you've got a stake in the world we ought to share

[gone_byebye]

The door opens into a perfectly civilized waiting room that could be at any airport anywhere in the early twenty-first United States if it only had a few dozen more people and a good deal more chaos. As it stands, the Virgin Galactic facilities at Spaceport America are considerably more organized than anything currently in commercial operation. Life's good when you've got a vertical monopoly.

At the moment Peter Venkman- looking younger than the one from the Bar, and with somewhat blockier but still recognizable features to those who've met him- is talking with a few people in sober grey suits. One of them glances up at the newcomers, eyes going wide; Peter turns. "Okay, see," he says to the blonde woman nearest him, who's got the Virgin Galactic logo on the tag hanging from her suit jacket, "that would be what the President was talking about when he said extraordinary resources. Hey, kids. They've got the ship all ready for us."

"Maybe not entirely ready," says the VG representative. "We're going to need a couple of minutes to switch in a slightly bigger chair..."

"Yeah, you do that." Peter grins. "Okay. Now. Can I get some names here before we head off into black-sky country?"

As Ray moves forward to start making introductions, a woman's voice with faint traces of Punjabi and English accents comes over the loudspeakers. "Final preparatory tests are complete. Once boarded and secured, VSS Enterprise is ready for launch."

Comments

[bprd_agent_red]

Hellboy is surprised how well his suit fits, its hard to get clothes that will work on him. He looks around and out at the ship, "Hey Ray, think I can get a window seat?"

[gone_byebye]

"Won't be a problem," Ray says. "These planes're designed for people with a lot of money who want to see space for themselves. All the seats are window seats. And you get a really nice big porthole, too."

[bprd_agent_red]

"Great, sure beats the hell out of a garbage truck." Hellboy grins.

[gone_byebye]

"I can only imagine," Ray says. "Okay, then, I think we're set..."

(OOC: It's 3 AM where I am. I wish I could continue,b ut I'm losing coherency tonight. My apologies!)

[bprd_agent_red]

"Let's go stop someone from raisin' a buncha gods." Hellboy nodded.

[ooc: no worries I must be off too. I probably won't be back around til Friday though, m'sorry.]

[md_donighal]

Michael, who's just finished suiting up*, nods. "Time to save the world. I hope it's a habit I don't break again."

* Even if he were sure he could fly all the way there under his own power, which is debatable these days, he doesn't have an exact heading for the station and, what with space being the vastly hugely mind-bogglingly big place it is, doesn't want to fly around in a random orbit looking for it.