Oh Kevin, we knew Nivi hired you for a reason.  Outside of being XTREEME 90s.

  "This is why I only make harmless jokes about nerds instead of having actual dislike for them.  Though shoving people into lockers has turned out to be a practical job skill more often than reasonable."

Juros is blushing about all the acknowledgement, and gives Kevin a high-paw. Yes his tail has a hand at the end, what of it? "Thanks guys. But we're not out yet."

Nivi was right, though. Just around the corner, the group can hear footsteps coming closer.

Nivi looks around, spots a utility closet and points at it before rushing to it and hiding.

Juros follows and hides with her.

Kevin thumbs-ups at Nivi's silent suggestion, his pinky sticking out out of force of habit, and heads into the closet.  Once inside he immediately begins looking for ye olde "avoid contact with eyes" cleaning supplies..  Just in case Juros's new taser isn't enough to one-shot the badguy for whatever reason.

  Kevin's common sense is why Hakkof invested in protective eyewear.  Though on that note, on go ze goggles (That do something) as he shoves himself into the storage closet with the rest.

And it works! The guards walk past the place and go their merry way! Metal Gear Solid tactics are go!

Once she is sure the guards have passed, Nivi exits the closet and continues heading away from the arena door. There HAS to be some computer room Juros can access to find a way out of here before alarms get raised...

Lucky for the group, it is only a matter of minutes before Juros finds such a room and hacks the computers to find a map layout of the place and soon after that, the commands for releasing prisoners and such.

A few button pushes later and everywhere but the team's pathway out of here is blocked off while the prisoner's doors are also opened.

The team is able to make it out of the arena complex without any issue and even find a vehicle! Juros grins mischievously and hotwires the thing before letting Hakkof take the wheel. After all, it IS designed for barrakians.

"Like, yay for not having to fight more Barakians!  And free cleaning supplies!  And radical eye wear!  And like, amazing hackers who totally win at life!  Thanks again for like, saving the day, Juros!  I should like, get you a case of ice cold sponsor beverage, hahahahahahahah!"

He motions like he's dumping a cooler on Juros, "Imaginary cooler dump for the MVP, hahahahah!"

  Yeah, even though Juros could reach the controls and pedals at the same time, there is still that matter of seeing where they are going.  So he gets to driving.

  "Can you believe some people consider a small bucket of that a challenge, instead of a victory reward?  Still, I am starting to become concerned with our luck with jobs.  We have to turn around because of a Forest Of Doom.  Then a letter delivery gets someone kidnapped.  Flower delivery gets us all thrown into a gladiatorial pit.  At this rate, catering for a small child's birthday party will incite a civil war."

OOC: Silly Q. Ground or air vehicle? I'm assuming ground.

Assumption confirmed: Ground vehicle.

Juros is blushing and then winces again and collapses. "Man that smarts... but thanks, Kevin. Nice words. Ow."

Nivi says, "We have got to get to a hospital as soon as possible."

Nivi sighs and glances to Hakkof. "I agree, Hakkof... as soon as we get Juros fixed up and get ourselves off this planet, I'm going to officially disband. Clearly... this was a venture not meant for me. And my attempts to get you all some form of paying job have only met with serious and deadly danger. We barely have enough money to eat and at the cost of getting hurt."
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Kevin smiles at Hakkof's bucket comment and nods. "And like, sometimes it's both a reward and challenge!  Hahah.  Fun times."

He nods to Juros and aloha-signs with a smile.  "Like, credit where it's totally due, dude.  You've totally earned some chill time, so like, take it easy, dude."

To Nivi he headshakes, "Dude, like, no way!  Murphey's been gunning for us hardcore but we've like, pulled together and survived through radical teamwork!  Can you imagine just how doomed we'd be by now if we like, didn't have each other to rely on?  Like, woah!  So like, the last thing The Extreme Delivery Dudes should do right now is disband."

He suspects it's Juros specifically who's jinxed, but he's not going to say anything.  That's the last thing the dude needs to hear and he might just try and leave for the sake of the team.  Which would only lead to another rescue mission.
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  "I suppose at the very least, it would be hard to find a job with as pleasant an employer.  The worst part about these jobs would have happened anyways."  He is trying hard to not just outright agree with Nivi, considering most jobs he worries about getting shot at tend to clear up by shooting those problems instead.

Nivi says, "I don't doubt we helped each other, Kevin. But wouldn't have had to if we hadn't gone on these ventures in the first place."

Juros says, "I refuse... to give in. You disband, know that I will continue to try to find that job for us on my own if I have to. And if my luck continues, I will die or worse without your help."

There is that infamous Grenu defiance.

Nivi says, "You shouldn't guilt people into doing what you want, Juros. But we'll talk about this more after you've been patched up. OK?"

"Hahahahahahahah.  Like, Juros has gone to holding himself hostage, dudes!  Like, don't worry, Juros.  Like Nivi said, no one's disbanding while you're recovering, dude.  And like, totally appreciate you being willing to risk your life to get me a job and all, but like, you're gunna get me all choked up with your super-hero level selflessness.  Hah."

To Nivi he smiles and nods, "Like, totally agree with Hakof!  Hahah.  You're like, the most radical boss lady I've ever had!  Hahahah.  And like, he's totally right that bad stuff like, totally happens either way.  Hah."

  Oh Spite, our old friend.  You have found a good doggy.

  "Juros, do you really think you are incompetent enough to get killed taking more delivery jobs without us?  Because that's what it sounds like you are saying if the end result is 'and then I die'.  Instead of 'and then I put their own slave collar on them'"

  Well, uh... At least Hakkoff is trying to be encouraging? We think.

