ten_fwd | NERF IT UP

It's about midday, the day after the pigs showed up to cause chaos, and that's when a loud beeping comes from all panels capable of transmitting comms signals.

A second later, a voice, and face, if you're near a viewscreen, pops up.

"Goood afternooon fellow passengers of the USS Enterprise. Legendary Outlaw and Guardian of the Galaxy Star-Lord, here, interrupting your normally scheduled comm traffic to bring a very important announcement."

Seems like Mr. Quill isn't done with his hacking escapades... Except this one seems to have worked.

"So... We seem to have a bit of a porcine problem, don't we? And, despite the valiant efforts of our security teams, it doesn't seem to be gettin' any better, huh? Well. I got two words for ya..."

He bends out of the view of the feed, coming back up with a bright yellow plastic gun.

"Nerf. Guns." He grins, obviously proud of himself. "Tried and tested. I figure it's more humane to blast 'em with foam bullets than vapourise the poor things... Even if I ain't had real bacon in a while. Plus, I'd hate to see one of these things end up in your fancy engine, or somethin'."

A pause.

"I know I ain't supposed to be hackin' into ships systems. I picked the least busy time in your subspace comms, and, hey, you folks don't make it a walk in the damn park. Anyway..." He scrubs the back of his head. "I'll make it easy for ya. Deck 7, Room 752. I ain't goin' nowhere, so, if you wanna toss me in jail, go right ahead."

And then a grin again.

"Until then, anyone who wants to Nerf it up, come on by. We got all kinds'a toys for just about everyone."

He's going to reach up and switch off the monitor. If Q wanted a show, fine. He was gonna get one... But no-one said nothing about other people not enjoying it. He grins to himself, clapping his hands together and turning to the replicator.

Things were about to get interesting.

((OOC: Open over the comms, in person, out and about shooting pigs... anything and everything. Come at me!))

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"Nerf guns?" Gaila asks, peering up the nearest PA speaker. What the...

The acting ensign turns on her heel and makes her way over Deck &, Room 752, glad that today she'd swapped out her normal loose trousers for leggings and knee-high boots.

"Nerf guns," she repeats once his door swishes open. There are some raised eyebrows.

Shooting? Yuna was there and excited. She had many talents but something she excelled in more than anything was aiming her gun. Of course she wasn't used to these since they weren't really but it was certainly fun.

She brought the gun up to her cheek and smile. "This is to much fun."

If there's one good thing about being Peter Quill AKA Star-Lord's roommate, it's that he's at least somewhat privy to his roomie's haphazard and crazy plans.

Well, most of the time.

(Because the shampoo-and-towel-stealing part is never going to be fun. Never. QUILL, GET YOUR OWN TOWEL GDI.)

In this case, Peter hasn't even had to leave his room for any of the announcement. He'd been settled in the common space looking through the few options Quill had already replicated so far, feeling a little like it's Christmas morning and he's about to get his dream gift.

"Man, you know I haven't played with these things since I was a little kid," he says, leaning forward to pick the closest one up, give it a quick test, maybe.

After her earlier encounter with the pigs, Peggy is curious about this new attempt at solving the problem of their newest 'guests'. And she wants to know what exactly a 'nerf' is.

When she finds the room, she's surprised that Star-Lord hasn't been thrown in the brig for hijacking the ship's systems. "I didn't understand most of what you said, but I am curious about these Nerf things."

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