Starways to Hell

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Peter
slides into the car and slides to the middle seat and snuggles back up
against Kraglin and to relax as they head back. He took kraglins hand on
his and starts rubbing along his palm and wrist knowing it calmed and
relaxed him.

Kraglin just sat there, making low growling-type noises. It was crazy – the bloated feeling he had seemed to be getting better now. Just a bit at least.

Carlos drove them home, still feeling kind of jittery and paranoid. They’d made a bit of a scene – did that mean someone was going to come after them? God, he hoped not. Or if someone was, they come after Yondu and the boys left. Can’t confront about aliens with no aliens around…

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No? What does that mean?

It essentially means that if you sit watching something that takes a long time, like watching a pot of water boil, your perceived passage of time extends to almost excruciating lengths.

Kinda like how if you try to cook food the microwave seconds seem longer than normal seconds?

Exactly.

Hm. But then how’re we gonna know when the pod pops and stop the timer?

Hm, good point… man, if only I had a high-speed camera so that I could go frame by frame…

*max pokes the pod lightly with a stick* or we could just,, watch it?

Yeah… hey, don’t poke it – you might accidentally puncture it.

*max looks carlos dead in the eyes and pokes it again, rasing his eyebrows*

*eyebrows raised* Well, you’re a little ball of defiance, aren’t you?

I am f u e l e d by spite.

Hah! That explains a lot about you, buddy.

Just about everything I do is out of spite. They told me I couldn’t wear a hoodie all summer. I’m doing it anyway.

Oh yeah? You ever heard of heat stroke? *Carlos was just teasing him of course*

Yeah.

Okay… wearing a hoodie increases that chance. You’re drinking lots of water, right?

Yeah. I don’t wear it to sleep though.

Okay. Make sure to drink so you don’t get exhausted and all that. *he looks into the pot of water*

Yeah, yeah. Is it gone?

It’s shrunken a bit… it must’ve broke someplace already.

Cool. How long was that?

Just over three minutes. That was quick… *concerned face*

Let’s try it with clean- or semi-clean water and see how long it takes to compare

Alright. Let’s see… does the scum look like it’s thinned out any?

*he picked some scum up with a stick* I don’t think so,,

Huh… stir it in? See how it is?

*he stirred the scum in* nothin’

Huh… interesting. Alright then. Let’s go dump this behind the mess hall, then head inside for the control. *he stood up*

K. *he stood up and tossed the stick to the side*

*Carlos picked up the pot and nodded to Max.* Okay – let’s go.

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No? What does that mean?

It essentially means that if you sit watching something that takes a long time, like watching a pot of water boil, your perceived passage of time extends to almost excruciating lengths.

Kinda like how if you try to cook food the microwave seconds seem longer than normal seconds?

Exactly.

Hm. But then how’re we gonna know when the pod pops and stop the timer?

Hm, good point… man, if only I had a high-speed camera so that I could go frame by frame…

*max pokes the pod lightly with a stick* or we could just,, watch it?

Yeah… hey, don’t poke it – you might accidentally puncture it.

*max looks carlos dead in the eyes and pokes it again, rasing his eyebrows*

*eyebrows raised* Well, you’re a little ball of defiance, aren’t you?

I am f u e l e d by spite.

Hah! That explains a lot about you, buddy.

Just about everything I do is out of spite. They told me I couldn’t wear a hoodie all summer. I’m doing it anyway.

Oh yeah? You ever heard of heat stroke? *Carlos was just teasing him of course*

Yeah.

Okay… wearing a hoodie increases that chance. You’re drinking lots of water, right?

Yeah. I don’t wear it to sleep though.

Okay. Make sure to drink so you don’t get exhausted and all that. *he looks into the pot of water*

Yeah, yeah. Is it gone?

It’s shrunken a bit… it must’ve broke someplace already.

Cool. How long was that?

Just over three minutes. That was quick… *concerned face*

Let’s try it with clean- or semi-clean water and see how long it takes to compare

Alright. Let’s see… does the scum look like it’s thinned out any?

*he picked some scum up with a stick* I don’t think so,,

Huh… stir it in? See how it is?

