Seventeenth PSI

[a_gentle_boy]

[Lucas has a package!  It is very large and it is wrapped up all nicely on his driveway, blocking the passage of any cars.  He wonders momentarily what he could have possibly gotten back until realizing that he only has one 'possession' that's shaped like this.  After spending about twenty minutes carefully removing it from its packaging, Lucas beams at the extremely odd . . . thing.]

Hi.  It's nice to see you again.

[With that, he gets on.  And is instantly dragged away.]

W-Wha . . . Uwahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!  S-S-Slowwww d-doooooown!

[He hangs on for dear life.
Mr. Saturn's Tea Table is rampaging around the town!  Lucas has forgotten how to control this thing and is liable to smash into anybody and everything.  It's a little smaller than a car and seats four.  Here is a picture although it's larger than that in canon.  Here is a video demonstrating it running things over.]

Sorry!  . . .   Ah, get out of the way! . . .   I-I'll heal you later . . . !   Tea Table!   You've got to calm down!

Comments

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . Sorry? I didn't really catch that . . .

[Enunciate if you're going to speak into the mud! Lucas reaches out a hand and sends a small shot of Lifeup in her direction.]

[wybrows.livejournal.com]

That's impossible.

[ Pause pause pause filled with anger. ] It's in Australia, stupid! And here I thought you might be smart.

[princessoffrogs.livejournal.com]

[This sadly makes more sense to her than the cars.

This is not going to stop the kid from STARING, though, what the heck.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Oh! . . . I. I must've been looking at it upside-down. Of course! Australia. I remember now.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Lucas calls out as he approaches, just in case.]

I'm sorry if you get hurt!

[wybrows.livejournal.com]

I-it's technically... Not in a map yet. 'Cause I've only just been recognised... But I'll be on there soon! Anyway, you're just a stupid liar.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

O-Oh.

You're right. I was lying. I don't remember reading about Wy at all . . .

[wybrows.livejournal.com]

... Hmph. [ Well, she's used to that. ] It's not like I care if you haven't heard of me. What's your name anyway?

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[She leaps to her feet, snarling and reaching for Lucas's neck. She stops suddenly, a look of surprise passing over her face]

Hey! I don't feel so horrible now!

[princessoffrogs.livejournal.com]

Ah!

[Deer in the headlights for a moment before flattening herself against a nearby fence.

This place is even stranger than she thought.]

Wh-what on earth..?!

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

[If that were anyone else on a sentient table, she would probably just head inside and call it a day.

Instead, she's going to chase after it and try to help out. Or something.]

I'll save you, just hang on!

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

My name is Lucas. And that really is my tea table.

[As he speaks, it goes galloping by in the other direction.]

. . . I should probably catch it sometime.

Permission to hop on when it loops around? XD;

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

*Shina just... sips tea and waves as Lucas flies past*

[crawlininmytome.livejournal.com]

[Ange bursts into golden butterflies before it comes in contact and re-materializes right on with Lucas.]

A-A tea table? What sort of regain is this?!

[an-zero.livejournal.com]

It seems pretty excited, whatever it is.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

It was really useful for running monsters over before. . . . Maybe not so much here.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Lucas is terrified by this and leaps back a few steps. Actually, he isn't exactly sure how weird alien bugs are supposed to behave, so he'd chalked up that horrible expression earlier as her neutral one, but this certainly didn't seem friendly.]

W-Wha? T-That's because I healed you . . .

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . It's my tea table! I think it needs exercise . . . !

[And away he goes. If Pearl sticks around, she might see Lucas coming back the same direction in about 5 minutes. Maybe they can have super short conversations every time he passes.]

[an-zero.livejournal.com]

You may want to avoid running anything over here.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . M-Miss Margot?

It's OK! I don't need sav -- Ack!

[A plastic bag flies into his face as he yells backwards.]

[princessoffrogs.livejournal.com]

[She will be because... moving table and that kind of looks like a lot of fun, minus the whole running rampant thing. It's a pity it's not a better behaved table.]

I-is it under a spell? Does a prince need kissing to turn it back to normal?

[Well she's a princess, that's what they do.]

Of course!

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Lucas waves back. He tries to say something, but it seems to be lost in the wind -- It sounds like he's saying something about tea, though.

If Shina is still there about 5 minutes later, she may see him coming back the same direction. Oh infinite looping Mayfield.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . A-Ah! How did you do that, Miss Ange?!

It's, um. It's helped me out a lot before.

Well, angry pretty much IS her usual expression

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[She's taken her hands away from the vicinity of your neck, preferring instead to examine them closely, rubbing her fingers across the bones. The spider legs retreat back into the Pak]

But with what?

\o/

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

*as it comes by, Shina nimbly leaps onto the table and grabs the edge to prevent herself from sliding off; all while keeping her teacup perfectly level and not spilling a single drop*