Juros looks up at Hakkof, gives him a weirded out expression, and says, "If getting beaten to death by traps, a slave trade, a Barrakian fighting arena, or a creepy cursed forest is considered incompetent in any shape or form, I think you need to re-read the dictionary." Juros is still a nerd first, after all. "But yes. I am saying I would die from all that if alone... though when you mention me putting my slave collar on my slaver, that does kinda make me sound cool, doesn't it?"

Nivi says, "Thanks for everything guys."

The group arrives at a hospital!

"Hahahah.  Like, Juros has like, found that radical zone where you know you're awesome, but like, not invincible!  Hahah.  Dude!  We should like, make a movie about our adventures then like, retire on the royalties!  Hahahahahahah!"

At the hospital he gives the desk person a quick run-down of the injuries.  "So like, it is illegal to kidnap and severely injure people, right?  Should I like, use your phone to call the police?"

  "Juros, we just left where my local dictionary lists for the definition of 'entertainment'.  So I would assume you be thankful I didn't spend a lot of time reading it."

  Hakkoff drops people off at the proper entrance then parks properly.  Soon after showing up in person.  "We are still moving under our own power, this isn't severely injured."  See previous comments about local dictionary.

Juros responds to Kevin. "Not invincible is right... awesome? ...hmm, yeah." he gives a goofy grin.

To Hakkof, Juros says, "I don't *feel* like it is anything severe like internal bleeding. But that's up to the doctor to figure out."

The nurse (a female barrakian) listening to Kevin is annoyed and says, "What do you take us for?! Barbarians?! Of course kidnapping and injuring people is illegal!"

She waves a hand to some other barrakians, who grab Juros and take him into a back room while she has Kevin, Nivi and Hakkof fill out paperwork.

Meanwhile, another barrakian calls the police.
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"Hahahah.  Bad dictionary, dude."

Kevin of course thanks Hakkof for the front door service.  He headshakes at the not severely injured comment.  "Dude!  Like, totally bad dictionary!"

He thumbs at Hakkof and explains to the nurse, "Like, he would be part of why I wasn't sure.  And then there's like, delivering flowers one minute, the next like, fighting for survival in a gladiatorial arena for the entertainment of a huge crowd.  So like, from our experience, helpful babes like you have totally been the exception to the rule.  So like, thanks!  Hahahah."

  Barrakians still totally dress like Barbarians though, because it's cool.

  "You make it sound like I wasn't kidnapped too, Kevin."  Though he IS the one who drove the stolen car, (That Juros hotwired) maybe that's where Kevin is getting his expectations from?

  Regarding paperwork progress, he puts his pain rating as the just sort of annoyed face.

Batsignal spins towards viewer and then away.

Next scene, all 4 of the group are checked, aided, and released. Juros takes a little longer because he was the most injured (what? Hakkof is tough!) but Hakkof is also a bit more injured than Hakkof likely expected.

Either way, all of them are told to take it easy, but Juros is released with some kind of special elastic brace wrapped around his ribs. "According to the doc, I had some internal damage, but they were able to fix it... and I had a broken rib and two cracked ribs. But they fixed that also. They said I'll have to not do anything strenuous for a week, but after that, their medications should have it fully healed by then."

"No way, dude!  Hahah.  Like, your the one going, 'Totally not serious injuries,' and like, 'Kidnapped?  Hah!  That was like, entertainment!'  Hahahah.  So like, I'm wondering what it takes to count as a real crime in in Macholand.  'Like, complaining about a little booboo like broken ribs is totally a crime, dude.  Duh!'  Well like, I totally pity the fool that crosses Hakkof...  No wait...  Like, totally don't pity that shock collar button pressing loser!  Hahahah!

"Like, radical, Juros!  Hah.  Totally stoked to hear you'll be gettin' better soon, dude!  Hahah.  This like, totally calls for a celebration!  So like, what's your fave food joint, dude?"

  Hakkof totally isn't suffering the aftereffects of overcompensating for years before he settled down.  That would be crazy.

  "We could get take out and buy an oversized stain resistant pillow, but I doubt booth seating is too strenuous."

Juros says, "Until we can get off world, I defer to the locals. Maybe Hakkof knows a popular restaurant."

After a recommendation from Hakkof, Nivi and Juros head off with Kevin and Hakkof to get food. The food is primarily meat, but includes a little bit of veggie on the side.

Nivi says, "Alright... so instead of waiting until we're off planet... shall we discuss our future here while eating?"

Kevin chows down on the yummy food.  "Like, great pick, Hakkof!  Hah."

He considers Nivi's question.  "I think we should like, go to the news, dudes.  Hahah.  Like, we've been through so much gnarly stuff, they could make a movie out us if word got out.  After that, we should like, do endorsements and junk.  Hah.

"'Like, I use Spotless Brand cleaner for those Extreeeme stains!'  Hahahahah!"

  "Unless they change the details just barely enough to be legally distinct.  Besides which, Nivi and Juros may not desire a publicized reminder of what happened." Still, at least Kevin is trying to think of options.

  He looks to the bunny, and says "So far it has been odd jobs when available, which honestly isn't much different than what I was already doing."  And it usually involved much more gunfire, or at least having the risk of it be a normal expectation.

  "Despite the results suggesting otherwise, none of us have done anything wrong going about things.  Which does leave you wondering how you improve from there."  Oh, the difficulties of articulating the fact you are a bunch of protagonists, therefore not exempt from the random encounters table and other such things glossed over for nameless NPCs.