when I crash landed in the arena here."Well, that's one answer... (I say, turning to Venny.) How about you?
(Bruno has regained his usual form and slowly slides down the wall until he is sitting on top of Roark's head. Roark looks sad (and doesn't care that the Elcatotian is now sitting on his head) because he knows his cruiser is probably history.)
"Hey, least I didn't lose all my artistic talent when I crash landed in the arena here."The blinking dot on the radar is now solid. The surface is getting closer. The flames around the ship are getting more intense. There's more debris, but now it's coming from the side instead of the front.
Frank orients the ship so the debris now comes from the top. It'll make the next step easier.
Edited by WilliamRadarStorm on Aug 16th 2018 at 5:56:56 AM
The possum is a potential perpetrator; he did place possum poo in the plum pot.Tilt was holed up in the wrecked control room with a firm grip on his pen and a gnashed set of teeth. Getting to the core of the action was going to be its own challenge, to say nothing of what would be in store afterwards.
He looked at the Varrq peppered around the ground near him. Three had gone motionless by now, and one was better left unwatched. There was one close to the initial blast zone, however, that he caught a quick twitch of the leg from.
Tilt did a double take. The leg stretched outward, and he braced himself.
The bug let out a bloodcurdling screech, echoing far past the boundaries of the room. Another set of drones from the area came rushing to the hole in the wall, but Tilt had disappeared, slipping back through the door to the stairs.
From the roof, he caught a glimpse of a boxy, small-yet-massive craft barreling through the air above, surrounded by a stream of bluish smoke trails.
He knew that jalopy anywhere. There you go, honey, right on cue, he thought. Cavalry's here.
oh, that's why I need this binary mind // ⌘The surface is getting closer. Now we've definitely entered the atmosphere.
3...
The surface is getting closer. Now we're below cruising altitude.
2...
The surface is getting closer. Now the people below are just barely visible.
1...
The surface is getting very close indeed.
NOW!
Frank pulls the ship up, now facing the site of the explosion. Because momentum is still a thing, the ship still drops for a bit, but upward thrusting quickly puts an end to that. He flies closer to the rig, and surveys the nearby land for a safe landing site.
He turns the intercom back on.
If you need to puke, do it now.
Edited by WilliamRadarStorm on Aug 16th 2018 at 11:03:35 AM
The possum is a potential perpetrator; he did place possum poo in the plum pot.Despite his efforts in resisting the g-forces, Kristoph was still affected pretty bad and stood up unsteadily.
"Let me just...take my equipment..."
He began teetering toward the medbay, which doubled as his own armory.
Timers to measure time, thermometers to measure thermomets, mometers to measure mom, and measuring containers to measure measurements.Formia falls face first. She doesn't like the sudden acceleration. I'll never get used to this.
After she gets up again, she looks outside the nearest window, ready to see what the planet looks like.
Edited by CyberController on Aug 16th 2018 at 9:33:59 AM
Just made a server on discord.Come join me.Greg was holding onto a pillar for dear life. It was the first time for him riding a spaceship like this, and he didn't know transportation could go so fast...
I think I'm going to be sick, he thought. And as soon as Frank announced the ship's landing, he did just that.
Edited by MvflG on Aug 17th 2018 at 9:37:57 PM
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Formia decides to go to the front of the ship, after hearing Becka's voice on the intercom.
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