I PROLLY SHOULDN'T, BUT THIS IS A SCI-FI RP YEAH!!!! (CLOSED) (#LARSTORIA)

//sup

(SUP YA'LL)

(I'm back!)

(Welcome back my guy)

Neku scrambled into his seat and buckled in.

(WAKE ME UP)

//nice pic @TheLavenderOwl !

(Thank you!)

(Yo turt when do you plan to be on today (if you have a plan…))

//I’m on all day until 3 pacific

(Okie dokie I'll see you around 12ish central)

//ok

(I'M BACK AND EARLIER THAN THOUGHT YOU ON?)

//yeet

(Much excitement I see
ready to RP?)

//yeet

(LETS GOOOOOOOOOOO)
Lars put the ship on autopilot. He turned to Victoria. "Do you have any lotion Vic? That station was really dry."

“I have that oily grease stuff I use to put stuff together, but that’s more machine lotion than person lotion,” Victoria smiled.

Lars rolled his eyes. "Thanks. I think I can get by." He got up and went over to small counter in the cockpit. "Maybe there's some over here…."

“I think there is some in the drawer over there,” Victoria said, waving vaguely.

"Oh thank you." He opened the drawer. "Ah there you are!"
The dash beeped urgently. "What is it Vic?"

“Incoming,” Victoria said urgently, bending over the controls. “Looks like an asteroid or a small starship.”

"Holy smokes! I'll be there in a minute."

“Hurry up, I can’t pilot this thing!”

"JUST LET ME RUB MY LOTION IN OKAY?!" Lars snapped. He rubbed his hands together furiously and slipped into the pilot's seat.

Victoria exited the pilots seat with a grateful sigh.

Lars grabbed the wheel and huffed. "Not that you would understand basic hygiene."

Victoria laughed. “Nope. I’m all engine grease.”

"And mechanical parts. Speaking of which there is a spring in your hair again."