Your Final Frontier

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

Nothing, except that I almost died last night, from whoever the Ninja was. This wasn't the first time in my life I nearly died, but it sure doesn't get any easier to go through.

[madface7]

"If you see them, you'd know."

[Kafkaesque]

Loona has drunk herself into a total stupor. The hellhound is now curled up in a very large sleeping-dog ball by the warmth of the fire.

[artsyGeek]

Rebel looked at 2E. "I.. Didn't remember seeing anything beforehand, if that statement is directed towards me."

[PointMaid]

Selen(ium) stretched out toward the warm fire, a bit drowsy, and started tapping a rhythm.

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

You know.... I've survived a motorcycle accident despite the fact I didn't wear a helmet. I nearly died of a drug overdose. And being out there in the sea today with that giant creature has me thinking this could be the end of the line for me. Maybe I'm destined to die here. But regardless of what happens, I'm glad to share this island with these fine people. That is, whoever isn't trying to kill us. If they don't get me tomorrow, I'll help out as long as I can. And if they do get me tomorrow, then I will be up there, watching you all in spirit,, he says the last part, pointing to the sky.

We got one already, and I'm confident we'll get the rest of them. Just let me leave you all a little Buseyism. TEAM: Together Everyone Achieves More. Just keep doing what we're doing and whoever makes it out, we'll get them all. Just remember: we're all a team here.

[artsyGeek]

Rebel nods at Gary. "Yeah! I'm sure we can do this together! We'll get the scum team! And.. and..."

He.. didn't know what else to say. "I.. I swear, we'll get through all this. Together."

[Despair's Archon of Memes]

Yeah! We can do it! Go team!

Monaca cheers on with all of the innocence of a 10-year old kid.

[Zanreo]

"Yes... let's get the rest of the killers, and then we can get out of here! They can't hide forever..."

[madface7]

"Model will make sure to squander the opposing threats. Whatever it takes. And then, hopefully... it can find its target."

[wingedcatgirl]

"...It has business here other than survival. Mainly, locating and swiftly capturing a certain subject... that it currently has not found. Model believed the subject would be here. Model apparently thought wrong."

"Yeah, that happens sometimes," Mark mumbles, now at least five coconut shells deep into his nightly drinking binge.

[artsyGeek]

After a while, Rebel decides to go to the bar. "Anyone want a drink? I could grab you one."

[PointMaid]

Sure, Rebel. Thanks. Maybe a beer this time if there's one there?

Selen(ium) gets up and pokes the fire with a stick, then puts on another log.

[Dookie]

“Sure!”

Sam blows a little at the fire.

[artsyGeek]

[Rebel was.. Somewhat surprised by Selen(ium) calling him 'Rebel'. He doesn't recall saying that nickname before, at least here.]

"Whoa! Are you psychic, by any chance?"

[PointMaid]

Huh? Not that I've noticed.

Sorry, slipped my mind that it should be 'Mit'.

[artsyGeek]

eh, it's alright. my bad for using rebel in the narration instead of mit-eum :p

"Oh, uh. Aight. If you want, you can call me 'Rebel'. Though it would be nice to be called Mit-eum every once in a while.."

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

Let's go.

> head to bar

[artsyGeek]

> Also head to bar

[PointMaid]

Sorry, Mit. I'll try to remember.

> Head to the bar with Gary and Rebel/Mit-eum and look for eggs, cheese and salsa. Omelette time.

[TalesofUnder]

>Also go to the bar... for snacks, obviously. You can't drink yet.

[Zanreo]

>bar

[Dookie]

>Get some snacks...you know the ones.

[Kafkaesque]

Loona is still drunk and snoozing.

[TalesofUnder]

(Explosionface is eating pancakes... menacingly.)