Asphodel Quest Log: Team Juliet

[ascens]

who; Team Juliet (Emile, Raimi, Anon, Quorra, Noble Six)
what; FETCH QUEST
where; somewhere on Asphodel
when;
warnings; tbd

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[evaskullface]

"That's a goddamn pineapple," says Emile in an accusatory tone as soon as he gets to the rendezvous point.

Naturally, the pineapple Hypatia berates him for focusing on irrelevant information and explains the situation.

But still. Pineapple.

He sighs and sticks it on his grenade belt.

"You get squished, ain't my fault."

[traceurmonitor]

Anon came partially equipped anyway - he'd thrown on the hooded black half-robe he'd picked up while he was Salarian, and slipped the blue-tinted sunglasses he'd grabbed while he was a troll into it - deciding to just grab a belt with some climbing gear and a machete.

It'll be more useful than his disc, at least, but maybe not by much. Better than nothing.

Also, that is a pineapple. On the tall one's belt.

"... Is it supposed to talk?"

Also hi.

[fuckinghubble]

This was crazy.

All thoughts considered, Raimi had no reason to be here. His desire to place himself in the lines of immediate danger had never been a seducing force to him, but here he was.

Next thing you know, he'll go Evel Knievel out of the blue.

That'd be a sight to see.

Crazy.

In spite of having an abundance of supplies and weaponry at their disposal, Raimi took only what would be useful to him -- such as the weather gear, which seemed by far more appropriate than his wardrobe more suited for Coast City winters.

"That is indeed a pineapple." He nodded to Emile's belt while fitting some leather climbing gloves over his hands. He noted that Anon was here -- but no Quorra. "Just one more."

[isoalgorithm]

Quorra wasn't far behind. To say that she'd been stir-crazy lately would be inaccurate - she'd spent over a thousand cycles with Flynn in the Outlands, with only the occasional reconnaissance mission to the Grid to keep her occupied. In contrast, the station offered the closest thing to freedom she'd ever known.

But still. A chance to visit the planet? A chance to help? She wasn't about to pass that up.

"Pineapple? Is it a snack?" One moment she wasn't there, the next she was, hovering by Anon's shoulder like an over-large Bit with a much wider vocabulary. Her eyes traveled to the spiky thing on Emile's belt and widened a little. "It doesn't look very edible. Or friendly."