IMAGINE HOW THE WORLD COULD BE

[bullseye]

WHO: everyone who signed up
WHERE: all over the world
WHEN: 18 June, 10 AM EST
WARNINGS: pre-emptively warning for language and violence
SUMMARY: After an attack on the Porter, Lachesis gits mad and teleports some people away
FORMAT: WORDS



Wherever they are, whatever they're doing, it all stops when the clock strikes 10:00 EST.

Suddenly, this ain't Kansas anymore.

Comments

[datglass]

How much do ya weigh, Lobster man? [ Evan looked Zoidberg over slowly, thoughtfully. ] Enough to get us bus fare, isn't it?

[crabulous]

Why I never! How rude! [He looks so offended.] You can't just ask a man his weight. I'm of a delicate disposition.

[professorlionface]

[Hank rolls his eyes, the whole idea strikes him as somewhat distasteful.]

And where would you expect to get enough butter, exactly?

[datglass]

That's nae our problem. I dinnae see ya coming up with any bright ideas yourself. I'd sooner sell the lobster than my--

[ Tech. And cocaine. ]

... Valuables.

Unless there's a bank somewhere aboot.

[crabulous]

Contrary to popular belief, Zoidberg is not a food product! I would have you refrain from any attempts to consume me!

[He snaps his claws, looking especially sassy.]

We could always sell our communicators and get new ones when we return to the City!

[professorlionface]

Not sure how much you'll net from a non-working communicator.

Neither am I sure what good a bank will do us while I'm missing my ID. I could probably access access my account otherwise.

[datglass]

Awright. Awright. No need to bunch up your panties.

It'll do us. Wait here a wee moment, I can go make a withdrawal. Ya can do that much, aye? We should be pooling our resources.

[crabulous]

Oh yes! Doctor Strange got me an ATM card recently!

[He delicately fishes it out of his coat pocket.]

See?

[professorlionface]

[Hank lets out a sigh and shrugs.]

The only one of us responsible enough to remember his wallet, and you wanted to sell him!

How much do you believe you should have available?

[datglass]

[ Evan crosses his arms. ]

Awright, leave it to me. [ He holds his hand out for him. ] I'll go get us what we need. And not a cent more.

[ He already is working in his head how to trick the ATM into spitting out more cash. ]

[crabulous]

If my most recent paycheck has posted... perhaps $6000 or more?

[professorlionface]

[Hank's eyes go wide. He certainly wasn't expecting anything like that!]

Well, that should be more than enough to cover the three of us! I could reimburse you upon our return, of course.

[datglass]

Brilliant! So can we go? [ He's all twitchy. ] Let's nae spend another minute here, we've got life to attend to.

[crabulous]

Aye, aye, my friends! Let us away to the nearest travel depot!

[professorlionface]

Well, given that this is the best course we've yet decided on, lead the way!