The Lotion In The Basket

[Electric Revenge]

*I look over to where Arson is shouting to see Gear walking back with another killjoy. I'm still on the ground, waiting for my ankle to stop throbbing so much. I trust that Fail knows her diagnosis--I was never very good at figuring out ills--but I can still feel it hurt with every heartbeat. I guess I'm just going to have to take it easy.*

*Nevertheless, I slowly get to my knees while not making the pain worse in my ankle. I just want to grab my katanas and head underground to rest my ankle out of the 100 degree weather. I can always introduce myself later.*

[Funhouse Gear]

*Walking around the corner of the hangar, I stop in the shade. The others are all still there, though Electric's on her way out, still limping. I motion for Static to join me.* Hey, guys. This is Static. Static, this is Arson, Electric, Fail, Poison and his little sister Sarah, and over back there are Max and Red. Red doesn't talk, so don't be offended if she doesn't say hi. And our safehouse is right out there - *I point back outside, to the pile of rubble and half-hidden airplane door* - through that door and down a short tunnel. Someone buried a plane next to the runway years ago. PB and Jump are down there; they're twins, and Jump's our main medic.

[Arson Anthem]

(Does anyone mind if we move on? Seeing as Static hasn't replied...)

[Electric Revenge]

(I don't mind. Do we just move on then like nothing happened?)

[Arson Anthem]

(We do indeed. Static, if you get back online, please don't hesitate to rejoin the thread. We'll leave it open for your character to get back in )

*I look over my shoulder and shade my eyes with a hand, checking the sun's height above the horizon* It's getting rather late in the morning... and speaking of the twins, they'll probably be up soon. What say we head in? Anyone want to volunteer for watch? I don't mind taking it if no one else does.

[Poison Shot]

I would but I got to finish the research on that thing we found in the quick supply run. I'm almost done with it. It seems to be a list of names and stuff. Possibly a shipment and personel roster. Must be important if they went through so much trouble to block the data. But perhaps not, it was in that dumpster after all.. couldve been a mistake. We'll see.

[Arson Anthem]

Looking forward to hearing what you find out, then. *I bend down to pick up my jacket, doing my best to brush the dust off. One of the stitched-on letters is starting to come off the back, and I make a mental note to sew it back on.* Why don't the rest of you show Static around the plane, then, and I'll wait up top? Just bring me up some water and I'll be fine.

[Electric Revenge]

*I'm already halfway back to the plane as Gear introduces the new Killjoy. It's a slow go with my ankle, and by the time I get to the rock signaling the door, I'm exhausted and limping inside isn't going to be easy. I settle myself to sit on the rock, waiting for someone to help me out. THe ankle is hurting even more now. I should really learn to swallow my pride in situations like this.*

[petroleumblaster]

*I blink, suddenly awake. It feels like I've been asleep for a long time, longer than a night even. I sit slowly up, my shirt and pants a mess of wrinkles and folds. The plane is dark, but there seems to be natural light coming from somewhere...*

*I turn to check on Jump, who is on the cot next to the floor I was sleep on. Like hell if I'd get farther away from my twin than that. I call his name, but he doesn't respond. Frowning, I get up on my knees and look over, putting a hand on his arm to shake him. He's cold... oh shit*

[jumpstart]

*I wake up and the world's shaking like it's the end all over again. My abdomen quickly wakes me up with waves of pain and I look up into pb's face. When he sees my eyes he stops immediately and just looks at me for a second before sobbing into my shoulder*

*What the hell is going on and where are we?*

[jumpstart]

*I calm down after a few minutes and pull away. Jump tries to talk, but his voice is too hoarse. I quickly help him get a drink of water from my canteen and then I check his wound at his direction. I explain the awesome hideout we are now in and how much trouble it would have been to bury a plane underground. Jump nods and tries to push me away, mumbling something about more sleeping*

Oh, no you don't. I need the killjoy who actually knows something about medicine to see you first. And you need to eat something, bro.

*I try to straighten his hair a bit, noting that the purple dye is starting to fade. We've got to fix that too. I'm so happy Jump is alive I don't even care about how mad he is at me. Dang it, where is everyone else? I want to tell the world!*

[Funhouse Gear]

*I pull the plane door open, and see Electric sitting a short distance away, looking a bit worn out. I hope her ankle's not hurt too badly, and I glance around to see if Fail's nearby* You want some help in, Electric, or are you staying up here?

[Electric Revenge]

I think I'll just wait up here for a bit. The plane's starting to get a bit crowded, don't you think? Just some water will be alright for now. *I slide on my red-tinted goggles over my eyes, further proving my point.* I'll probably come down later when it's a bit quieter to rest.

[Funhouse Gear]

All right, suit yourself. Follow me, Static! *I wave her over, and lead the way down the short tunnel and into the belly of the plane. Our supplies are just inside the door and I pause for a moment to run a pair of canteens back up to the surface. I toss one to Arson, and hand the other to Electric with a smile* Here you are, m'ladies. If it gets too hot, just call down and someone'll take your places.

*Back down below, I barely have time to start explaining the buried plane to Static before PB catches my eye and I realize Jump's awake* Hold on, Static. This is our medic, Jump, and his brother PB. *I quickly cross to the cot, joining PB next to his twin's sickbed. Jump doesn't look too good... * Is he any better?

[Arson Anthem]

*I catch the canteen Gear throws me, and join Electric on the rock. The area quiets down quickly, and the runway's blurred by overlapping heat waves; I take a sip of water and screw the lid back on tightly. It's too hot to wear my jacket, but I keep it draped over my shoulders so I don't get burned. After a few minutes of silence, I speak up* So tell me again how you found this place? You said you tripped over the entrance, but this is a rather unlikely place to find a safehouse in the first place. Why'd you pick it? What brought you here?