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

[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.

[an-zero.livejournal.com]

You may want to avoid running anything over here.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

How about Officer Grady?

[an-zero.livejournal.com]

...Points for effort, but I don't think that's going to do it.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Just joking. . . . I'd need a bigger table, probably.

. . .

Did you get, um. New clothes, Mr. Zero?

[an-zero.livejournal.com]

No. This is my real body. I'm a machine again.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

W-What, really?!

. . .

Is it weird if I ask to feel it?

[an-zero.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but go ahead if you really want.

[He holds out a hand. His fingers will feel like skin, but everything black and red will feel like armor.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Ohh . . .

[Lucas oohs and ahhs a little as he slowly feels the Zero's arm.]

. . . And this is all completely made by humans?

[an-zero.livejournal.com]

Yeah, though I've no clue who made me.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

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

[an-zero.livejournal.com]

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

[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.

[an-zero.livejournal.com]

. . .

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

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

. . .

Sorry.

[an-zero.livejournal.com]

[Zero ruffles Lucas's hair and walks off.]

Work on your jokes a bit more, kid.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . Bye, Mr. Zero.

[Lucas fluffs his hair back into place and blushingly waves the man goodbye.]