*he stirred the scum in* nothin’

Huh… interesting. Alright then. Let’s go dump this behind the mess hall, then head inside for the control. *he stood up*

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“Because ‘Pizza’ sometimes consists of a ball of melty cheese and pepperoni or a bowl of warm marinara and cheese,” Carlos said with a shrug. “I prefer the bowl honestly – less messy.”

Sylvain shuddered. He had no doubt that the scientist was completely right, it was just the thought of the texture of such a meal made him want to throw up. Thank goodness he was only staying for a month.

“Well, thank you for telling me.” he said, jotting ‘weekly mandated pizza’ in his notebook as they entered the restaurant. “One less thing I’m likely to be arrested for. How ‘bout I grab some seats while you clean your cuts?”

Carlos looked down at the notebook and frowned slightly. “Huh? Oh, yeah, grab some seats,” he said. “And, uh… put that ‘definitely-not-a-pen’ away so nobody can see it…” He leaned in and dropped his voice lower. “I’ll explain in a bit. I’ll be right back.” Carlos hurried off to the wash room to get his scrape cleaned off. He hoped the guy followed his advice.

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Peter
looks at him and was worried. “Krags…. you Ok? You look a bit pale.”
Looks at him worriedly and cups his face in his hands feeling for a
fever and whimpers. “Oh gods. Your dying.”

Kraglin huffed and smacked at one of Peter’s hands gently. “I ain’t dyin’… Calm yerself, Pete.” No, he definitely wasn’t dying. His stomach was just being weird and… bloaty. Ugh… He couldn’t wait to get back to Carlos’ house.

“What’s bothering you maybe I can help. Is it your head? Throat? Stomach? Back?” Starts listing off things then whispers. “You don’t got another tape worm do you?”

“Unless Ramon’s food is tainted, I don’t have another worm,” Kraglin muttered.

Carlos whipped his head to glare at Kraglin. “It’s not tainted,” he said lowly. He then frowned. “What’s going on?”

“I’m just feelin’ a little queasy – ain’t nothin’ to get all twisted up about.”

Peter thinks then Gasps. “You had icecream. Your lactose intollerant. Oh crap.”

“What? No I’m not – I eat cheese all the time!” Kraglin retorted.

“You can make cheese from any kind of milk – not just what has lactose in it,” Carlos said. He sighed. “Wait here, I’ll grab some digestive pills…”

Carlos started to walk off. Mikey asked the cashier if they could wait a second, and they agreed with a smile. Though they looked at Kraglin – probably because they hadn’t understood a thing he said.

Kraglin just made a slight face, looking at the cashier while he tried not to appeared sick. Everyone else was so damn perceptive, apparently.

Hugs him. “Sorry bro….. well take care of you promise. I won’t let you suffer.” And he wouldn’t he’d wait on him hand and foot much like he did for any crew that was sick. He wouldn’t lose anyone to illness again.

Kraglin huffed softly. “I’m gonna be fine, Pete…” He felt a movement in his stomach and he cringed. “Maybe don’t stand so close to me though…”

Blinks and grabs a plastic bag and puts it up to his mouth. “I got ya covered bro!”

“What the – Pete, put that away!” Kraglin snapped. He bat Peter’s hands away.

Carlos appeared with a bottle of pills and he stared at the boys with confusion. “Hey, you two – calm down, alright?”

“Better in the bag and not on the floor.” Blinks and freezes when he hears a loud sound like a horn that was very very wrong then he holds his nose. “Oh gods! Bro!!”

Kraglin quickly started to turn a vibrant shade of blue and he immediately started smacking at Peter. “You little shit – quit holdin’ yer nose! You rude-ass little–”

“Kraglin! Kraglin, stop!” Carlos hissed. He snatched up Mikey’s hat and threw it on his head, pulling it down over his face. “Your face, you idiot!” he hissed. “Your blood – it’s blue!” He’d said the last two sentences in Spanish, hoping to God that nobody else in the vicinity could understand him.

Carlos tossed the pills to Mikey and the younger Ramon scrambled to get it scanned and paid for quickly. The cashier looked very weirded out and alarmed at what was happening at her register.

