Personification Life IC IX - [Semi Open]

[Monfrox]

Cinnamon sighed as she couldn't figure out what to do. The atmosphere seemed dead around them with the past conversation's abrupt end. She didn't even have a photo to show the couple before her about her fighter jet, and it'd be hell trying to describe it. "Well...I ain't got anything to do...kinda hungry, actually." She said almost to herself.

Flint smiled. "I'm surprised. Surprised you aren't trying to kill me. Same goes for most every other abnormal being in here. Just so used to everything, human or not, trying to kill me." She laughed her way through it to sort of cushion the bluntness of it. "And if you want, I could tell of origin of name. Of course, Flint is not my real name, but is what I liked to be called."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"Well, our view of species is quite different. Basically it's all in the DNA. If your DNA is not human, than you are not human. There are different races of humans, then there are different species that some people say look human. Of course, I personally think they look Time Lord." he said, "Godlings are beyond human, from my understanding. Either children of Gods or part god. They are extremely powerful. From what I can tell, being called a human is like being stripped of their divine-hood.

Time Lords are an entirely different species, and humans just happen to look like us, though humans only have one heart and one VERY short lifetime. We are also more advanced mentally."

He hoped that he had explained that well, but wasn't entirely sure.

Cerril blinked at this fellow's explanation. On one hand, there was no way to prove that this fellow wasn't human. On the other, there wasn't really a way to prove that he was. So he just shrugged and went along with it. "That's... interesting, actually. So, mind telling me how you got here? I can't say I've heard of any of you guys being on Earth. Then again, most of the population of Earth doesn't know what an Arkadat is, so I'm probably just as ignorant of other races as the rest of them."

[The Factory of Spike]

Javert took one of the oysters proffered by Dora. Another party. This was not turning out to be a good day. At least the food smelled alright. He stood quietly, rather hoping that no one would notice him. Conversations got uncomfortable. He did hope to find out more about more about the strange man on the roof, however.

[Giovenith]

"Good god no!" Mandi replied "New Carson's mostly destroyed, on account that the Prekarans invaded the small city stated that it once was." He took a quick sip of juice before continuing "Karnevka's filled to the brim with secret police, executions, and anything you'd see in a dystopian future movie."

"Sure isn't any worse than New Hope, or Arksskade!" Scandi shouted

Mandi almost immediately turned to Scandi with an extremely angered look on his face "You take that back, GIR hat wanting filth!"

"Make me!" Scandi raised his arms, with a sort of "Come at me, bro" look to it.

"We seem to have quite a few people here from those circumstances as well," Giovenith tried to mute her sigh, not wanting to tread into a kind of life she had never experienced. Growing up in a safe, sane, first world country gave her no insight to such lives, and thus it was best if the godling did not try to settle to blatant disappointment when hearing such things; it may come across as patronizing. She was, however, under no restrictions to be drawn in by the ever-present hostility between the two new arrivals. She found a chair to pull up, plopping down in it and crossing her legs. "Would you be pressed to share why you two have such dislike toward one another? Something dreadful, I imagine."

"Well, our view of species is quite different. Basically it's all in the DNA. If your DNA is not human, than you are not human. There are different races of humans, then there are different species that some people say look human. Of course, I personally think they look Time Lord." he said, "Godlings are beyond human, from my understanding. Either children of Gods or part god. They are extremely powerful. From what I can tell, being called a human is like being stripped of their divine-hood.

Time Lords are an entirely different species, and humans just happen to look like us, though humans only have one heart and one VERY short lifetime. We are also more advanced mentally."

He hoped that he had explained that well, but wasn't entirely sure.

All of that sounded like it could become quite complicated, but in basic overarching concept, Willow could see what the Seer was talking about. "People" (as he would now make an effort to try and use to refer to the two-legged inhabitants of this realm now), from what he understood, had their differences among each other in more subtle (or at least subtle to his own perception) ways, or ways that could no be obvious from appearance (such as lifespan). This was, by no means, a handy reference guide like the pegasus had been expecting, but it shed more light into Willow's slowly (excruciatingly slowly compared to Sterling) growing collective knowledge about how this world he was in worked.

Willow looked back on the various times Giovenith had tried to explain precisely what godhood was, and she truthfully had never done a very good job at it, though he perceived that was due more to the complication of the subject rather than any fault on his roommate's part. The closest thing to understanding she could bring him was by comparing "gods" to the alicorn princesses of his world, and though Willow was a little hesitant at that comparison, it seemed to work best for now. Thus, on the occasionally creeping moment when the pony caught himself wondering what some of his Earth friends may appear like if they had been born ponies, Giovenith often was twisted into a foal alicorn (or at least what he guessed one must have looked like; the princesses made dust look vigorous, so it wasn't as if he had ever actually seen one). If what the Seer said about calling her a human possibly being offending was true, Willow had a lot of amends to make, and only hoped that the godling was genuinely alright with his vocabulary mix-up and had not been merely hiding so to be hospitable.

As for the numerous other types of people, well... he'd just have to learn along the way.

"Hm, I see," Willow answered with hush simplicity, allowing none of the urgency in his pondering to show in his demeanor. He took another calm sip of his drink, allowing Cerril and Sterling to take over the speaking. What needed to be asked from him had been so.

