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]

Records, you mean? . . . Like some of the things we found in Westport. Do you think they'd leave that somewhere where we could get at it?

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

Well, who can say for certain without investigating the building?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

That's true. But maybe once we do, we'll find that it's completely hollow and made of cardboard.

[The tea table is taking a steady pace now, much more normal. Lucas doesn't seem to notice.]

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

... we could discuss it all day and not figure out what's inside without actually investigating.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Oh, well. We can talk about something else than, if you'd like.

[Lucas's imagination had jumped to a building filled with omelets just now.]

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

Hm? I didn't realize that was of interest to you. Well, then, what else do you believe could be in the building?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Ome -- Oh. I'm not sure. I feel like since it's guarded so securely, it could be that there's something important hidden inside, like you say. Or maybe . . . Maybe there's somewhere important it leads.