<<< Meeting of the Minds, Blob-Sack-Drew

[Blob]

Date: May 20th
Time: Late afternoon



There were times that Sanctuary felt like stifling. Fred wasn’t particularly all that claustrophobic, but sometimes if he really stopped to think about it…sometimes he wondered when this little bubble was going to burst. Right about now it felt like all kinds of hell was about to break loose and Fred Dukes frankly wanted to be anywhere else but where he was. Times like this, he felt like he could hardly breathe.

But what was going on?

Here he was locked in an out of the way barracks room with two other dudes, looking at each other with wary eyes. Sitting in a loose triangle in the middle of the room, three members of the Brotherhood brought together by happenstance and predicament silently contemplated the state of affairs. Sack, as unreadable as ever, stared unflinchingly forward through the sickly wet gelatinous goo. Drew looked a little uncomfortable, but Fred didn’t pay it much mind. Fred was the one who broke the silence. “So I think we can all agree on one thing,” he said with a frown tipped down on his colossal face. “Some fucked up shit goin’ on out there.”

It was the understatement of the century.

“Aliens? You really think those green bastards are down here with us?” It hadn’t been too long since the public announcement. An invasion of some kind had definitely taken place. Sanctuary loved its privacy, and there was a very good chance that the invasion hadn’t reached this far yet. But even if they weren’t there now…how long would it take until they figured out how to get to them? “Tell you one thing for damn sure, I ain’t getting’ anally probed by some sicko Martian prevert.” He folded butterball arms over his body with a huffing scowl. He didn’t roll like that.

But to be fair there was a lot more on his mind than anal probing anxiety. Thinking about some of it, Blob looked from Sack to Drew. “When’s tha last time anyone’s seen Rage?” It was an innocent enough question, but he just couldn’t pretend that he didn’t care at all. “It ain’t exactly like her to just take off for weeks at a time.”

[Sack]

Chillaxing in the barracks, the mutant glob of protoplasmic ooze reclined back on one of the provided couches of comforts. A finger idly stirred in the side of his skull, pushing against the glowing yellow sphere that was an eye, making it shift back and forth in its socket. It didn't hurt in the slightest, a little bit of amorphous oozing making it an easy task. The other eye idly stared, shifting to the six-ton thirty-pack of mutant tub that was Blob.

"You look a little out of breath there, buddy. Did you take the stairs instead of the elevator?" he asked, feigning genuine concern. Blob knew how he was, a little mocking, but not too vicious to those Sack had a fancy for. A grin played on his face despite the frown on Blob's. Somebody was obviously feeling a little threatened by the sudden alien invasion lurking over the major cities all across the globe. It was a full scale war that was about to fire off, Independence Day style.

Which, honestly, just sounded kinda badass if you asked Sack.

"I've seen some fucked up shit. You've taken fucked up shits. Are you really comparing your torpedos to floating ships? C'mon, Freddy, you know yours can sink a ship. It's no contest," the mutant sneered.

"I for one welcome our new alien overlords." Sack shrugged, kicking back, feet on the table. His toes wriggled. "That's just evolution, buddy. Survival of the fittest. Sometimes a species ships over to another place with no natural predators. The locals can fight, but it's just better for them to roll over and accept the newest member of the foodchains. That's what's happening here. By the sounds of it, these cunts are going to be our new bosses. Why not let 'em? We'd have a better stake for survival if things go south, right?"

Loyalty was such a fickle thing for Sack.

He snorted, a little bubble popping out of a nostril at the notion of being probed. "You'd break whatever probe they try to get up there, mang," Sack said, head tipping back with a quick cackle. "Probing's an art. If they try to get something up my ass, they'll be shitting blue for weeks! Hey, Drew, you ever taken a shit with a funny color? It'll be like that, except it starts wriggling on its way out. Kind of like a big blue tape worm."

His gelatinous form jiggled with a few 'kekeke's. Slicking back some purple strands that was 'hair', Sack shrugged. "Little Miss Tina? Fuck if I know. I haven't given her much attention since CAGE. Man, those were the days. A bunch of rowdy mutants who all knew where they were. God, that break out was fun. Can we do that again? We can make a human prison. I'll be the warden. I know how to treat my prisoners, mmmhm. Kekeke. But anyways, she's probably dead if she's been gone that long. No one's heard from her for a while now, so she's either ditched or died. Bitch ain't gonna come back after so long, anyways. She'd be a traitor, so unless she was caught by some Purifiers we'll kill her anyways. Heh... I've always wanted to stuff her throat so full that she chokes and it comes out of her nose."

