Listen. Gwen couldn’t give two shits bur David, he’s like an over protective mom.
Well, that’s kinda cute. I guess I can understand where he’d
be coming from.I think it’s cus I nearly blew up the camp that one time but who knows.
Ah… I suppose that makes sense, then. *he frowns* Maybe you
shouldn’t be burning these after all…It’s fiiiiine. I’m just not allowed to light campfires.
Oh. So as long as you don’t touch the fire then I guess we’re
alright. I’ll be the one to work it.
“Uh…? Yes, I am human,” Carlos said carefully. Hesitantly. “Uh, no – no offense, but… why did you lick me?”
“Oh…” The Collector seemed to be processing the information that Carlos was providing, he was looking at the Terran’s hand and greeting and then letting go, he give a small smile, “Now, tell me … You terran stopped sending animals to Space?”
Carlos blinked at him. He nodded slowly. “Um, yeah, we… we
have. There were ethical issues with it, and the general population isn’t
really keen on sending anything other than a consenting person into space
anymore.” It was a bit of a strange question, but he supposed people would be
interested in how space-savvy his race was.He listened to the human talking, and then analyzed him again, he nudged the human’s arm, and smiled again, putting a hand on his shoulder and squeezing it a bit, as if analyzing everything.
“I’m Taneleer Tivan. The collector. And you are?”
Carlos got a little nervous with the touchy-feeling going
on, but since it wasn’t anything in appropriate he let it go. Maybe it was in
his culture…
“Um, my name is Carlos Ramon. I… well… Abductee from Earth.”
Listen. Gwen couldn’t give two shits bur David, he’s like an over protective mom.
Well, that’s kinda cute. I guess I can understand where he’d
be coming from.I think it’s cus I nearly blew up the camp that one time but who knows.
Ah… I suppose that makes sense, then. *he frowns* Maybe you
shouldn’t be burning these after all…
Yondu chuckles. “They like you… oh look it’s a baby.”
A tiny smaller then Carlos one floats around pressed against a much larger one obviously it’s Mother.
Carlos gasped softly. “Oh, my goodness,” he said in awe. “That’s
incredible,” he said again, watching the creatures as he tried to memorize
every bit of them.The baby creature acts much like a whale floating around and spinning around playfully.
“Oh my goodness,” Carlos repeated. “It’s so cute… how old do
you think it is?”“I’d say given its size….. it’s only a few weeks to a month or two…” the baby does a playful bob and spin then comes up to Carlos and Yondu reaching feelers out to investigate
“Awe…” Carlos cooed. He gently reached out his hand – not to
pet it, but to let the baby feel it and hopefully not bite it.The baby feels around him even up to his face curious and noses at him and plays with him and rubs against him.
“Hehe. He really likes you.”
Carlos chuckled
softly. “Does he? Wait, how are you able to tell its gender?”
“He indeed can teleport exactly like them.” he got up and thought about it. “My guess is that Azazel was trying to invade the bamfs’ dimension yet again, and somehow the portal ended up here….but how did the bamfs get here….maybe escape….that’s it!” Stephen’s hand slapped on the table. “The bamfs were evacuating their dimension through the portal that led here to Nightvale and Azael, he’s another demon, found their route and sent his minions here! We need to protect these creatures and get the portal sealed! This would be easier said than done…if I had my magic.” He held his hands up with a sad face. “Due to the…whatever is around Nightvale, my mystical powers are useless.”
“Find Wagner, protect the bamfs, and seal the portal,”
Carlos said. “Okay. Sounds good.” He frowned slightly. “I’m sorry about your
powers… like I said, the magic that’s allowed here is the Bloodstone magic used
for daily tasks.” He thought a second. “Maybe it’s because you haven’t chanted
over the Bloodstones – something might be hindering your magic here because you
haven’t given it the mandated respect.”
“Uh…? Yes, I am human,” Carlos said carefully. Hesitantly. “Uh, no – no offense, but… why did you lick me?”
“Uh… no, not really,” Carlos said. “Some places we would
give one-another a kiss on the cheek, but… no, that’s about it. Usually, in a
professional setting we just… shake hands.” He offered his hand for the other
to take. “But – I mean, unless your people don’t do that then that’s cool too!”
He started to lower his hand back to his side, unsure. God, he kind of hated
space.“Oh…” The Collector seemed to be processing the information that Carlos was providing, he was looking at the Terran’s hand and greeting and then letting go, he give a small smile, “Now, tell me … You terran stopped sending animals to Space?”
Carlos blinked at him. He nodded slowly. “Um, yeah, we… we
have. There were ethical issues with it, and the general population isn’t
really keen on sending anything other than a consenting person into space
anymore.” It was a bit of a strange question, but he supposed people would be
interested in how space-savvy his race was.
Yondu chuckles. “They like you… oh look it’s a baby.”
A tiny smaller then Carlos one floats around pressed against a much larger one obviously it’s Mother.
Carlos gasped softly. “Oh, my goodness,” he said in awe. “That’s
incredible,” he said again, watching the creatures as he tried to memorize
every bit of them.The baby creature acts much like a whale floating around and spinning around playfully.
“Oh my goodness,” Carlos repeated. “It’s so cute… how old do
you think it is?”“I’d say given its size….. it’s only a few weeks to a month or two…” the baby does a playful bob and spin then comes up to Carlos and Yondu reaching feelers out to investigate
“Awe…” Carlos cooed. He gently reached out his hand – not to
pet it, but to let the baby feel it and hopefully not bite it.
Listen. Gwen couldn’t give two shits bur David, he’s like an over protective mom.
Well, that’s kinda cute. I guess I can understand where he’d
be coming from.
“Uh…? Yes, I am human,” Carlos said carefully. Hesitantly. “Uh, no – no offense, but… why did you lick me?”
“… That’s how you Terrans greet someone, right?” He practically asked, after all, that was how the Terran he knew greets people.
“Uh… no, not really,” Carlos said. “Some places we would
give one-another a kiss on the cheek, but… no, that’s about it. Usually, in a
professional setting we just… shake hands.” He offered his hand for the other
to take. “But – I mean, unless your people don’t do that then that’s cool too!”
He started to lower his hand back to his side, unsure. God, he kind of hated
space.
*Max shrugs* Gotta be the counselours man, I don’t make the rules in this hell hole.
Hey now… Hm… Maybe if I explain to David or Gwen that I’m a
scientist and know how to handle chemical fires…If they know then we can’t burn the shit.
Why not? I’m supervising.
Because then I’ll get in trouble and then da- David won’t let us burn it.
I don’t think I understand… why would you get in trouble?
Because we’re setting shit that isn’t wood on f i r e
And I know that! I’m a scientist! I’m going to make sure we’re
safe!
