Special Delivery from FentonWorks! (AKA. The BRAWL!)

[passthefudge]

"Maddie!  Bring my fudge down when you come!"

You hear that bellow?  It's coming from the Door which has just swung open on a set of stairs.  At the top, you might glimpse bits of living room furnature...but not for long.  The view is quickly blocked by a large, orange object which barrels down the stairs and into Milliways.  As it skids to a stop, you can see it's a rather large, jumpsuit-clad human.  A very shocked, larged, jumpsuit-clad human.

He stares for a moment, wheels in his head audibly grinding.

"GALLOPING GHOSTS!  MADDIE!  THE LAB'S BEEN COMPROMISED!"

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[visible_sariel]

And *this* is about the time Sariel starts looking somewhat frantically about for security. Yeep! In a word, oh dear.

Silly kid's put herself right in the thick of things, too. she'll realize it in a second. that might be a second too late, however.

[will_scarlett]

Dodging Maddie's kick sends Will tumbling into Sariel, covered in green and clutching the chair and very angry.

[visible_sariel]

Sariel's equally covered in green, equal parts confused and upset by the whole violent thing, and--"Oomph!"

This is the sound of an outlaw falling on top of a pilot. "Oooow!" She's squirming quite a bit in her attempts to get free of being squished; in other words beware unintentional elbows and knees.

[will_scarlett]

Will hauls himself up, not really paying attention to who he fell on and looking around for someone to hit.

The chair's still in his grip as he stands up and says,

"Bloody 'ell, twas 'avin' a good day, who do I 'ave to 'it for a wee bit o'peace?"

[visible_sariel]

And at about that moment, Sariel realizes just who it was that fell on her. Great. Now she's on the floor, covered in green gunk, likely to have a bruised behind tomorrow morning, *and* her closest friend in Milliways just knocked her flat. "Will!"

Getting to one's feet isn't exactly easy when slipping in ecto-crud. Shift-skid, squirm-skid! "Ouch!"

[sizzuhs.livejournal.com]

It's like a battlefield in the Bar. Nothing like Normandy but still something that does require a helmet due to all the flying items. Plates, cups, people...anything a good steel pot can help slightly against.

After darting courched behind one of the tables Roe comes across both Will and Sariel laying in a heap upon the floor. Without trying to attract much attention the WWII medic starts their way. "I sees this place always ain' tha' welcomin t' new folks," he drawls out glanceing dark eyes towards the two mad people fighting nearly everyone. "Who's needin helps th' most?"

[will_scarlett]

Will's angry and not paying much attention as he tries to get off Sariel and back into the fight with his chair.

Though he keeps slipping and cursing as he has trouble standing up properly, and finally disentangles from Sariel to fall back down with the chair on top of him.

[visible_sariel]

"Ouch! Ow!" And a few more yelps besides. Sariel's going to have a bruise on one arm now too, courtesy Will slipping and re-landing on her. When he finally does climb off of her, she starts working her own clumsy way up off the floor. Ugh, green crud.

[sizzuhs.livejournal.com]

"Will," Gene says rather sternly, sterner than to be expected from the usually soft spoken medic. It's done to get a point across to the other angry man. "Are yous hurt?"

Offering a hand to Sariel he motions for her to keep low and points to one of the upturned tables. "Probl'y th' best place t' be at right now, ma'am. Are yous hurt?"

[will_scarlett]

"Nay, just gettin' started,"

Will growls as he uses the chair he's holding to try and stand up and just about manages, he's bruised, but he's had worse.

[visible_sariel]

That hand is accepted as Sariel squirms to slippery booted feet, keeping low as directed and inching toward that table. She's not taking chances on Will's temper, not in the state he's in--or she's in! and figures it best to keep the heck out of the way for now. Her answer is instinct as she moves; he called her ma'am, after all. "No sir, unless you count a bruised bum. I wish I knew why they fired on us!" Slip, slide, skid toward that table and relative safety beneath.

[sizzuhs.livejournal.com]

"Will! Will!" Gene tries to stop the outlaw as he darts forward again, curseing under his breath in French before he grabs Sariel's hand again easily guideing her along to duck behind one of the tables.

"They sai' somethin' 'bout us bein ghosts? I ain't gots no idea, ma'am." Peeking around the edge of the table, Gene ducks back as soon as a plate comes flying his way. "Yous sure y' fine?" The uniform that Sariel wears gets a blink or two but he's in medic mode. Questions later.

[will_scarlett]

Will heads back into the fight punching the first person he comes across.

[visible_sariel]

And she's in 'Starfleet officers don't get in fights!' mode, herself. She'll likely thank Roe for his assistance after this chaos is all over and sorted, but for now she's keeping safely behind that table they've found. And those curses didn't go unheard--call it instinct again, when she answers in French patois. "They said something about ghosts, yes. I tried to explain, but they wouldn't listen. they just started firing."

Part of her is fervently hoping Will calms down, and quickly. Good luck.

[sizzuhs.livejournal.com]

The fact that the woman has just spoken French doesn't seem to phase Gene as he looks back around the table again. "Or something like that," comes the Cajun thick reply.

When something else smacks into the table he ducks back. "Yous stay here- when this 's over peoples gonna be needin help." Another small glance is given and Gene darts away keeping low and looking for more people that are going to need help.

[visible_sariel]

The Starfleet officer in Sariel is quietly objecting to that. If people need help, she'll help. She'll also keep the heck out of the line of, er, fire if possible, but she'll still help. Peep, peep around that table's edge, the better to track Roe's progress. If somebody's hurt...

Inch, inch, inchity out after Roe.