Arms Hotel, Room 111, Sunday night/Monday morning dreams
Home in his hotel room after the three minute dates and Mary walking him home, John had some troubles falling asleep.
And once he did, he had dreams.
"John! Time to blow shit up!"
John popped awake, throwing back the covers. "Today?"
"Today!" The overly cheerful voice belonged to a pink-haired gal who was named after a plant and wearing some sort of skin-tight flight suit. That was pink. Which was perfectly normal to have a color-coordinated flight suit. Like ya do.
He dressed and followed her outside (wearing a green camo flight suit with digital pixel pattern. like ya do), running to keep up.
They quickly made it into the hanger and the underground base and to the giant three-story-robots.
"I'm so gonna win!" he said, approaching his. Which had a copper colored flame job. Cuz it went faster.
"Let's blow shit up," she said, climbing into her black and chrome job.
The turbines whirred (because giant robots have turbines), and they shot up the chute to the launchpad above, and to the sky.
Flying (cuz they can do that) now, the two race to the target, which was a giant robotic Turtle Wexler trampling the town with an adding machine blanketing everything with paper, megasized dingbot, and a hideous monstrosity that was half blue habit outfit and half red spandex outfit and 2 stories tall.
Puttering around the feet of these was that Dib student from the Prac Apps class, trying to ram things with a gokart.
[feel free to pester before/after the dreams...or continue the dream sequence]
And once he did, he had dreams.
"John! Time to blow shit up!"
John popped awake, throwing back the covers. "Today?"
"Today!" The overly cheerful voice belonged to a pink-haired gal who was named after a plant and wearing some sort of skin-tight flight suit. That was pink. Which was perfectly normal to have a color-coordinated flight suit. Like ya do.
He dressed and followed her outside (wearing a green camo flight suit with digital pixel pattern. like ya do), running to keep up.
They quickly made it into the hanger and the underground base and to the giant three-story-robots.
"I'm so gonna win!" he said, approaching his. Which had a copper colored flame job. Cuz it went faster.
"Let's blow shit up," she said, climbing into her black and chrome job.
The turbines whirred (because giant robots have turbines), and they shot up the chute to the launchpad above, and to the sky.
Flying (cuz they can do that) now, the two race to the target, which was a giant robotic Turtle Wexler trampling the town with an adding machine blanketing everything with paper, megasized dingbot, and a hideous monstrosity that was half blue habit outfit and half red spandex outfit and 2 stories tall.
Puttering around the feet of these was that Dib student from the Prac Apps class, trying to ram things with a gokart.
[feel free to pester before/after the dreams...or continue the dream sequence]