Floot Loops

[all7seas]

Who: Jack Sparrow and Anyone
Broadcast: Yes, unfortunately.
Action: It COULD lead to action on Kayann, which is where Jack is at the moment. It's much better than being stuck on the Bishop with Looma and mean people who hate Jenga. (Looking at YOU, Pidge Gunderson.)
When: Later in the evening of the 16th.

"New fruity floot loops
Slooping in a groovy suit
Gloop 'em in a new boot
Or sling 'em in a pie.

Rooty-tooty floot loops
Drooping in a blue soup
Mooping in some newt poop!
Floot Loops til we die!"

[It's a poem. Jack wrote it. And now he's reciting it over and over again. To you.]

Comments

action;

[helmsplitter]

[Great, so not only is it the Floot Loop Mafia, but apparently their entire Army of the Brain Dead. He backs up as the zomfloots shuffle up and then relaxes again as they go back to their mindless eating.]

That's horrifying.

[Said in the most deadpan way possible.

How did Jack even get himself into this mess? It would be awful to have to kill these people, they're just sugar-drugged into a mindless eating frenzy after all, but he can't exactly just leave Jack here to suffer a sugar high for all eternity.]

Super-strength and they'll attack if you try to leave, huh?

[Giving orders and coming up with strategy has never been his strongest suit, but when it comes to a fight, he knows what to do.]

So show me who's runnin' this thing and we'll see about makin' 'em shut the experiment down. Or I can punch whoever gets it our way and just make a run for it.

action;

[all7seas]

[There are probably worser fates, although this is pretty terrible.]

They're behind the glass. Watchin' us.

[A two-way mirror. There's no way to see who the Focus Group presenters are.]

action;

[helmsplitter]

[Behind the glass, huh? He turns, adjusts the red helmet on his head, and then goes up to the glass.

It seems sturdy enough.

He raps on it once.

Yep, definitely sturdy.

...

He turns back to look at Jack.]

You aren't opposed to a fight if I start one, are you?

action;

[all7seas]

What, against these Loop jockeys?

[Apparently there is a terminology involved in this focus group.]

Are you mad?!

action;

[helmsplitter]

No, I'm a sword. And how else d'you think we're gettin' outta here?

[He jabs a thumb over one shoulder at the guys all around the room.]

S'not like they're gonna let you go easy.

action;

[all7seas]

We should try a trick, first! Disguise ourselves as two men who are out of Loops and are going to get more.

[He shoves an empty bowl toward Doudanuki.]

action;

[helmsplitter]

[He is 0% a cunning sword, but if that's what Jack wants to do, sure.

He's still going to prepare to punch every single face in this place if it doesn't work.]

Sure whatever.

[He grabs the bowl and looks at it, frowning.]

So where do we go to get "more"?