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!

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[windmill.livejournal.com]

Lucas-?

[no time to get up again. he just sighs and prepares to let it run over him again.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

SCREEEEEEEECCCCCH!

[The Tea Table neighs for some reason as it suddenly freezes, sending Lucas hurtling off the top and bouncing right along towards the Netherlands. . . . Actually, it looks to be a direct score on the Netherland's face.]

[windmill.livejournal.com]

[oh thank g--

NEVER MIND. tackled in the face by Lucas.] SH-- [manages not to swear somehow and falls again.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Lucas finds himself in the awkward position of hugging Mr. Netherlands when he hadn't actually met to. Oh, well. More hugs are always good.

. . . ]

A-Are you OK?! Mr. Netherlands? I'm really sorry! Can you still talk?

[windmill.livejournal.com]

[Pats Lucas on the back.] M'okay, I think... Ow, my head...

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Without letting go, Lucas casts Lifeup Alpha. Then he rolls off.]

. . . It's just a little too enthusiastic, I think. But it's pretty cool, right?

[windmill.livejournal.com]

[feeling a lot better, he stands.] Ja, but... what exactly is 'it'?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

It's my tea table. I got it from the Mr. Saturns. It runs over monsters for me.

[windmill.livejournal.com]

None 'a that sentence made any sense t'me, but ... okay. [staring at it apprehensively.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

It's really nice if you give it a chance. . . . Would you want to go on a ride with me?

[windmill.livejournal.com]

...Will it throw us off?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

It's never done that on purpose. Just now, I, um. Hit you because I made it stop really fast.

[windmill.livejournal.com]

Got it. Well, okay. Let's see what this thing can do.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[As Lucas and the Netherlands get onboard, the table neighs. And takes off.]

Hold on tight! I'm gonna try and steer it now!

[windmill.livejournal.com]

[clutches at the sides of it, looking decidedly uncool.] Holy hell-!

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[clip clop clip clop clip clop
After a few moments of frenzied dashing, the table settles down to a more normal pace and Lucas turns around to smile at Mr. Netherlands.]

I like it better than a car since you can feel the wind. But it takes some getting used to, huh?

[windmill.livejournal.com]

[manages to catch his breath.] Yeah, it's... not so bad, actually.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[This makes Lucas smile even more. After a few more moments of galloping past houses, he speaks up again.]

Oh! Mr. Netherlands? Did anything strange happen to you yesterday?

[windmill.livejournal.com]

...Uh, yeah. Got locked in a hotel with Taiwan... [seems suddenly- uncharacteristically- embarrassed.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . Huh? Did something happen? I got stuck in a car with Kay. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, though.