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]

U-Uh. A lot. A lot lot.

[wybrows.livejournal.com]

Well... I might help with some... But I'll teach ya how to paint really well so you can do it on your own. I'm a really busy person, you know.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

If you can do that, I'd really appreciate it. Do you want to look at some of my drawings to see if it's worth trying to teach me?

[wybrows.livejournal.com]

Of course. That's the only way I can tell what direction you need to go in.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Alright, then. I'll bring some around the next time I see you, Wy.

[wybrows.livejournal.com]

Sounds good.