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

[princessoffrogs.livejournal.com]

[Shouting at him as they go by.]

But I am a princess, I may be able to help!

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

You can kiss it if you want but I don't --

[Dum de dum hey look it's coming back around from the opposite direction this time and a little sooner at that.]

I don't think it would turn into a prince it'd probably turn into a horse if it turned into anything all.

[princessoffrogs.livejournal.com]

[Pearl is enough of a derp to fully believe that she can turn this table into a prince -- or a horse. With the way things are going, she'll take what she can get.]

Well hold it still! I cannot get close enough if it is moving!

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

I'm trying! . . . I'm circling it around and I think it's slowing down!

[A few more laps and the table is down to a walking pace.]

[princessoffrogs.livejournal.com]

[Pearl is scurrying after it. When she's in range, she leans down... misses. Moving target, okay.

Tries again.

Kiss!]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[ . . . And the table stops completely! It turns to face Pearl. Atop, Lucas wonders momentarily if it will really turn into a horse. Prince. Horseprince.]

. . . . . . . . .

[Bending its front down, the table tries to flip Pearl up onto it.]

[princessoffrogs.livejournal.com]

[Lands on top. Really confused.

Usually, at least from what classes have said, she would be in the arms of a prince. Instead, she's on top of a sentient table with another kid.

Not cool.

She is going to cry.]

I really am not a princess here!

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[The table is off again. Lucas turns around and tries to pat the girl consolingly]

. . . Oh, please don't cry. Y-You're still a princess! You just . . . don't have your kingdom here.

[princessoffrogs.livejournal.com]

[That really doesn't help.]

B-b-but he should have turned into a prince! ...Or a horse! Something!

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

I don't think it was cursed in the first place, though . . . I got it from a bunch of walking heads with big noses.

[princessoffrogs.livejournal.com]

...That does not make it any better!

[But she's stopped crying, at least. Have pathetic sniffling instead.]

[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?

[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]

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.

[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.

[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?

[princessoffrogs.livejournal.com]

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

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

OK. I think I've got it under control now.

[Lucas leans forward and holds on to the sides of the flat table. Somehow or another, he manages to steer the thing now.]

Are you new to Mayfield, Princess? I don't think I've seen you around before . . .

[princessoffrogs.livejournal.com]

I am quite new, yes.

[Settling delicately onto the tabletop, adjusting her hair ribbons.]

It was only yesterday morning that I awoke in this dreadful place.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

And has anyone explained everything to you yet?

[clip clop clip clop it's going at a steady pace now.]

[princessoffrogs.livejournal.com]

I have received some information from the man who is to be my father, but beyond that, not much else.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

OK. I can tell you anything you want to know, then. You've heard about drones and brainwashing and getting stuff back and things like that?

[princessoffrogs.livejournal.com]

Ah, a little bit... We have had everything taken away and must 'earn' them back, correct? And the drones they are... the natives to this place? Is that right?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Yes, that's right. And if you're not careful, Grady can get ahold of you and drone you.

[princessoffrogs.livejournal.com]

What do you mean by 'drone me?'