Good Morning, Good Morning!

Mission Summary

Even at 8:30am, as pilots began filtering into the fort, the evil daystar could be felt burning its radiant heat through the atmosphere and into the pavement we would soon be traversing.

The crew packed their precious and precisely prepared procurements for our destination. Since our flight would not be exceedingly long, there was no need to sterilize it with ionizing radiation. The question was, where could 13 pilots land and consume these treats without being overrun by civis and with protection from the harmful rays of the daystar? Mission Leader Diva was hot on the trail of a solution. Cosima was recuited, snapped into action, and developed a flight path to a destination worthy of our crew and mission needs. Three maggots found their wingmates and pilots sensitive to daystart radiation applied protective chemicals to their skin.

With high spirits, heavy cargo, and four hams monitoring the airwaves, we took off. The skies were clear and bright and Skunk’s well crafted life support sent positive vibes into space. As we passed through the city, small children stood slack-jawed in our wake.

We found our way to Tufts park and beelined our way to the large tree in the corner providing much needed shade. It was there that we laid down the full bounty and set up cooking stations. Shade, food, pilots, friendly dogs, and a tardis, what more could a pilot want.

Snow set up a cooking station to prepare sausages and fried plantains after laying out some of his lovely homebrewed earth beverages. Wombat rode to a local market to acquire donuts. Diva provided delicious homemade vegan crumpets to be eaten with butter and jam as well as much appreciated citrus based libation. Cosima cut up amazing homemade quiche with handmade crust carried in heavy crockery. Skunk deployed his dangerous espresso demon brew, and Threespeed provided dinnerware. Dr. Claw’s Taza chocolate, Patent Pending's donuts and cinnamon bread, Kilo3’s bagels and cream cheese, Deadbride's veggie salad with feta, Red Squirrel’s hashbrowns and fruit, Scubado’s Aperol, and Henway’s bread and sweet almond tart were all spread out on our fine picnic blanket.

Across the way many canines were roaming loose from their owners. One such fellow found the hearty scents of Snow's sausages too much to resist and headed over to investigate. His owner crept up along the other side of the tree we were beneath, preparing for retrieval of said pup. As soon as the dog spotted his owner he hightailed it the other way, past pilots, and directly though the entire picnic feast. Pilots cheered as fur flew, and plates of tomato and cucumber salad flung into the air. The dog escaped to the other side of our picnic spread and into the green field of freedom on the other side.

After ring toss, tardis visits, and the spotting of a strange large gray tubular plastic flying alien, we made our way home. Skunk managed to plant a barnacle in the top underside of a gazebo. The dizziness of the day star sent us in a spiral around the Grackle. Diva had a minor mechanical and Patent Pending abandoned ship and sustained minor injury. We rode across paths covered in a strange fluffy seed-like substance and flew through deep jungle-like vegetation.

On our last stretch home, we intercepted a gigantic congregation of civis clogging our flightpath. Apparently the Boston system was Calling civis to congregate on foot in large numbers. STs attempted to corral them into order. We needed to cross that hyberspace byway to make it back to the fort. The chaos seemed insurmountable. With no other option we forced our way through the hoard and made it safely to the other side and home with full bellies and big grins.



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100 point Food Wrangling Bonus: Cosima's homemade quiche
50 point Food Wrangling Bonus: Snow's grilled plantains and sausages
50 point Food Wrangling Bonus: Red Squirrel's grilled hashbrowns

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