GESB: Operation Cocoa Puffs

[Darth Revan]

Thordon branches off from the group and walks around watching the humans. He, ever so often, rubs his sides where his other arms normally are. An attractive female approaches him, "You all right?"

"I'm sorry?"

"You're rubbing your sides like your hurt."

"Oh. No. Just getting used to not having something there."

"Kidney donor?"

"Sorry, 'Kidneys'?" Thordon gives the woman a confused look

She laughs and responds, "Yeah, kidneys, you know, filters urine, hurt's a **** when you're hit there."

Thordon assumes it's a normal part of human physiology and plays along, "Oh, right. Sorry," shaking his head he continues, "Yeah, you guessed it. My girlfriend needed it."

"Your girlfriend? Oh, shame." With that she walks away.

Thordon rushes over to Myitt who was gathering her food which were now bagged, "I think I may have offended someone." He senses Mar's presence and sees his new vessel, "Ah, made your choice?"

[Gaz]

Fletcher laughed. "That lady over there? I wouldn't worry about, pal. Thought she had a chance with you."

"Always thought I would like peace and quiet," Gaz said. "But this...this is too quiet. Not used to it."

[Chad32]

Temrash noticed Mar and kept an eye on him. Myitt was obviously annoyed by him, and it was rubbing off on Temrash. Or maybe it was just that all kinds of people were staring at Temrash, and he was trying to avoid them, so he unconsciously decided to make Mar his scapegoat and be annoyed at the guy. He needed a more suitable form. He went to Ardiss with thenewly bought snickers bar, and gave it to her.

"I got you something sweet to eat."

[Darth Revan]

Thordon held his head up in rediscovery, "Oh, of course." He lowers his head and slowly shakes it. "I've been in a relationship for far too long. I can't even flirt anymore."

[Myitt]

Myitt ignores everyone, too distracted to think about conversation.  "Where's Breekan, and where'd Temrash go?" she says, squinting through the aisles.  "I just want to go.  I hate being around so many unsuspecting people.  It's making me itchy."

[Darth Revan]

Thordon asks of Myitt, "Where are we off to now?"

[Myitt]

"Well, we need to get these groceries onto the ship," Myitt says, still distracted.  "And then I guess we'll have to find out of Cutter can find a way back home, or at least something like it."

[Breekan1]

Soon after entering the store, Breekan begins to gaze at the movements of its citizens. They amble through rows, driven by instinct, signs or shiny wrappers. Haggard mothers coral mobs of children on leashes, a few confused wanderers seem lost and refuse to admit it. A voice interupts his thoughts. "Sir, could you get down from there?" He looks down. He has absent-mindedly climbed on top of a neat stack of bright red tin cans. He tries to cover his teeth with his holo-lips.

"Oh, sorry, sir!"
"ahem" The clerk does not look amused. Breekan tries to remember the human word for "ma'am."
"Sorry, uh, she-sir." He climbs down gently, not disturbing a single can. The clerk grumbles off angrily. He sighs. He tracks down Myitt and Mar. "Well, no wonder the place is so clean," he muses. "They've got androgens standing guard everywhere."

[Myitt]

Myitt leans over to Breekan, putting an arm around his thin alien shoulders.  "My dear friend Breekan."  She smiles.  "Where the hell have you been!" she snaps in his ear, out of breath.  "We need to go.  Right now."

She leads him to the door, pushing the cart of groceries, and gestures to the rest of their little band.

[Chad32]

Temrash and Ardiss regroup with everyone. "My contacts are a bit busy, so they can't get a ride over the ocean just now. I suppose we could see some sights while we wait.

<Any nature parks?> Jagill said.

"Maybe some place with trees and shade."

[Darth Revan]

Thordon comments, "It feels this temperate climate is too hot to sustain much forestry. However, as this is a different planet, the trees may have different characteristics than mine."

[Myitt]

"Why don't I just take you to your contacts?" Myitt offers.  "We can't afford to wait around any longer than necessary.  As I'm sure you're aware, this is a very dangerous planet for many reasons."  She glances at Thordon.  "Although there are some forests here, close to the cities."  She pushes the cart around the side of the building, back to the dumpster where Cutter had hid his gun.  She pulls the lid shut on it and starts setting bags on top of the lid, five total.  She then laboriously hoists herself up onto the dumpster and sets the bags up on the roof.  It takes some stretching, since Tara isn't the tallest person, and one of the bags nearly falls, but she manages to get them up.  "Okay.  Now how the hell are we going to get up there?"  She jumps up and grabs the edge of the roof, but slips back down.  "Damnit," she hisses, waving her scraped hand.  "My arms are still a bit worse for wear.  Stupid.  Should've thought of this before..."

[Chad32]

"We'll find a way." Temrash said and jumped up to the ledge. He then lowered his arm to hoist Tara up. "Don't worry about the blade. I know how to move people without cutting them. We can then move closer to California, where Christine is from."

[Myitt]

Myitt grins up at Temrash as he drops the hologram and extends Jagill's Hork-Bajir arm.  "Thanks, I tend to have rather bad luck with those blades," she says, grabbing his hand and letting him help her up onto the roof.  She brushes herself off and looks down at everyone.  "I can't risk bringing the ship down, so you'll have to climb up here.  Can you all do that? Jagill and I can help." 

She turns sharply to Temrash as he mentions California.  "Oh, no.  No, no, no, not California.  That's the absolute worst place for us to be.  Do you have any idea how many...how many enemies are zipping around the west coast of North America?"  She lowers her voice, glancing down at the edge of the roof.  "We can't give her a chance like that."  Of course she means Ardiss.

[Chad32]

"Well I'm sorry. That's where Christine is from. Unless we move her somewhere that she's less likely to be discovered. And stop being so worried that she's going to run off."