Tilting his head toward Drew, Sack grinned. "A thousand no's can still mean yes when you make it mean yes."

[Sabre]

“You know the hot dog guy over by the library?”

Drew was pointing at the TV screen over in the corner then hesitated; he pointed a finger at Blob instead. “Correction... you know the hot dog guy over by the library.” Drew smiled at his own joke as he leaned back in his seat and grasped the strings on his hoodie, tugging on both of them so that the hem drew down around his face.

“Dude thinks it's some kind of hoax put on by the government to try to get humans and mutants all out in the open and working together or something. Says they're holographic displays. Says that there was a second coming of Christ twenty years ago that the government threw up there that was basically the same thing. Just a hologram. The guy is nuts!”

He suddenly disappeared and reappeared a heartbeat later, a hot dog in his hand. The speedster sank his teeth into the dog as he threw his feet up on the tabletop. “Makes a good dog though,” he said around a mouth full of cheap food.

The speedster listened to Sack rant and rave about how aliens were just a new species being introduced and if they were more powerful, to roll over and just take it. They guy was a hardcore Darwinist. Sometimes Drew wondered why there weren't more people like that in the Brotherhood, but couldn't really see why they'd argue for allowing someone with more power simply take them over. At the end of the day, nearly everyone in the Brotherhood was a hypocrite... because it wasn't about evolution or Darwinism for most of them. It was the simple fact that this had been the side they'd been born on, and they happened to have the better toys. It was simply a question of survival, and he couldn't blame the humans for putting up a fight. If most of the other Bhers were to be honest, they'd probably say something similar.

That likely made Sack the most honest member of the Brotherhood. Lame.

The conversation took a disgusting turn, not hard to do when you were eating in front of a blue jello man and a guy who was basically lard hanging off a super dense skeleton. “Dude... really?” Drew protested, pointing to his hotdog. The imagery brought to mind made him lose his appetite, and he ended up holding the half-eaten dish in his hand.

Fortunately it quickly turned to another subject.

Rage.

Maybe not so fortunate.

Drew listened in silence as Sack went on about the gal after Blob brought her up, pulling a face as he described what he'd like to do to her. “Man... I don't think she's dead. Descartes said he looked into her personnel file to see if she'd been sent off. Said she'd checked in after her last mission and she hadn't left Sanctuary since. So I bet she's still here in Sanctuary. At least... I hope she's not dead...”

The disappearances around Sanctuary had been bad enough. The thought that they had a serial killer loose in his beloved dome beneath the waves troubled the speedster more than he cared to admit. “She's probably just takin some leave, dude,” he finally said with a glance at Blob. He then looked back down at his hot dog, studying it, “She's not exactly the most social gal in the ranks... know what I mean?”

“Aw baby... I can't stay mad at you...” With that, Drew took another bite of his hotdog, his appetite returned.

[Blob]

“Damn straight they could,” Fred said with only a hint of a smile directed Sack’s way. If people were inclined to believe the rumors, Fred had actually made a guy pass out who was unfortunate enough to be entering the bathroom just as Fred was exiting. The rumors were true enough, and Fred had only said one word to the guy as he crumpled bonelessly to the floor. “Chili.” Shifting eyes took note of Drew’s discomfort and filed it away for future knowledge.

And of course Sack had to take it to a whole other level. Sitting there talking about breaking probes off in his ass and crapping wriggly little blue worms…it was too much for Fred. He jiggled with barely suppressed laughter. “You’re freakin’ killin’ me,” he said with a stupid grin.

The grin faded as Drew started talking about the hot dog guy, and he was about to express how much he wanted one when Drew disappeared and reappeared a few feet from where he had been with a hot dog in his hot little hand. Fred stared at it transfixed, all traces of jolliness erased from his features. “Didja get two of them bad boys?”

And though the subject technically changed to Rage, Fred kept half of his attention divided-watching Drew savor every last bite of that dog and getting hungrier by the second. He glanced disapprovingly at Sack with the joking about her. “Aw come on…that’s not funny. She’s not all bad.” His fat lips turned down he avoided eye contact after defending her. Deep down Fred was more than a little worried about her. He’d already come to grips with the fact that he actually cared about her, which was why Drew’s words about Descartes finding some kind of evidence that said she was alive and kicking was a relief that he clung to desperately.

Looking from Sack to Drew he nodded. “Yeah, she’s gotta be all right.” And he’d find out for sure…later. “What about this though?” He tried to ignore Drew as he talked to his last few bites and shoved them in his selfish cake hole. “I don’t know if the hot dog guy is right about it bein’ homograms, but either way I’m itchin’ for a fight. Maybe we need to go kick some green ass.”