Juros heads for his room. "Yeah... you know what? It's just a thought. A thought more complicated than I gave it credit for and I'm tired. See you guys tomorrow."

NEXT DAY:

Nivi had made breakfast for the group and is smiling as she eats at the commons table with the other three. "Good morning, everyone. Sleep well, I trust?"

Juros says, "I was out like a light. Slept heavy and woke up bright!"

Nivi giggles.

"Hahahah.  Like, poet don't know it!"

Kevin gives Nivi an aloha sign and smile.  "Dude.  I've said it before, I'll like, say it again.  Hah.  Best boss ever!  I mean like, who else gets to like, wake up to a radical home-cooked breakfast at work!?  Hahahahahah.  Like, thanks a mil, Nivi!  Hah.

"Sleep was awesome.  Hah.  Had a radical dream of opening up a burger joint with my awesome friends!"

  "As unfortunate as some of our past jobs have been, the fast food industry would likely not be a step up.  Even with the company involved."

Nivi smiles brightly at Kevin and says, "You're very welcome." then taps her lips with her index finger, pondering. "Hmm... burger joint... well unless we subbed the meat for something else, I wouldn't be able to partake."

Juros says, "....poor Nivi. You're vegetarian?"

Nivi says, "All Blissians are. We are herbivores. Meat doesn't do too well in our stomachs."

Juros says, "Dang. Sorry."

Nivi shrugs. "I grew up this way. Don't know what I'm missing. But I heard a lot of substitutes can come so close to the actual taste, even connoisseurs wouldn't know the difference."

Juros says, "Sounds like a plan. Because when Kevin mentioned burgers, I started thinking that sounded like such a good idea for lunch later."

"Burgers and pizza with friends after a yummy breakfast, Haha.  It's like, so rough at this job!  Hahahah.  'Dude, you like, forgot the part where you get kidnapped!'  Hah.  'Like, no way.  I didn't forget.   Totally worth it for the friends I've made!'  Hahahahah.  Woah.  That says a lot about fast food like, not being a step up, though!  Hahahah."

On the question of meat he shrugs.  "Whatever counts as a healthy diet for your species is real important if you wunna be like, at the top of your game!'  Hahahah."

  "Well, at least they can still enjoy some fries."  Probably!  Not that it counts as a healthy diet either way.

  Of course as a Barrakian, the average burger for sale is practically bite sized for Hakkof.

Nivi says, "I checked my email while I was cooking for you guys and the photographers sent us copies of all the photos. Wanna see?"

Juros says, "You bet!"

The photos are, of course, highly professional. Only severely self-conscious people might find these photos to be bad or embarrassing. Despite Juros seeming humble about his being photographed earlier, he seems rather pleased with how his pictures turned out. But he seems just as pleased at how everyone Else's turned out also.

Kevin chuckles and aloha signs.  "'Dragon's Breath spicy fries!  Like, the most extreme fries in the skies!'  Hahahahahah.  They really are like, totally tasty."

When he sees the pics, he cheers.  "Woah!  Like, radical!  Lookin' totally awesome, dudes!  Like, photogenic to the max!"

  "I'm surprised I turned out allright.  Not so much for the rest of you."

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Nivi says, "Of course you turned out alright, Daminicaverius Hakkof. Why wouldn't you?"

Pizza is, in fact, ordered later on so that the group can enjoy the very pizza that sponsored their first calendars. :D

Over pizza dinner, Nivi informs the group of their latest job: Escort mission! Some barrakian princess wants this group to escort her from her palace to her friend's palace.

"Like, I'm not surprised.  Hah," Kevin answers Hakkof with a grin, "You're like, a poster dude for Barakian Badassery!  Hahahahahahah!"

To Nivi he smiles and adds, "'Cause he's like, totally modest!  Hahahah!"

During pizza party time, Kevin enjoys play-acting his favorite food ads.  When escort mission comes up, he laughs.

"Dude!  Literally, 'The princess is like, in a different castle!'  Hahahah!  I can totally see it now:  Hah:  Radically hard to please princess with like, totally refined taste rolls up in a limo, hah, and is all, 'Do you have any sponsor brand pizza?' 'Like, But of course!'  Hahahahahahahaha!"

  Why would a princess want to be escorted by people who were most recently famous for getting kidnapped?... Or maybe they expect to be kidnapped anyways, and figure 'well, at least they broke out'?

  "Well, do you know which princesses are involved?"

Nivi nods, "Princess Eleanor is who we are escorting. Her friend is Princess Fanilar." Nivi looks clueless on Kevin's joke, but Juros at least affords a smirk and chuckle.

