WONK: the Chaos Reigns Players

[KilroyCD]

Carter! DB! Great to see you guys! MNC and Milo are okay, Teekay needs some help. It looks like a bullet hit a flask he had in his front pocket and the impact apparently bashed it into his McNuggets. He's in quite a lot of pain, but he'll be okay. He may want us to replace his flask though.
I might need a few stitches for this graze wound though. Nothing bad, but it may make swinging a cricket bat a bit difficult for a while...

 

[carter]

MNC, it's good to see you! I'm glad to see Milo with you! Hello, lad!

Is Kilroy injured? He seems to have lost his loquacious tongue.

Teekay, DB has you well in hand. Sorry about thise tantacles, old boy.

Let's get inside, shall we?

 

[Diamondback]

Okay, Teekay's headed off to sickbay, Milo's--Milos plural?--home OK... We need to come up with a plan to rescue Samantha and deal with an incoming hit-team, but first, we need to rest. Anybody else on for a sedative of the alcohol-based variety?

 

[carter]

Kilroy! You can speak! Delightful!

Tea for everyone. Withers!

And some scones! No! Not those!
Some from the mess I think.

 

[MrNewportCustom]

It's good to see you, too, Carter. Good to be back. I don'tknow how Milo got back to me after having left on the landing craft, but he's a good kid. Very resourceful. Damned good with a gun, too! Who is he?


Lee

 

[carter]

Two Milos? Hmmm...that is a problem. They do appear to be quite identical.

DB, please escort both Milos to separate quarters and place under guard. Then rejoin us.

Have a seat gentlemen.

 

[KilroyCD]

Did I hear that Red, uh, I mean Samantha is missing? You know, I could use a wee dram of Scotch in my tea, sir.

 

[MrNewportCustom]

DB. I'm up for a sedative of the beef-based variety. What have you got around here? *heads to kitchen*

Scones! Ugh!

 

[KilroyCD]

DB. I'm up for a sedative of the beef-based variety. What have you got around here? *heads to kitchen*

Scones! Ugh!

I'll have my batman, Lo Phat take care of that for you. Lo Phat! Kindly get that Prime Rib I have in the icebox, will you? MNC, how would you like it cooked?

 

[carter]

(DB leads Milos from the room)

MNC, hold on a moment. I have some vodka and beef bullion right here. It's just the thing. Also pepper, worchester, celery, salt, whatever you need.

Yes, Kilroy, Sam is not present. We're looking for her now.

 

[Diamondback]

*escorts both Milos to "secure quarantine area" in Hangar 18, sets security systems on "nonlethal incapacitate" for each suite*
"We'll figure out which of you gentlemen is the real deal tomorrow. Can I get you something to drink before I go back?
Both Milos, in stereo: "Martini, please."

*quickly prepare two standard martinis, deliver to Milos and secure them in separate quarters, then grab a couple beers for PFY--the expensive stuff--mix self a gimlet in thermos and dash back to HQ*

PFY, nice job--worth the good stuff, I'd say... *hand over brewskis, then open thermos*

Whew!

 

[MrNewportCustom]

Thank you, Kilroy. Medium is fine. And a nice selection of condiments, there. Vodka and beef bullion? You making soup? Ha! Just kidding.

Who's Sam?


Lee

 

[carter]

Ah, DB, just in the knick of time.

Sam is my daughter, MNC. It's a long story.

Does everyone have a beverage?

Gentlemen, I propose a toast....

Kilroy, why are you gazing up into the sky?

 

[KilroyCD]

You know, now that the adrenaline rush is wearing off, I could use a nap. I have dibs on that comfy chair!

 

[MrNewportCustom]

Before we start eating and sleeping. . . *pulls out flask* Nip of brandy, gentlemen? *takes a drink*

Daughter, eh? Can't be that long of a story. I know how babies are made.


Lee

 

[Diamondback]

I dunno... *glances out window, notices fuel and ammo trucks servicing Blackout* ahh, there's what I was waiting for... Doesn't seem right, machine or not, to leave the one who's done so much of our heavy-lifting out...

 

[carter]

Kilroy....Kilroy....are you sleeping? What's out that window? Kilroy.....hmmm. no messages getting through.

Gentlemen, shall we? (raises glass)

 

[MrNewportCustom]

*raises flask*

 

[MrNewportCustom]

Give her a drink of Hi-Test in the morning, DB, and join us in a toast. Or get her some ethyl. [voice=Groucho]If you can't get ethyl, get Mabel.[voice]


Lee

 

[Diamondback]

*PFY and I raise beer and thermos, Blackout raises fuel-line--and entire right side--via right main landing-gear*

So what are we drinking to?