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Mommy/Airplane post up. If there's anything wrong with it feel free to point it out.

“HEY LIGHTWARDS! GET YOUR OLD NECROMANTIC BUTT OUT HERE!” Mommy slapped her forehead. Stealth, you idiot! She cautiously climbed off of the platform of floating skulls and made way towards the museum. She’d visited Portland before Calamity, and had visited the museum once. It didn’t look nearly the same. Someone had turned the museum into a jungle. A full-fledged, tropical jungle. Mommy would have kept sightseeing, but she heard a gruff voice call out quietly: "You called me to you. You know my name and the power I call my own." Lightwards. Mommy ducked behind a tree and glimpsed out as Lightwards came up and spoke to Stitch. Stitch raised himself into the air, but that didn’t seem to impress Lightwards. Casually, he flicked a piece of blood off his jacket and it grew into an allosaur, eating Stitch right out of the air. An allosaur And suddenly Mommy knew how she could help. Looking intently at Lightwards’ clothes, she erased the dried blood from them, leaving them looking worn yet pristine. Mommy smiled to herself. She’d actually started to hel-- --sparks. What if that guy kills me too? Only Whittle was left alive inside. Who would say that the Epics on the underside of the museum weren’t dead too? Mommy could be one of the last two alive. My children need me! While Lightwards and the others were focused on Whittle, Mommy snuck out of the museum to hitch a ride on one of Yorrick’s skulls, but she didn’t see any skulls. What she saw instead made her heart jump into her throat. Diamonds. Hanging from the museum. Lucentia. The Queen of Mommy’s hometown. What was she doing here, in Portland? Why wasn’t she in Astoria? Maybe... Mommy thought. Maybe she was overthrown. Maybe someone else rules now. Someone who actually cares about the children. Maybe... Maybe Mommy needed to get home, and not to that high school. Maybe it was time to go back to Astoria. But first, she’d have to get off this museum. Mommy ducked into the shadow and stayed still. Maybe they wouldn’t notice her if she stayed quiet enough. She pressed her back against the wall of the museum and sunk to the floor, cleaning it up before she sat. It didn’t look like anyone was coming out or going in, so Mommy took the chance to make a call. She raised her radio to her mouth and set it on the general MEE frequency. “This is Mommy at the museum,” she whispered into the radio. “Stitch is dead, and Whittle’s about to be. I don’t know about the underside people, but I think they’re goners too. At least, Yorrick’s dead, seeing all these skulls littered on the floor. I’m dead too, if I can’t get out of here quick. Is Airplane still at the high school? Send him here. I need to get out. I’m just outside the museum. Do not respond, unless it’s completely quiet. Over.” Mommy put her radio in her lap and took in a deep breath, and held it, staying as quiet as possible. She knew if she made even so much as a pebble bounce across the floor, she’d be a dead woman. Please, someone, come rescue me. Airplane loved his arms. First off, they were ripped. His flexed muscles were the size of tennis balls. They had been excellent assets in the wooing of ladies, but now they were excellent assets for something else too: flying. At will, he could turn his arms into a pair of airplane wings, complete with engines. Well, usually at will. Sometimes they randomly turned into the wings, which was sparking inconvenient, especially while he was sleeping. Speaking of sleeping, he was in Zip’s office talking to him at that very moment about his sleeping arrangements. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to share a bed with Stitch, but he didn’t want to share a bed with Stitch. “I guess we could put Stitch in Refill’s bed, considering the results of that attack, but I’m not sure Stitch would like the smell of i--” He was cut off as something came through the radio. Airplane could just barely make out a whisper of a voice through the sounds of fighting in the background. “This is Mommy at the museum. Stitch is dead, and Whittle’s about to be. I don’t know about the underside people, but I think they’re goners too. At least, Yorrick’s dead, seeing all these skulls littered on the floor. I’m dead too, if I can’t get out of here quick. Is Airplane still at the high school? Send him here. I need to get out. I’m just outside the museum. Do not respond, unless it’s completely quiet. Over.” The radio cut out. Airplane smirked. Of course. The ladies were always asking after him. “Well, I guess that solves one problem,” Zip said, frowning. “The room’s all yours.” Airplane cocked his head at Zip. “Good.” Turning his arms into wings and growing a cockpit over his head, he angled his arms up and revved his engines, watching Zip’s face turn from impassive to distressed. “See ya,” Airplane said with a false smile, and blasted through the roof. ...and through the next roof, and the next roof. His head rang and his vision swam as he tried to right himself in the sky. Stupid three-story building. Orienting himself to the big floating museum in the sky, he rotated his arms and took off. The night air was chilly on his bare back, but he didn’t mind. He hadn’t worn a shirt ever since Calamity had visited him, and rarely before then. He slowed as he approached the museum, searching for the olden-timey looking lady. He landed on the floating floor, stumbling right into the wall. Except the wall was soft and yelped quietly. “You made it!” Mommy shouted quietly. “Quick, get me out of here!” Airplane turned so she was facing his back. “Hold on.” Mommy wrapped her arms around his chest and squeezed tight as Airplane took off into the night. He flexed his abs for Mommy to feel as they flew. You like that, don’t’cha? Just like all the other ladies. As soon as they were a good distance away from the museum, Airplane slowed down, to give Mommy a chance to enjoy holding onto him as they flew. She wouldn’t get that much of a chance to without fighting off the flock of women that always chased after him after they got back.

