Mission Summary

It was a swampy evening but a mighty crew of eighteen pilots braved the wild font-laden skies in search of PAPYRUS and its lesser cousin COMIC SANS. We zipped around downtown and spotted a few comic sanses right off the bat, and a few papyruses to shake our fists at. There were approximately 5000 minor mechanicals. After a minor navigational mishap on Mass Ave we ended up searching for a jughandle that didn't exist, and did a circle around Kenmore. We ended up in Downtown Crossing which was chock full of fonts but Papyrus was scarce. We crossed the river and stopped to refuel at Luna 7-11 where we chalked the place up with our best impressions of fonts. Then we searched for a bathroom. Many pilots preferred no g-wells but we did g-wells anyway and visited Fort Tower for a high class fuel dump. Finally, navigator Wombat led us through the lush and tony back streets of Cambridge at an increasingly fast pace in order to squeeze in a few more Papyruses before a possible mutiny. All was well in the end and many fonts were pointed and shouted at. Mission success!

*Medal of Injury to Stella for scraping her leg or something

Fonts spotted in the wild:
* Comic Sans on Mass. Ave. Chinese Restaurant "Flame"
* Papyrus on signs for Back Bay Physical Therapy and Pour Le Corps in 2nd floor windows on Clarendon St. in Back Bay
* Papyrus at The Kendall hotel
* Comic Sans at The Learning Circle preschool on Highland Ave.
* Curlz at Tasty Momo on Medford Street in Magoun
* Papyrus on Olde Magoun Saloon side hype menu in Magoun
* Comic Sans on Sound Bites awning in Ball Square
* Papyrus at The Burren in Davis
* Papyrus at Thistle & Shamrock convenience store on Walden Street near Porter

Mission Report

iiwy m Htp, friends and fellow pilots. Heck of a mission last night. We flew many lightyears, escaped the black hole at the center of our fair city, consumed trash cupcakes, triumphed over many (many) mechanicals and communication challenges, and - oh yeah - we saw some foooooonts. And yelled at them.

We got a bit of a late start with a sizeable battalion of 16 pilots and 2 cadets. Pilots took the opportunity to show off their sansational gear and apparel - particularly notable was Acehole's Comic Papyrus nametag (two great tastes that taste great together). Cosima planned and led the mission, Wombat took point as navi, and vomit kept our tail tidy. With three life support officers, the grooves were plentiful. Goose gave every pilot a high-five as we departed the hanger, setting the posi vibes for the evening. Also there was a very good pupper.

Our mission flew a great distance through many notable constellations and black holes, as our search for fonts took us all over the Boston, Cambridge, and Somerville systems. Some of the starpaths we traveled were very enthusiastically textured in ways that were kind neither to our jibblies nor our navigational thrusters, but we stayed true to our mission's purpose and Found! Some! Fonts! While occasionally the font-ain ran dry, our navi led us true to some seriffic signage across the various systems. We also encountered many enthusiastic civilians, especially along Commonwealth Starpath and as we flew through Porter and Davis constellations. Timing our flight through Davis as the various canteens discharged their patrons was a stroke of genius and netted us many hoots and hollers and high-fives. Several civilians, including some on dinghys, joined our battalion for short portions of the mission and BaneThunderwolf deployed sticker bag with great skill and enthusiasm.

Last week's mechanical-free mission clearly unbalanced the universe, as all those mechanicals decided to join this mission instead. Hooboy. So many mechanicals. While several cleared quickly without bag deployment, both Circus Peanut and Catastrophe needed some personal attention and demanded a full company halt. Circus Peanut was overwhelmed by the gravity at the Common black hole and just would. Not. Start. She also decided that she wanted a lil snack and took a nice toothy bite out of my leg, earning my first medal of injury. While a pit crew assembled to do some troubleshooting, Cosima took the opportunity to review and revise our comms strategy -- with three life support vehicles, there were some difficulties communicating up and down the line. After Circus Peanut was cleared for duty (no obvious issue was found; pilot error remains a possibility; my bad), we mounted back up and continued our attempt to achieve escape velocity. While paused at a pulsar, Lordmcfuzz balanced The Mighty Nein against an active snax transport. ""The pilot of this heavy transport is texting," they said. "What could possibly go wrong? " Answer: several things could have gone wrong, but none of them did. Winning!

After our journey through Kenmore and Downtown Crossing, we traversed the Charles Asteroid belt via the Longfellow Byway and stopped at Luna 7-11 for snax. Truck Stop passed around trash cupcakes and a vigorous discussion of pickleballs¹ ensued, including the status of worms in said pickleballs and whether Vlasic had a competitive advantage in the pickleball game. Dead Bride deployed chalk bag and we wrote Papyrus on various surfaces. There's gonna be some heckin confused college kids come Monday morning.

Shortly after departing Luna 7-11, Catastrophe decided to live up to its name and throw its propulsion transfer conduit. Meownderthal deployed tool bag and revised the seating of the primary thruster while EndCashBail did his best impression of a gantry. Thankfully, catastrophe was reverted and we were able to continue after the break.

As we approached the threshold of our planetary rotation, several pilots made it known that their need for a fuel dump was increasingly pressing. A stop in Porter Constellation failed to turn up any Tardises (Tardii?) or fuel transfer depots, and so our mission leader determined that a trek down Starpath Highland (one of those previously-mentioned excitingly turbulent starpaths) and a stop at Fort Tower was the best option for fluid transfer. We also spotted some appropriately futuristic fonts at Supreme Kitchen. Thanks, threespeed, for saving the day.

As "late" turned progressively into "early", we continued through the Magoun (PAPYRUS!!), Ball (PAPYRUS!!!) and Davis (PAPYRUS AND ALSO EXCITED CIVILIANS!!!!) constellations before passing through the starpaths of Cambridge on our return to the landing pad.

While Punchy and Acehole burned up prior to reentry, we met our mission objectives, saw! those! fonts!, busted the funk, stayed out past our bedtimes, and had a heckin' good time. Fontastic job, everyone.

^{1. I thought pickles reproduced by parthenogenesis, but I guess they're equipped for sexual reproduction. You learn something new every day!↵}