@ScarletAndHerSides
“Is it made out of arsenic? And neon?”
“Is it made out of arsenic? And neon?”
“Yes I dont care,” Meg mumbled. “If it will help my stomach settle down, then gimme.”
“Arsenic is radioactive.”
"It's not radioactive, it's a bicellular neuroreactive carbon based compound."
“So? At least then I can have a joint funeral with-“ Meg’s voice caught in her throat and she slumped in her seat.
(Like sad not dead)
“Sorry,” she whispered.
"Um, it's pretty much a TUMS pill in gummy form. Here's one for you, Meg." she tossed it over.
“Oh shush. I’ll start singing the periodic table song.”
"They're not dead Meg," Lila spoke up, "Also Rogue are you sure these are safe for us to eat?"
“Thanks.” Meg caught it easily and chewed it quickly.
(Oh man these are so out of order sorry ._.)
"Anyways, back to your seats, I'm turning the artficial gravity on."
"Yeah, if a human adult can handle them, a teen could."
“Hallelujah,” Meg muttered.
"Thank god," Lila returned back to her seat.
"You won't die." she flipped the switch, and the gravity was on in a flash.
“So where are we going and when will we get here and how soon can I save my parents?” Meg asked, trying to keep her voice from wavering.
"Well, refueling, then decapitated space giant head, to get information. It's a galactic trade hub, we may get info there."
“Fun. I like space heads,” Margaret said sarcastically. “I hope the info is about our parents?”
"Do you think we will?" Lila asked her hand reached back into her pocket.
"Will what?"
"Will get information on Tommy?" Lila clarified.
"Him, totally. Our parents, most likely. Anything else? Who knows?" she said, playing with a red bean bag.
"Either way, there's a port near here. I'll stop there."
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