Peter removes his hand and his eyes water and gags. “Omg it’s in my nose!! My taste buds!!! Oh god!!!” Coughs gagging as he pushes Kraglin out the door. “Warning at ground zero… oh gods …. you… I can almost see the cloud of toxic ass gas…”

Kraglin was busy trying to clutch the brim of the hat over his face, but at the same time he was smacking at Peter with his other hand, growling like a feral animal. Carlos took their shopping bags and after Mikey paid they both hurried out of the store.

“What the hell – Dude, I feel like I just robbed the place!” Mikey told Carlos in Spanish. “I feel like we’re so in trouble!”

“They weren’t supposed to attract attention,” Carlos groaned. “Those boys are going to get it when I tell Yondu… Jesus Christ! I’m sorry for taking your hat.”

“I’m trying not to be mad.”

Peter yelps as he’s smacked. “Dude I had no idea you were unleashing Armageddon from the other end! Had I known I’d have offered to go grab one of your butt plugs. Memo to self… icecream is the beginning of Armageddon with you.”

“Peter, quit it,” Carlos told the boy, giving him a light smack on the head himself. Carlos dug into one of the bags and pulled out a Dr Pepper and the pills he got. “Krags, here – take one of these.”

“What the heck is that?”

“It’s a pill.”

“Really? Ugh… never thought I’d have to see one of those.”

“It should help until we get back to the ship bro. And maybe we’ll survive long enough to get there.”

Carlos opened up the bottle for Kraglin. “It shouldn’t be a big deal – if it’s just lactose intolerance then you should get settled pretty quickly after having one of these.” He put the pill in Kraglin’s hand. “Take it.”

Kraglin looked at the little black capsule with a slight stink-eye. But when Carlos offered him the drink he tossed the capsule in his mouth and took a drink. THe carbonation took him by surprise, but he still swallowed it. The drink is sweet,” he said.

Peter grins. “Most things on earth are. Terrans we don’t like bitter things. You and Yondu know that from me. Common stinky… lets get back to carlos home show Yondu the stuff we got.”

“You’ve clearly never been to Mexico… or literally anywhere else,” Mikey said with a snort. “Mexicans put chili powder in their candy!”

“And it’s absolutely delicious,” Carlos agreed, giving his brother a fist bump. “Okay everybody – load up. Time to go.”

Not so Villainous (closed w/ theblackestofhats)

Carlos started a blog. After what happened to his notes
while in the Desert Otherworld, and due to the fact that the ban on writing
utensils made work a little difficult to convey, Carlos had started posting his
findings online. The blog wasn’t exactly private, but Carlos only advertised it
to his close friends. It held some of the things he had discovered, his
theories on the possible uses of bloodstone technology, diagrams and blueprints
of fleeting ideas that he got every now and then… it was like a personal
scientific journal without University chairmen of the board hanging over him
telling him what he could and couldn’t publish.

Carlos was out in the sand wastes searching for the source
of some energy readings. He was digging in the soil and sand for samples to
take back to the lab. He was pretty excited for this next project.

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No? What does that mean?

It essentially means that if you sit watching something that takes a long time, like watching a pot of water boil, your perceived passage of time extends to almost excruciating lengths.

Kinda like how if you try to cook food the microwave seconds seem longer than normal seconds?

Exactly.

Hm. But then how’re we gonna know when the pod pops and stop the timer?

Hm, good point… man, if only I had a high-speed camera so that I could go frame by frame…

*max pokes the pod lightly with a stick* or we could just,, watch it?

Yeah… hey, don’t poke it – you might accidentally puncture it.

*max looks carlos dead in the eyes and pokes it again, rasing his eyebrows*

*eyebrows raised* Well, you’re a little ball of defiance, aren’t you?

I am f u e l e d by spite.

Hah! That explains a lot about you, buddy.

Just about everything I do is out of spite. They told me I couldn’t wear a hoodie all summer. I’m doing it anyway.

Oh yeah? You ever heard of heat stroke? *Carlos was just teasing him of course*

Yeah.

