...No ticket [Open]

[daddys_working]

Characters: Tycho, Gabe, anybody else on the Fiertia who would like to show up.
Content: Startling Developments Detective Agency discusses how the hell they're going to pay for passage on this ship.
Setting: The Fiertia
Time: Shortly after they board the ship
Warnings: High probability of cursing and snark.

Comments

[punching_devils]

Gabe sorted through his bags. "We have my stuff. We have your stuff. We have Mr. Tails."

The aforementioned clockwork monkey was currently lashed to one of Gabe's steamer trunks with exceptionally heavy chain. His cries of pure beserker rage would likely haunt the nightmares of any random passerby.

"And I think this is it?" He held up a bag of clinky things. "It looked golden."

[daddys_working]

Tycho ventured a glance at the thrashing mechanical simian.

"Oh, well as long as we didn't forget Mr. Tails! What a relief. However would we survive without the only thing in the world that has a greater thirst for murder then yourself."

He took the bag and looked inside.

"... Oh yeah. We're fucked."

[punching_devils]

"You're just pissed because he doesn't let you cuddle him," Gabe replied. "And no, we're not. That's why we're getting on this ship. So we won't be mistaken for fruit."

[daddys_working]

"I promise you that is not the reason I am pissed." Tycho responded kicking one of the steamer trunks closed.

"Tell me Gabe, do you think perchance the Captain is going to be trilled at the idea of being paid in bolts? Does he, do you suppose, hail from a land where plated hardware is the coin of the realm?"