Sysiyo and Sugar stare at the sleeping jedi-hooded figure on the floor. Well, they weren't too certain if the man (or woman, they weren't too sure that either) was really asleep because the cat puppet kept moving around, trying to curl itself into the robe's pocket.
Suddenly a stewardess was stading next to the two Finnlings, who tried very much not to look guilty.
Stewardess: "Err, do you two know this man?"
Sys: "Yes! He's a friend of ours. He isn't feeling well, I think I should take him into the bathroom to refreshen him up a bit."
Before anyone could protest, Sys had climbed over Sugar to the other isle, grabbed the jedi by his shoulders and started dragging him towards the bathroom. The cat puppet clearly didn't like this, as it was gnawing on Sys's arm all the way. When the bathroom door closed behind the three, Sugar and the flight attendant were left to state wide-eyedly at the door.
Stewardess: "Can I get you something, miss?"
Sug: "A Pepsi, please."
Before the stewardess could leave, Sugar's Dourif puppet rose to face her.
Sugar (in her best Drad Dourif -imitation voice): "I'll have whisky, please. Traveling with these folks is so damn hard."
Sugar (as herself): "Brad darling, I don't think it's such a good idea, we need to be sharp when we get to Pittsburgh."
Sugar (as the puppet): "Did you have to drag me along to this party anyway? And that friend of yours..."
As if on cue, loud grunting and the sound of a human body banging steadily against a wall could be heard from the bathroom into which Sys and the Jedi has disappeared a few moments ago.
Sugar (puppet): "See what I mean?"
Sugar: "Oh good dog..."
Stewardess: "So, do I bring the whisky?"
Sugar: "We can do without it, thank you."
The Dourif-puppet turned his head away and looked very annoyed. Sugar decided to let him be. The sounds coming from the bathroom got louder, until they were silenced after a muffled scream.
A few minutes later Sysiyo walked out, hair ruffled, buttoning his pants as he stepped out of the bathroom. He got a murdering look from Sugar as well as the Dourif hand-puppet as he walked back to his place.
Sugar (in a whisper so loud everyone could hear): "What do you think you were doing?"
Sys: "Joining the mile-high club. It's not everyday I find myself in an aeroplane's bathroom with another man."
Sug: "But... was he even councious?"
Sys: "Well... not really... his ass might hurt a bit when he wakes up."
Sug: "Really, you should stop... hey, what's that in your hand?"
Sysiyo looked at his right hand, which now held a blue cat puppet.
Sys: "Who the hell are you?"
Puppet: "The CheshireCat, didn't you recognise me?"
Sug: "But... but... you're a puppet!"
Puppet: "Well, I live in a symbioptic relationship with my host body. But since you left him unconcious in the bathroom, I thought I'd come with you."
At this point the conversation was interrupted when the bathroom door opened and the jedi-figure stepped out. He was no longer wearing his robe, only normal, nondescript clothes. This was not the thing that attracted eveyone's attention to him. The man was recognised by almost everyone in the place, thanks to his miscolored eyes and handsome figure. When he started walking down the isle some wondered why he walked so funnily, but these people were probably deaf and hadn't heard the loud noises coming from the bathroom before.
Sys: "Oh my..."
Bowie walked up to the Finnlings, but to everyone's surprise he didn't adress either Sys or Sugar, but the Cheshire Cat.
Bowie: "Have I done well, master?"
CC: "Yes, my young padowan. You controlled your emotions well. However, there's still a long way to go if you wish to become a master."
Bowie: "Then, I guess I must meditate."
CC: "Do so."
Sugar and Sys stared in silent awe as Bowie sat on the floor, cross-legged, and started mumbling to himself, eyes closed.
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