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

[windmill.livejournal.com]

[KNOCKED RIGHT OVER. good job.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Aaaah! Mr. Netherlands!

[Lucas! Actually succeeds in turning it around! . . . Except now it's coming right at you again. Oops.]

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[POW! Tak is tossed up and into your face. Duck!]

[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.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Lucas fails to duck.]

Aaaaugh! Ow! G-Get off my face!

[wybrows.livejournal.com]

[ Hit! She starts kind of bawwing. ]

W-watch where you're going, idiot!

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

AARAAAAAAAAHHGGH LET ME GOOOOOOO!!!!!!

[Her spider legs pop out of her pak and flail everywhere while she scratches at you like crazy]

[an-zero.livejournal.com]

[Zero swivels on his foot to avoid the tea table and just

watches.]

[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.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry! I forgot how to make it stoppppp!

[His voice fades as Lucas rides away into the wind. . . . Or something. About three minutes pass before he comes puffing and panting up the street, absent a tea table.]

A-Are. Are you OK?!

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Lucas . . . waves?

If Zero sticks around for five minutes, he might notice it coming back in the same direction.]

[wybrows.livejournal.com]

[ Stops crying quickly. She can't let anyone see that. ]

D-didn't hurt at all. But more importantly, you're lucky I'm not that angry over it or I would beat you up. What was that thing anyway?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

O-Oh. I'm sorry . . . It's my tea table.

[That thinks it's a horse.]

Are you sure you're not hurt anywhere? It didn't kick you too hard?

[wybrows.livejournal.com]

Tea table? Don't play around. What is it really?

[ She's a bit sore but she doesn't want to show any weakness. She stands up and stands confidently. ] Something like that couldn't hurt me. I-I'm the strongest country ever!

[an-zero.livejournal.com]

[Zero hops out of the way. Again.]

Are you okay, Lucas?

[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 . . . ?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

I'm fine! I think it's calmi mumble mumble

[Another minute before he comes back again.]

It's calming down! . . . Wait a few more l mumble mumble

[an-zero.livejournal.com]

[Zero is just going to stay put and watch. Lucas seems to have this under control.

Relatively speaking.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . It's really a tea table. It just . . . moves around a lot.

[His eyes brighten up at 'country'.]

So you're like Mr. Netherlands? Which country are you? I read a lot about all of the ones from his world.

[wybrows.livejournal.com]

Tea tables can't move, idiot. That's stupid.

You have? So you'll definitely know me. I'm the great Principality of Wy, of course. [ Except no one has heard of her. ]

[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]

[And after a few more laps around the street, Lucas finally slows down to a pace where Zero could probably follow comfortably alongside.]

I don't think anyone's ridden it in a long time, so it might be excited. . . . Actually, it's probably not really alive, but I like to think it is.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

This one does.

[Blink. . . . Lucas pauses. And thinks. And thinks. . . . Um. His face begins to grow red.]

O-Oh! Right. The one um. In the. Upper part of the . . . map?