Juros asks, "When do we do this?"

Nivi says, "Monday of next week. Until then, we pretty much do whatever we want."

"Woo!" Kevin cheers, "Vacation!  Hahahahah!"

He does a celebratory hand plant and aloha wave.  Then puts on sunglasses, turns on some party music, grabs a nurf ball, and starts sports-casting an imaginary game.

"There's the snap.  Hah.  Fakes a handoff.  Hah.  There' like, going for a sac!  Hah.  Kevin's giving ground!  Hah.  Juros is open!  Hahahah!"

Kevin tosses the ball in a high arc toward Juros.

  "We'll probably be dealing with all the boring stuff, Kevin.  That's why it's a job."  He resists the urge to intercept the foam sports object.

Juros catches the ball. "I'd like to think hanging out with a princess would be more exciting than boring."

Nivi looks to Juros and Hakkof. "Kevin's probably talking about the week we are waiting before the job. After all, I did say we can do whatever we want until then."

Kevin shrugs. "Boring like, totally beats being forced to fight in a gladiatorial arena.  Hah.  But yeah.  Like, what they said.  Hah."

He opens his hands to be ready to catch any Juros passes.

"I wonder if either of the princesses are like, fans of ours, Hahah."

  Hakkof really doubts 'maybe they are fans' would be so in his case, but then he has kind of a coasting on personal acceptance view of himself compared to other Barrakians.

  "True, though we do whatever we want on our off time anyways.  So I guess that means we're almost always on vacation?" No wonder you wanted to keep working for the bunny.

Nivi says, "Glad you asked. The very reason we were hired is because the princess is a fan of ours."

Juros ohs. "Gosh. Fans? I never thought of myself as someone with fans..."

Kevin cheers!  "Woa-ho-hoa!  Hahahah.  Like, radical!  With royal fans we're like, moving up in the world, Hahaha."

He smiles and Aloha signs at the guys.  "Fans is why the photo shoot, hah.  So if our fame like, keeps snowballing, we'll be living on easy street!  Hah.  But like, living up to fan expectations can be totally tough!  Hah.  So like, don't forget to floss!  Hahahahahah!"

Especially important for a dude who'll eat anything and is always smiling.

  "Well, I doubt any of us will blow most of our money on a castle we can't afford to keep.  Even with royalty becoming involved."

The team has fun for a week. Eventually, the day comes and the team meets up with the barrakian princess. She's a little girl, no older than 10. She looks ready to burst for how excited she is to see the group.

A frowning prune of a barrakian middle-aged woman goes over the rules with the team. The princess rolls her eyes and blows upward on her bangs while slouching to the side.

Once the rules are read, though, the group is gathered with the princess inside the royal escort vehicle. The princess immediately wants to hug the bunny, pet the puppy, have Kevin show of some fancy moves and have Hakkof show off his muscles.

Prune-face forbids fancy moves inside the escort vehicle. Which is, by the way, rather sizable. (Think Millennium Falcon, you have a decent-sized main room complete with game table)

Kevin payed close attention to the rules and even turned them into an acronym to help memorize them.

"D.U.D.E.  Hah.
Don't like, let her out of your sight.  Hah.
Under no circumstances are you to like, deviate from the itinerary.  Hahah.
Do mind your manners.  Hah.
Extreme caution!  Hahahah."

When forbidden from showing off, he laughs and winks at the princess.  "I'll like, tell ya what isn't against the rules.  Hahahah.  Fist-pound from radical little babe!  Hahahah!"

He offers the princess a fist-pound.

  Because a frowning plum would just be silly.

  Hakkof waits for official fistbump completion before FLEX MC MUSCLETIME NOW WITH DYNAMIC FLEX FLEXING FOR FLEXING FLEXNESS.

  Look, if you are self conscious about it then you can't even flex in front of a mirror.  This things just happen for proper flexing.

The princess fist-bumps Kevin, squeaks and blushes! Then puts her hands on her cheeks oh-my-ing at Hakkof's muscles. (For ease of imagination, we'll just say it's Miniel as a barrakian princess)

Miniel asks the team how they met.

Nivi's side of the story is that she was looking to get a crew together and a crew practically landed on her lap. She tells of how they crew may have had a rough start luck-wise, but never did they get at each others' throats. A fact she is extremely grateful for.

Juros' side of the story is that he just wanted to find work as a mechanic / technician and when he saw a blissian was hiring, he jumped on the chance. Since then, he has been enjoying the company and friendship of Nivi, Kevin and Hakkof.