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Summer's Ship, Hynerian Space, In Sight of Moya - Friday Fandom Time
Stark had been fretting about this trip for days but it was too late for fretting now. Not that had ever stopped him before...
They'd stocked Summer's ship with plenty of chocolate and other snacks to deliver to Chiana and the others. Stark had worried about that and about what clothes they ought to be bringing and if they needed to bring gifts besides food. It was too late now to change anything though. They had taken off from Fandom and gone through a portal to Stark's version of Hynerian space. Both the Royal Planet and Moya were in sight.
"There!" he said, face lighting up in the metaphorical sense rather than the literal one as he pointed to the Leviathan now visible. "She's there and she's beautiful. I should call Pilot but he's probably already seen us. Or Moya sensed us. Perhaps both. I wonder if they're waiting."
He paused, looking over at Summer. "Are you ready?" Sure, Stark was far more likely to not be ready for the next few days but he could still ask.
[For the gently modded un-dibsed ginger flying the pink spaceship, obvs, and NFB for distance]
They'd stocked Summer's ship with plenty of chocolate and other snacks to deliver to Chiana and the others. Stark had worried about that and about what clothes they ought to be bringing and if they needed to bring gifts besides food. It was too late now to change anything though. They had taken off from Fandom and gone through a portal to Stark's version of Hynerian space. Both the Royal Planet and Moya were in sight.
"There!" he said, face lighting up in the metaphorical sense rather than the literal one as he pointed to the Leviathan now visible. "She's there and she's beautiful. I should call Pilot but he's probably already seen us. Or Moya sensed us. Perhaps both. I wonder if they're waiting."
He paused, looking over at Summer. "Are you ready?" Sure, Stark was far more likely to not be ready for the next few days but he could still ask.
[For the gently modded un-dibsed ginger flying the pink spaceship, obvs, and NFB for distance]
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"Didn't need to bring anything," Crichton said easily as he reached for a box. "And a cat'd disappear real fast in here. Moya's huge. Lots of places for a kitty to hide."
Pancakes might just head to Pilot's den where there was a captive audience with several arms who might be able to provide all the pets she needed.