Potential solution: Have the balloons just hit the roof, so that the roof explodes and rains destruction down on the jungle, killing Lightwards once but everyone else manages to avoid the debris/heal, and the museum stays floating? I'm going to add Mommy escaping w/ Airplane to my Mommy post, just so that that's all done in one post.

Mommy's gonna get a ride from Airplane.

I don't think you're too far off. So...is her post good, or is she going to be eaten by a dinosaur?

THERE'S MORE THAN ONE OF HER, AND THEY'RE SOLDIERS?!?!?!

I just made up the name and decided that he could grow small airplane engines from his armpits and fly. She's hiding outside, on the little landing my headcanon says exists.

I'm the one who didn't get it. "Shawl" "Shaw-l" Kredik Shaw.

The destination is Anywhere you want it, that's the place you need it, anywhere you want it, oh! Sorry not sorry.

I..I... ...don't like dogs very much. Also, here's my Mommy post. Should this work for everyone? And on the same note, I'm thinking of a more technical definition for Mommy's powers: Returning things to their perfect state, as long as it doesn't require a) manipulating any matter that is actually part of the object or moving things that are too big.

It's true! And dihydrogen monoxide is also one of the leading causes for electronics failure! The government needs to get on this!

*cough cough* I win the naming things after Sanderson things game. *cough cough*

Why did this thread die? I must revive it! Part 1 of a text conversation between my friend and I: To be continued...

This thread has gotten too on-topic. And so, I present this:

Fixed that for you.

I'm throwing my vote in as a member of the LDS/Mormon faith. And I'm pretty much in the same boat as slowswift here: OH MY GOODNESS WHY HAVEN'T I HEARD THIS BEFORE?!

I would like Mommy at least to survive.

I pictured a small landing outside the door poking out like 6 feet. (I, uh...totally forgot about the doors and thought that it was just a big arched opening. )

Okay new plan: Ballooner sees all the death on the underside of the museum, decided to not die and books it. Mommy is still outside the museum (some of the concrete outside of it was brought up, right?) and sees the Ballooner and calls out for a ride, which he provides.

*purses lips* Fatebreaker, your move.

So what if, as soon as they see diamond growing on the zeppelin, Ballooner jumps off and confronts Lightwards?

Right. I'll think of something...

Just emailed him asking if I could take over his characters. He should respond to his email this weekend. Also, I'll write up a Mommy post, tonight or tomorrow. I assume that the MEE has some radios that they can contact each other with, and that's what Mommy will use as an escape plan. Kobold, I'm going to have Mommy clean the rest of the blood off of Lightward's jacket. Is that okay?

I was going to write a post for her when I got home on Monday. Maybe she'll surrender and then appeal to Funtimes when she gets back.

So, uuummm...how are the surviving members of the MEE going to get down?