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]

It feels just like the real thing. . . . Do you think it would work if I tried to heal you?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

I . . . don't know. It was made by the Mr. Saturns, so it might just be their strange technology . . .

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Um. Yes.

[The table settles down as Lucas helps Margot to sit more comfortable on top.]

It's nice when it's not smashing into things, isn't it?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Lucas digs out a paper towel from somewhere in his pocket. Dad always used to carry a handkerchief, but he has to settle for this.]

Would you like to blow your nose?

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

[She pokes at the top, inspecting it.]

This... is really weird, Lucas. Is this like a pet of yours or something..?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

W-What's wrong?! Did I say something wrong?!

[wybrows.livejournal.com]

Th... That's a bloody tea table! Galloping around!

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

I apologize on its behalf.

[princessoffrogs.livejournal.com]

[A peasant's tissue. It'll have to do, though.]

Thank you. That is quite kind of you.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

I feel like they'd probably see right through y -- Gaah!

[Lucas ducks himself as the branch falls away to the side. He decides not to ask, but makes a mental note to respect the teacup.]

. . . Can you hide other people this way, too?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Lucas looks a little more cheerful now that Yutaro's OK. He waves back as he disappears again.]

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, it's an innate power for my kind that can't be extended to others.

[an-zero.livejournal.com]

Maybe. We'll find out the next time I get myself into a mess.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

No, my pet is Boney, my dog. This is my tea table.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Um. Yes. It's designed to look like a Mr. Saturn. . . . I thought I just told you.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

You can, um. Keep it when you're done.

[The table is handling itself rather well now and Lucas turns his attentions fully to the girl.]

I'm sorry if you're disappointed, but I think I like it better as a table, anyway. My name is Lucas, by the way.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . I'm hoping that when I got back my Psychoshield, I can protect people from being brainwashed. Maybe I can help you then if you want to test it . . .

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

OK. Just let me know.

. . . Oh! I could ask my table to run you over right now if you'd like.

[princessoffrogs.livejournal.com]

A token, how lovely. Thank you. [This is said rather dryly and she looks the boy up and down.]

I am the Princess Pearl. It is a pleasure to meet you.

[an-zero.livejournal.com]

. . .

[resurrectinto.livejournal.com]

Oh, well. When you put it like that, I guess it makes sense.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

It's nice to meet you, too, Princess Pearl. Is there anywhere you'd like me to drop you off?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . That, um. Was a joke too.

. . .

Sorry.

[princessoffrogs.livejournal.com]

My house would be lovely, thank you. It is 459 Stone Street, if you please.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . Yup. It was a gift from some people I met called the Mr. Saturns.