Okay… wearing a hoodie increases that chance. You’re drinking lots of water, right?

Yeah. I don’t wear it to sleep though.

Okay. Make sure to drink so you don’t get exhausted and all that. *he looks into the pot of water*

Yeah, yeah. Is it gone?

It’s shrunken a bit… it must’ve broke someplace already.

Cool. How long was that?

Just over three minutes. That was quick… *concerned face*

Let’s try it with clean- or semi-clean water and see how long it takes to compare

Alright. Let’s see… does the scum look like it’s thinned out any?

*he picked some scum up with a stick* I don’t think so,,

Huh… stir it in? See how it is?

Food for the Soul (closed w/ selfmedicatingmayor)

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Carlos shrugged slightly. “Maybe,” he said, though his tone suggested he didn’t think he would.

He continued to take apart the machine, putting aside parts that were usable to be cleaned and tossing broken parts into the far corner. “I’m surprised at how many of these parts survived,” he admitted. “The machine probably hadn’t been used for 200 years before we found it.”

A small frown tugged at the ghoul’s lips at Carlos’ response, but he didn’t bother trying to argue with him, simply going quiet until the other spoke up again. “Is it bad for shit to just sit unused for a long time? I don’t really know anythin’ about technology, only thing I ever really had before I took over here was a radio and anytime one died, my folks would just fork out the caps for a new one–– not that anything’s really new around here.”

“It can be bad,” Carlos said. “But it depends on the place it’s kept in, I guess. If there isn’t a lot of ventilation, then there’s less chance of weathering and less chance for things to dehydrate. That phone I tore apart had some great wires where the rubber hadn’t cracked or become brittle, which was a great find.” He glanced at Hancock. “Were your folks well off? I think it would cost quite a bit of caps…”

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No? What does that mean?

It essentially means that if you sit watching something that takes a long time, like watching a pot of water boil, your perceived passage of time extends to almost excruciating lengths.

Kinda like how if you try to cook food the microwave seconds seem longer than normal seconds?

Exactly.

Hm. But then how’re we gonna know when the pod pops and stop the timer?

Hm, good point… man, if only I had a high-speed camera so that I could go frame by frame…

*max pokes the pod lightly with a stick* or we could just,, watch it?

Yeah… hey, don’t poke it – you might accidentally puncture it.

*max looks carlos dead in the eyes and pokes it again, rasing his eyebrows*

*eyebrows raised* Well, you’re a little ball of defiance, aren’t you?

I am f u e l e d by spite.

Hah! That explains a lot about you, buddy.

Just about everything I do is out of spite. They told me I couldn’t wear a hoodie all summer. I’m doing it anyway.

Oh yeah? You ever heard of heat stroke? *Carlos was just teasing him of course*

Yeah.

Okay… wearing a hoodie increases that chance. You’re drinking lots of water, right?

Yeah. I don’t wear it to sleep though.

Okay. Make sure to drink so you don’t get exhausted and all that. *he looks into the pot of water*

Yeah, yeah. Is it gone?

It’s shrunken a bit… it must’ve broke someplace already.

Cool. How long was that?

Just over three minutes. That was quick… *concerned face*

Let’s try it with clean- or semi-clean water and see how long it takes to compare

Alright. Let’s see… does the scum look like it’s thinned out any?

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looks at him and was worried. “Krags…. you Ok? You look a bit pale.”
Looks at him worriedly and cups his face in his hands feeling for a
fever and whimpers. “Oh gods. Your dying.”

Kraglin huffed and smacked at one of Peter’s hands gently. “I ain’t dyin’… Calm yerself, Pete.” No, he definitely wasn’t dying. His stomach was just being weird and… bloaty. Ugh… He couldn’t wait to get back to Carlos’ house.

“What’s bothering you maybe I can help. Is it your head? Throat? Stomach? Back?” Starts listing off things then whispers. “You don’t got another tape worm do you?”

“Unless Ramon’s food is tainted, I don’t have another worm,” Kraglin muttered.

Carlos whipped his head to glare at Kraglin. “It’s not tainted,” he said lowly. He then frowned. “What’s going on?”

