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]

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.