Rick Sanchez

The Travellers

Holding the magazine at his side, Sucker shoved his free hand hand in a pocket and chewed the inside of his cheek. He leaned over to look at Ved's artwork, and unable to discern anything from it, looked back to the mercenary.

"What about?" He began walking towards his tent--sectioned off a bit to the side, because Sucker was ever the wallflower--and slipped the goods under a blanket.

He called over his shoulder, "Did I do something?", before turning back to his elders.

@hagroden

ants in my eyes johnson

The world was blurring, the grainy textures in the table (what wasn't shadowed by her head) melting into an array of fantastic colors--greens and purples and blues. Lots and lots of blues. Her island was coming back into focus, though distant and obscured every two seconds by navy waves.

As her body became lighter and she lost her sense of balance, Summers was rather suddenly swimming. There wasn't much of current; land was growing closer by the second. The current was pulling her in.

Tiki Bar, Ahoy!

"Ssss--"

What.

"Ssssstatic."

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"Snrrrrrkkk--murr?"

Summers groaned into the table, a silent 'fuck off' muffled by the laminated fiberboard in her face. She batted weakly at Tixhol--missing, she couldn't see what she was doing--she'd get that girl yet. Damn lizard and her damn sharpies....

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Vaguely aware that a conversation was going on around her, she drifted in a dreamy sea of thoughts. Having only eaten bits and pieces of her burger, she was still hungry; she'd like to see if that bar sold anything besides coconut concoctions. This was a dream after all, so maybe she'd be able to imagine herself a pizzeria.

A rapping from elsewhere rattled the shore just as she crawled onto a coast-line boulder, and her island blurred out once more--she had been so close this time! Feeling a little bit murderous, Summers roused slowly and put a hand on the table to steady herself when she sat up.

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"Eeeey Mama," She wiped and an eye and yawned, then turned towards the person to blame for her state of consciousness with a withering glare, eyes like a lamprey's mouth.

Charro, all copper and olive tones, had put on the cocky guise of a 1970's, pompadoured John Travolta, and was directing that grin towards her. So, flirt mode. Payback could wait, it's better when they're not expecting it anyways--this was a rare opportunity to play.

She returned with her own lopsided grin, the rows of teeth in her eyes softening into a Babushka doll of yellow and orange hearts, and winked. "Well then, coppa', better get the handcuffs."

The Travellers

@Billsomething I know it's pretty damn funny.

@Aphelion I'm cool with it, I figured it was all comedic relief. It's not like Sucker's a six year old. It's pretty much ran its course, anyways, it's nice to see some plot progression.

There's no Safety in this Unknown World (Crossover RP)

"Oh, heh, yeah. I hear you, man." Mort looked away and thought back to all the times his teammates had sent an withering look his way, how he'd always been last to get his coffee in the morning, how easy it'd been for them to leave him--it was very hard being second (or in his case, fifth) best. It hurt, but not as much as the self-loathing that coiled in his chest at the memories.

But he smiled kindly for Tails anyway, hoping he'd cheer up, and pulled out the bag of Doritos from his satchel and popped them open. He held out the bag with one hand in offering to the younger.

"It's not easy when you're still figuring everything out. It gets better." He wasn't sure, but it sounded good.

@Blackmist16

The Travellers

@Billsomething Yo dude, I think after Ved took the mag and flipped through it he gave it back to Sucker. So snatching it back wasn't necessary--you may wanna edit that post. Just a heads up. :9

The Travellers

The teenager twitched a brow in interest. Why the hell was Cash keeping his drugs in the trunk? Why was he hiding the pretty girls under the drugs instead of the other way around?

"Well, if the girls wanna see it, they can just ask. But okay."

He turned to hoard the magazine with his stashes of (largely inedible or out of date) snacks, when a metallic hand stole his sweetheart away. He looked up at Ved, betrayed, and breathed in relief when the armored merc returned it. The meaning of the sock comment didn't escape Sucker and he shook his head vehemently, embarrassed; no, certainly not. He didn't even own socks.

@hagroden@Billsomething

There's no Safety in this Unknown World (Crossover RP)

Mort followed his finger to the two who were making a racket earlier, and nodded, then slid in to allow Tails to occupy the seat when the Mobian decided to move. "I'm fine with that, go ahead."

"Independent, huh?" Mort gave a soft laugh, because that reminded him of things he'd been told before. Tails didn't sound very old for needing to learn self-sufficiency, however, and the Mort raised an eyebrow. "How old are you?"

"I'm from Earth 80...69, I think. Or at least that's the number they told us when they were setting up S.P.R.E.A.D. It's like regular Earth, but with a nasty war going on. I figured I'd take a long vacation until mutants and humans figure their stuff out." He laughed weakly, and ran a hand through his dreads, the metal beads of which clinked together at the movement.

@Blackmist16

The Travellers

Sucker wasn't a fan of being touched without his permission, so when Cash ruffled his mop-top of hair he jerked his head back but grinned his thanks anyways. He wasn't a fan of being bookended by taller people, either, and jumped from his perch on the jeep's floor and stood to the side of the two men.

"Sure thing, look at this one," He pointed to the picture of his crush, Ms. Sideboob & Stockings, and tilted the mag so Spencer could see. "Is that appropriate?"

@Erklings25@Billsomething

There's no Safety in this Unknown World (Crossover RP)

@Blackmist16 Was workin' on it, sorry. Posted!

There's no Safety in this Unknown World (Crossover RP)

From somewhere on the shuttle, a rough-voiced man was shouting to himself, and Mortimer looked quickly before swallowing hard and looking back to the fox with a nervous smile. That was Deadpool--he knew who he was, he'd seen him on the news plenty of times. Vigilante hero, and if he recognized Mort as Toad, it could be problematic.

Hopefully, he either wouldn't bother with a inadequate terrorist or he'd be from another timeline, and the version of Mort there would either be non-existent or look completely different. He really hadn't wanted to run into people from his dimension here--especially heroes--but he supposed he could keep his hood up and lay low.

He returned his attention to Tails as quickly as he could and gave out a winding, self-deprecating reply.

"That's real cool, man, that kind of stuff--I fixed a jeep and my teammate's automag, before, but nothing like that." Mortimer used a webbed hand when he talked to emphasize his point, then paused.

"Uh...human, just mutant. I'm Mort." He held out aforementioned hand to the other to shake. "Mind the claws. What're you, a fox right? Where from?"

@Blackmist16