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]

Owowowowowowow please get offffff!

[Lucas flails around in response until he finally falls flat on his back. Still on the table, though. It's galloping towards the closest tree now.]

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

RRRAAARRRGH!!

[She is way too rage-mode to even notice what you're saying and is swinging the Pak's legs in on you, when the table charges into the tree. A low-lying branch smacks her directly in the face, and she does a little spin around it before she crashes into the ground, limbs robotic and organic alike splayed everywhere.]

Argh!

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Lucas sobs quietly to himself for a few seconds before healing himself and rolling off the table to thud on the ground.]

Ergh . . . Are you OK . . . ?

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[For a moment, all you hear is a snarl. Then, shakily, she raises her head of the ground, the most horrifying expression of fury twisted into her facial features. The a wet pop sounds, and her head drops back down.]

When my bones knit, you're dead.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . Sorry? I didn't really catch that . . .

[Enunciate if you're going to speak into the mud! Lucas reaches out a hand and sends a small shot of Lifeup in her direction.]

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[She leaps to her feet, snarling and reaching for Lucas's neck. She stops suddenly, a look of surprise passing over her face]

Hey! I don't feel so horrible now!

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Lucas is terrified by this and leaps back a few steps. Actually, he isn't exactly sure how weird alien bugs are supposed to behave, so he'd chalked up that horrible expression earlier as her neutral one, but this certainly didn't seem friendly.]

W-Wha? T-That's because I healed you . . .

Well, angry pretty much IS her usual expression

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[She's taken her hands away from the vicinity of your neck, preferring instead to examine them closely, rubbing her fingers across the bones. The spider legs retreat back into the Pak]

But with what?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Lucas refrains from launching into his usual questions about chimeras, backing up another step instead.]

With my PSI. Like this.

[Whoosh. Lucas is glowing now.]

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

I see. It seems pretty useful. Maybe I won't destroy you.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

It is useful. And, um. I think I'd like it better if you didn't destroy me. Or the table.

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

The what now?

[That's what ran into her?]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Oh. It's really nice usually, I promise.

[The table comes back around now and stops in place next to Lucas.]

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[she just gives it a contemptuous look]

stupid people-ramming table.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

I apologize on its behalf.