“I’m just feelin’ a little queasy – ain’t nothin’ to get all twisted up about.”

Peter thinks then Gasps. “You had icecream. Your lactose intollerant. Oh crap.”

“What? No I’m not – I eat cheese all the time!” Kraglin retorted.

“You can make cheese from any kind of milk – not just what has lactose in it,” Carlos said. He sighed. “Wait here, I’ll grab some digestive pills…”

Carlos started to walk off. Mikey asked the cashier if they could wait a second, and they agreed with a smile. Though they looked at Kraglin – probably because they hadn’t understood a thing he said.

Kraglin just made a slight face, looking at the cashier while he tried not to appeared sick. Everyone else was so damn perceptive, apparently.

Hugs him. “Sorry bro….. well take care of you promise. I won’t let you suffer.” And he wouldn’t he’d wait on him hand and foot much like he did for any crew that was sick. He wouldn’t lose anyone to illness again.

Kraglin huffed softly. “I’m gonna be fine, Pete…” He felt a movement in his stomach and he cringed. “Maybe don’t stand so close to me though…”

Blinks and grabs a plastic bag and puts it up to his mouth. “I got ya covered bro!”

“What the – Pete, put that away!” Kraglin snapped. He bat Peter’s hands away.

Carlos appeared with a bottle of pills and he stared at the boys with confusion. “Hey, you two – calm down, alright?”

“Better in the bag and not on the floor.” Blinks and freezes when he hears a loud sound like a horn that was very very wrong then he holds his nose. “Oh gods! Bro!!”

Kraglin quickly started to turn a vibrant shade of blue and he immediately started smacking at Peter. “You little shit – quit holdin’ yer nose! You rude-ass little–”

“Kraglin! Kraglin, stop!” Carlos hissed. He snatched up Mikey’s hat and threw it on his head, pulling it down over his face. “Your face, you idiot!” he hissed. “Your blood – it’s blue!” He’d said the last two sentences in Spanish, hoping to God that nobody else in the vicinity could understand him.

Carlos tossed the pills to Mikey and the younger Ramon scrambled to get it scanned and paid for quickly. The cashier looked very weirded out and alarmed at what was happening at her register.

Peter removes his hand and his eyes water and gags. “Omg it’s in my nose!! My taste buds!!! Oh god!!!” Coughs gagging as he pushes Kraglin out the door. “Warning at ground zero… oh gods …. you… I can almost see the cloud of toxic ass gas…”

Kraglin was busy trying to clutch the brim of the hat over his face, but at the same time he was smacking at Peter with his other hand, growling like a feral animal. Carlos took their shopping bags and after Mikey paid they both hurried out of the store.

“What the hell – Dude, I feel like I just robbed the place!” Mikey told Carlos in Spanish. “I feel like we’re so in trouble!”

“They weren’t supposed to attract attention,” Carlos groaned. “Those boys are going to get it when I tell Yondu… Jesus Christ! I’m sorry for taking your hat.”

“I’m trying not to be mad.”

Peter yelps as he’s smacked. “Dude I had no idea you were unleashing Armageddon from the other end! Had I known I’d have offered to go grab one of your butt plugs. Memo to self… icecream is the beginning of Armageddon with you.”

“Peter, quit it,” Carlos told the boy, giving him a light smack on the head himself. Carlos dug into one of the bags and pulled out a Dr Pepper and the pills he got. “Krags, here – take one of these.”

“What the heck is that?”

“It’s a pill.”

“Really? Ugh… never thought I’d have to see one of those.”

“It should help until we get back to the ship bro. And maybe we’ll survive long enough to get there.”

Carlos opened up the bottle for Kraglin. “It shouldn’t be a big deal – if it’s just lactose intolerance then you should get settled pretty quickly after having one of these.” He put the pill in Kraglin’s hand. “Take it.”

Kraglin looked at the little black capsule with a slight stink-eye. But when Carlos offered him the drink he tossed the capsule in his mouth and took a drink. THe carbonation took him by surprise, but he still swallowed it. The drink is sweet,” he said.