In which the Potato Crew fight the new chaos the only way they can: with more chaos.
In the rec room known as Potato Fun stood three xeno individuals who refused to wear their clothes today, a ruby-red Jornissian, a silver-blue Dorarizin, and an emerald-green Karnakian, all forming a triangle as if summoning some ancient eldritch abomination only known to them. They were also passing a deformed feathered ball amongst them.
“It is Sunday, my dudes.” Said Potato Feathers matter-of-factly, eyes suspiciously shadowed by a dark aura.
“Yesh(Yes)” His Potato buddies, Noodle and Kibbles, nodded, that same dark aura covering their eyes too, the feather ball never stopping its clockwise travel between hands.
“And yet…” Said Feathers. “There’s no movie again.”
There was a sudden drop in energy.
“(When will the pain end?)” Ninjutsued Kibbles, ears down in depression.
“Itwon’t.” Said Noodle, acknowledging the hard reality. “Weareonourown.”
The ball continued its travel in silence.
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“[Captain.]” Said a Dorarizin officer to the Jornissian in charge of Research Station #DX192. “[We couldn’t find any more tiny-chomper stuff to give them. What should we do now? It’s been 4 hours already.]”
The Captain, one Ms. Arasha’Ssabi, kept staring into the camera feedback coming from the Potato Fun, eyes fixed on the naked physiques that kept exchanging a misshapen blob clockwise. “[What happened to everything we gave them past sunday?]” Said she expressionless.
“[They hid it somewhere in an attempt to clean the room, it seems.]” Said the Dorarizin, checking a tablet. “[Ancestors know were they put it, since it’s not like they have any storage whatsoever. But the question remains, why won’t they use it again anyway?]”
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“[It isn’t what they want, obviously.]” Said the Captain.
“[Should we go with the safety protocol then?]”
There was a pause, the Captain still fixed on her camera feed.
“[…Yes.]” Said she at last.
“[Got it.]” The Dorarizin then put a hand on his communication bead. “[GROUNDHOG, this is COREMASTER, seal the mines. I repeat, seal the mines.]”
“[Roger, COREMASTER.]” Said someone from the other side of the station. And the Captain and her officer could see in the video how the automatic door to the Potato-exclusive rooms was sealed from the outside, a squad of xenos standing guard henceforth.
“[By Sotek-who-circles-the-world, let it be something innocuos this time.]” Said Ms. Arasha’Ssabi, pursing her lips in expectancy at what was bound to happen now.
There was a greater pause, the Potatoes inside Potato Fun still passing the ball clockwise.
Then, after what felt like ages, it happened.
“At first I was afraid, I was petrified.” Said Feathers.
“KeptshinkingIcouldneverlivewishoutyoubymyshide.” Said Noodle.
“(But then I spent so many nights thinking how you did me wrong.)” Ninjutsued Kibbles.
“And I grew strong.”
“AndIlearnedhowtogetalong.”
“And so you’re back!(shoyou’reback!)”
“(FROM OUTER SPACE)”
“I just walked in to find you here with that sad look upon your face-“
Ugh! Ms Arasha’Ssabi and everyone else (but the officers guarding the door) clutched their hearts at the sight of the Potatoes breaking into a musical and impromptu dance to pass the boredoom, their wild energy and nakedness calling out something deep within every xeno living in #DX192.
“I should have changed that stupid lock.”
“Ishouldhavemadeyouleaveyourkey.”
“(If I’d known for just one second you’d be back to bother me!)”
The Captain couldn’t turn away, it was too catchy!
Suddenly, everyone rushed to the Potato rooms in hopes of joining the party.
“NO FUN ALLOWED.” Commanded the guards protecting the door.
And riots begun yet another Sunday.