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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 4:26 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 5:15 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 4:15 am
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Pengii was legit to fly, but she had snuck into the cargo bay, not really liking people. She hadn't know that her friend Kitter was on the plane, or that everyone was possibly nicer then they let on, but she didn't care. She was not a crowd girl. She was all decked out in her penguin slippers and beanie, wigglin to the beats of music on an mp3. She was curious after awhile though, and sticking her head out, people were stirred and talking. She walked, pretty unnoticed to the front, watching people, fascinated. She stopped and out of no where , "Turtles can breathe through their butts." She stood there, like it was the most natural thing to say.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 8:52 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 10:30 pm
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 6:45 am
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Cajunlullaby Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 6:55 pm
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Now that the captains have been changed, and Tim was now piloting, I could breathe a little easier. Not that Astrenose was a bad pilot. No. Umm, he was.... great. Yeah! It was sad to see him go, though, especially since he had to jump out of the plane over the state he was suppose to go to boot camp at. However I became more worried as Tim said she didn't know how to fly. It was the first day on the plane all over again.
I put my luggage in a safe, tight place, ya know? Just incase the plane does a few flips or so. "I'm here!" I called to Tim who was creeping into the passenger compatrtment. I had just made my way around the plane, making sure everything was still entact and handing out peanuts to those who asked for them. my favorite squirrel, and the second in command of my squirrel army, was sitting atop my shoulder. He refused to leave my side unless a strict order was given.
"Umm, Captain. Who is flying the plane?" I asked as I realized she was here and not in the cockpit -giggle-.
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 1:04 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 4:12 pm
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I run into the cockpit and ask: "Chase, are we flying?" Then I see it, our auto-pilot. "oh, it's you that's flying us. Great! I knew I should have known if Chase was flying us. Now I got everyone worried for nothing!" I looked at him ".." "What's that you said? Everyone'll think I'm crazy for not knowing if we're flying? Of course not! Everyone on board this plane knows I'm sane! That rhymed, funny eh?" "..." I nodded "yeah I know, I'm just a bit on edge here. Now I better go and inform Cajun that everything's perfectly fine, otherwise she might let her squirrel-army go crazy on the plane!" "...." "No. No, that's beavers. Squirrels don't normally chew on sticks. Although I can't guarantee anything with these fellas. Well, anyways, keep up the good work!" I left the cockpit well assured. With our trusty auto-pilot here I knew that at least someone would stick to their assigned post. I laughed. Ha! Damn right he would stick to his post, after all - he IS a stick! With a smile I loudly declared "Everything is fine, no need to panic! Stay calm and enjoy the ride"
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