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.]

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[all7seas]

In the Advertising District. Here...

[He pastes a flier up to the feed. It promises modest compensation in return for participating in a Floot Loops focus group and taste-testing party at Building 473, 81st floor, Room 238.]

Big, shiny building. Lots of people going in and out. Giant, neon loop on the roof. Can't miss it.

[The building is dangling that loop like a deadly anglerfish. Can you resist it, Wrath?]

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[pain_train]

[Is she even going to try? No. That'll be a no. Wrath realizes that the nice thing Vision built for her, that helped her with reading, is now gone. Shit, she's going to have to ask for some help. But that's not a problem, she's not shy about it.]

Okay! I'll be there really soon, just have to grab a shuttle!

[And she bounces off the feed. She'll be there quite quickly. God help you, Jack.]

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[all7seas]

[He's already in enough trouble, what with this focus group. At one point he stops garbling poetry about loops and stretches. The stretch is supposed to mask him very slowly sliding from his chair. Further stretching is meant to cover his tiptoeing toward the exit door.

Then the men in white coats storm in, seize him, rough him up a bit, and secure him back in his chair with leather straps.

He's here for the focus group. He's got to keep his focus, whether he likes it or not.]

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[pain_train]

[This is the point where Wrath arrives, cheerfully asking about the focus group. And she sees that nice poet guy.

Strapped to a chair.

That... really freaks her out. If quietly. In the back of her mind where she doesn't show it.]

Um... hi?

[She eyes Jack, then the people conducting the focus group.]

I might be in the wrong place. Do you need help?

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[all7seas]

No. Everything's fine.

[He's all tied to a chair and stuff, with the Loops in front of him.]

See? Purple, pink, yellow, green, blue. All Loops present and accounted for.




You'd better run, lass.

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[pain_train]

[Well, that's worrying. Wrath takes a quick look around the room. The odds aren't terrible. Well. Depending on how all the big guys react to getting punched.

Okay, so we're doing this. She walks over to the loops and pretends to look at them... then grabs the tray and sends it winging like a discus at the head of the nearest scary guy in a white coat.]

Infantry never leaves a man behind!

[Infantry is also not known for being subtle.

Wrath pulls her her combat knife out and goes for one of the leather straps. She's getting you out of here, Jack!]

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[all7seas]

[She. Threw. The. LOOPS?

It's not just the technicians she has to worry about. It's those in the study who have become enzombified by too many Loops. Although right now they are busy eating as many loops as possible off the floor. This gives Jack and Wrath time, because the big guys can't really get through the mess with all that going on.]

BRILLIANT! Keep cutting! Don't cut me! [One wrist is free!]

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[pain_train]

Come the fuck on, I know my way around a knife. [The knife cuts through the strap, the metal close enough to leave an impression of cold without actually slicing skin.

At which point a couple of big guys rush up to grab Wrath. She flips the knife and shoves the hilt into Jack's hand right before she's yanked away.

And then one of the big guys gets mule kicked in the crotch. This isn't going to be an easy dogpile for them.]