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[Fniff]

"Might I suggest kickstarter? 'Lovecraftian Expedition: In Need Of Money To Awaken Ancient Entities Beneath Vostok Lake'. Maybe they'll think it's a covert ad campaign."

[Phantom of The Library]

There comes a knock at the door, followed by a flash of lightning.  A snow storm begins to brew.

[Doomblade187]

A rumble comes from outside as the spaceship takes off again, heading back to its distant home.

[Fniff]

Fniff shrugged and walked over to the door, and opened it.

[Phantom of The Library]

There stands a tall Russian man in a trenchcoat.   He bears pizza.  "Здравствуйте я не на самом деле русский, ни я говорю это, я посмотрел все это на Бабель рыбы до того, как я приехал сюда, ты все придурок, здесь ваши пиццу. Я собираюсь убить вас всех в ваш сон, га"

He hands Fniff the pizzas and strides off into the snowstorm. 

[Furtuka]

Furtuka went back to the desk at the lobby and applied for his kickstarter page.

[Fniff]

"Я убью тебя во сне тоже! Я использую переводчика сотни, а пицца хорошая!" Fniff smiled as he walked over and put the pizzas on the counter. "Piiiiizza!"

[Furtuka]

Furtuka ran back and snatched up a slice.

"Omnom. This is pretty good! Whats the name of the place you ordered it from?"

[Fniff]

"The guy's uniform beneath the trenchcoat was Kommissar's Chicken. I think it's like, a Stalinist version of KFC, Dominos and Macdonalds. I went there, actually, the play area was even Stalinist architecture. Nice food, though."

[Furtuka]

"Neat. What  else do they serve?"

[Fniff]

"Um, well, they are basically just fast food. Milkshakes, smoothies, sandwiches, burgers... They even do ice cream for dessert."

[Phantom of The Library]

"Huh, why does a chicken place have pizza?"

[Fniff]

"Hang on, I'll get the website." Fniff takes out an iphone and starts typing away. "Aha, here we are. Kommissar Chicken was founded in 1919, and was officially endorsed by Lenin, Trotsky, Stalin, and the majority of Soviet dictators for it's excellent home-made chicken, and was funded by the government. We expanded with the Soviet Union, but did not fall as it did in the 1990's. Now, we are Russia's and all of the ex-soviet state's favorite fast food! We serve healthy, tasty and sweet meals along with chicken, and we still have that "Tasty, succulent greasy taste that is as Russian as punching a bear" - Vladmir Putin."

"... Wow, these guys are good."

[Graknorke]

((Kitchen, at  chopping board, knife in hand and axe in belt))
Tyson had been keeping himself busy on a kitchen worktop, with a sizable pile of meat, organs and furs collecting up around the chopping board. The last roar and crash had seriously unsettled him though, especially with the shouting in the lobby. He hurriedly finished seperating the useful organs from the inedible again and pushed everything into the bottom drawer of the fridge, getting speed at the expense of some not-so-neatly presented meat. He'd deal with it later maybe.
Turning around to look through the door, he saw the two guys who had been behind the counter on the ground. By this point, he'd almost come to expect this. He turned around to pack the furs into his backpack and trod up the stairs to dump his nonessentials into his room.

[Furtuka]

Furtuka went back to the lobby to check the kickstarter page.

"Woohoo! It's already halfway to the target."