The Flying Bullets, Playground 1 Options

[Colonel Mustard]

The Flying Bullets

Sam Gorrose

The massive walls of haven were high enough to blot out the sun, the ancient structure creaking and groaning as it warmed in the rising sun. The entrance to the stadium, once a place that bustled with activity as thousands of fans came to support their team, had been replaced by a gate made of scrap bolted together, able to be lifted by an old car engine when the men guarding it so willed.

Sam Gorrose, followed by Aiden and Karelia, smiled as he saw the stadium.

"Here we are, Haven," he announced triumphantly to his two travel weary companions. "I told you we'd make it in the end, didn't I?"

[jack cloudy]

OOC: Ok, I'll pull off a quick timeskip. Tell me if you don't agree anywhere.

Jonathan

"For a walking stick, anything will do. There is a piece of the stairs' handrail right over there. That will work. As for the lawnmower, the only thing I need is the engine, but I'd rather take it apart myself. Don't want to mess up the transmission by accident." Jonathan muttered as he eyed the bottle.
"Err...I think I've had my daily dose of alcohol for the day. Sorry."

About an hour later, they were standing at the crossroads where Jonathan left his machine, together with the lawnmower that had been found in a small shack in the backyard.

"So, uh...what's this?" Lexie asked as she looked at the awkward contraption with a frown. Jonathan pushed up his sleeves and got to work on separating the lawnmower's engine from the frame.
"This, milady, is my loyal companion. The invincible super robot of absolute awesomeness, FRIGERIZER Z!!!!" He answered with a mad cackle.

"Ahem, this shouldn't take too long. I've done these kind of repairs before. We should be underway in a moment. Oh, while I'm at it. Maybe I should bolt on an extra seat. And a cup-holder, maybe a weird spinny bit. Oh, how about a microwave oven?" He rambled on, already eyeing the streets.
"Oh no, just fix the engine so we can go. You know I can't let you run around, digging through junk with that leg of yours!" Lexie objected.
"Spoilsport."

True to his word, they were underway soon enough and about to reach Haven after just a short trip. Unfortunately, it had taken a bit of effort and time on Lexie's part to fully dissuade Jonathan from ripping apart a carwreck in search of an extra seat, so the sun was long down by the time they reached the gates.


OOC: I figured she'd rather not spend hours sitting out there in the open while a mad professor is building a limousine/tank/mobile health hazard A-team style.