A Flying Spider and A Faygo Jetpack

[Roger Smith]

There is a moment of turbulence as Adam's suddenly foul mood makes itself known and the spider-craft nearly plants its front end in the 'ground' of the Nexus, sending even Adam lurching forward and nearly spilling out of his seat. "FUCK!" is all he can manage to say, his hood promptly asserting itself over his head as he flails about to try and regain his balance and find his seat again.

He is saved by Gamzee just sort of....tugging on his good, plopping him back down in the seat.

"Jeeze....fuckin' thing is more finicky than I remember...." He adjusted his hood and glasses back into their 'proper' place, before shooting a brief "thank you" to Gamzee, earning only a thumbs up in return, at which Adam merely rolled his eyes, turning his attention back front-ward. "Once again, only with less shittiness...." he grumbles, and this time the take off is much less terrible and they are soon trucking along, and at a relatively swift pace. Without all of the trees to obstruct their path, the awkward-looking craft was putting on some serious speed. "Think this place is messing with my tech, man....it's only hitting 80. This thing normally goes at least twice that....that's annoying."

"I don't know about that, man....it sure does feel like it's goin' plenty fast enough. Not that there's any kind of scenery to be gaugin' that by, y'know?"

"Yeah....I know. This place is full of shit. Blank, white, expressionless, featureless shit." An idea hits him rather suddenly, and he turns to look at Gamzee with an odd expression on his face. "Hey. Take the steering for a minute. I gotta check something."

"Them controls look a little....strange, man....don't know if I wanna get in the middle of that."

"Look. Most of them don't even really....do anything important. I've got everything mostly locked in, just worry about steering. It's these two levers here, the blue ones. I just....I just need to check something."

With no small amount of back and forth and shuffling around, seats are exchanged and Gamzee, doing his best to look serious and focus on the task at hand and not be distracted by the myriad of unnecessarily multi-colored levers and apparently mostly irrelevant switches and dials, was now at the controls. Adam was trying not to let his regret of this decision show. He was most thoroughly engaged in something or other on his laptop, the glare from the screen reflected on his glasses hiding any obvious hints as to his thought process.

But whatever his thought process, he was typing something or other very aggressively. And muttering to himself in a most agitated manner. Something about "fucking space wizards" and "god damn cueball".

"So...." Gamzee spoke up after several awkward, silent moments.

"Hang up a sec, there, clownaround," Adam grumped, the pace of his typing accelerating. In a last series of keystrokes he finished whatever he was doing and sent whatever he had been working on.

The message in question.

"Alright....what's up, honk?" Adam shut his laptop partially, turning his attention back Gamzee-ward.

"You kinda got your freakout on when I mentioned gettin' directions from that eggplant motherfucker."

Adam's open palm met his face with a resounding smack. "Yeah....yeah I did. He's just....look, he's creepy. And hard to get a bead on. He's already implied he's keeping an eye on 'certain people', and that he may or may not have known right where I was at the time." Adam pulls off his glasses and covers his eyes with his opposite hand. "And if he didn't actually know where I was, you just so happened to have clued him in on where we're going to be. And he's also just said he's going to be watching you now, too. Doesn't that bother you in the slightest?"

"Well I guess I'd be speaking all kinds of untruth if I said it wasn't smellin' of all kinds of weird, but it isn't really a thing to be gettin' so freaked out about. If he decides to up and show his face, then he does. If he doesn't then he doesn't." The troll shrugged, turning a somewhat vacant-eyed, but otherwise vaguely reassuring grin at his new human pal. "Ain't nothing to go gettin' your human pants in a knot over without knowing what's gonna happen."

Adam was stupefied. "Wow, y'know, that....that's actually not bad advice." He puts his glasses back on and scratches his head, seemingly lost in deep ponderation as the portal to Camelot grows ever clear on the nonexistent horizon.