[ApertureScienceInc]

"Very good, as we can't seem to find any official records pertaining to you besides your address, will you be willing to prove your skill?" The robot asked as it's requested materials arrived. 3 white cube boxes, each 15 centimeters in dimension slid out of a panel in the wall and onto the desk. One read "Beginner," the next was labeled "Intermediate," and the last was marked "Expert." Metal parts jingled inside as they came to a rest.

Tsanis eyed the boxes and took note of everything was inside. He then forgot everything he noted and said, "Sure." He started looking at the inscriptions on them. Beginner, Intermediate, Expert......strange......I wonder what those are for....perhaps for me to build something. That's how I prove myself. Of course. It all makes sense now. I wonder what they want me to build. Probably a body part. What'd he say? Official records? Who needs them anyway?

"Please choose a box, and assemble what is inside. While you work, I will administer a psychological exam to determine if you are a risk factor." the robot explained. Inside the beginner's box was a bunch of cube-like parts, wires and electronics. In the intermediate box was something along the lines of a hand or foot, it was hard to tell in the mess. The expert box held so many small parts, it might as well have been an actual jigsaw puzzle. The only tool provided was a #3 standard precision screwdriver.

[Vrijeme]

"Well, our view of species is quite different. Basically it's all in the DNA. If your DNA is not human, than you are not human. There are different races of humans, then there are different species that some people say look human. Of course, I personally think they look Time Lord." he said, "Godlings are beyond human, from my understanding. Either children of Gods or part god. They are extremely powerful. From what I can tell, being called a human is like being stripped of their divine-hood.

Time Lords are an entirely different species, and humans just happen to look like us, though humans only have one heart and one VERY short lifetime. We are also more advanced mentally."

He hoped that he had explained that well, but wasn't entirely sure.

Cerril blinked at this fellow's explanation. On one hand, there was no way to prove that this fellow wasn't human. On the other, there wasn't really a way to prove that he was. So he just shrugged and went along with it. "That's... interesting, actually. So, mind telling me how you got here? I can't say I've heard of any of you guys being on Earth. Then again, most of the population of Earth doesn't know what an Arkadat is, so I'm probably just as ignorant of other races as the rest of them."

"Certainly," the Seer replied, smiling, "I was flying my TARDIS through the time vortex when something happened with the engines. Red lights sounded and alarms flashed, and you did hear that right. My TARDIS was going down, falling out of the time vortex. I had to find SOMEWHERE to land, and then I saw it. There was a crack in the fabric of time and space, so I did my best to guide my TARDIS into it. I ended up a few floors up, and luckily my chameleon circuit still works because it blends it perfectly, until you go in, of course."

[Fraire]

Tsanis eyed the boxes and took note of everything was inside. He then forgot everything he noted and said, "Sure." He started looking at the inscriptions on them. Beginner, Intermediate, Expert......strange......I wonder what those are for....perhaps for me to build something. That's how I prove myself. Of course. It all makes sense now. I wonder what they want me to build. Probably a body part. What'd he say? Official records? Who needs them anyway?

"Please choose a box, and assemble what is inside. While you work, I will administer a psychological exam to determine if you are a risk factor." the robot explained. Inside the beginner's box was a bunch of cube-like parts, wires and electronics. In the intermediate box was something along the lines of a hand or foot, it was hard to tell in the mess. The expert box held so many small parts, it might as well have been an actual jigsaw puzzle. The only tool provided was a #3 standard precision screwdriver.

How do I work with just a....oh yeah... He grabbed the intermediate box and the expert box and looked at both for a minute. He kept looking back and forth between them. Finally, he settled on intermediate. He dumped the entire box on the floor and looked at everything. I wonder what I should make. No instructions or anything on what to builds? Hmm. He grabbed some pieces and made what, with a little imagination, could have looked like a finger. He jabbed the screwdriver into the edge of it and twisted. There... He picked it up and made four more fingers, one a little smaller than the rest. He used put the fingers in a neat pile and started to work making a small coaster-like disk. After make what was like a puffy circle, he took a finger and put it to the edge of the circle. Tsanis grabbed the screwdriver and pressed it into the metal. He started twisting for a bit and let go. It stayed on. He then moved on to the next finger, and the next, and the next. He began to work on then thumb and put that in place. Then he pondered onto how to make some room for the inside technology. Suddenly, he got an idea. Tsanis started to work on clearing the inside. Finally, he got a small inside that could maybe fit a gumball or two. He reached into the mess and pulled out a bunch of wires. He examined the length and color and started jamming them inside, but in some sort of pattern. Uh oh...I think I messed something up. He started sweating a bit. He grabbed some more wires and began taking the other ones out. Tsanis looked through the pile and found what he needed. He put that in and then started attaching the wires. After working for a little longer, only having a little trouble, he thrust his arm into the air, holding his finished work. "I'm done", he said, panting. It looked very good, with a minor mistake or two. He was used to just using more than enough supplies and winging it.

[The BranRiech]

Rolling her eyes at the humor of the situation, and still she wouldn't mind walking 4 miles anyways, or running them, although then they'd be all sweaty and stuff, and that wouldn't be very cool either, so tram it was!

She got in and strapped in, enjoying the fast transport from what she assumed to be one end of the ship way over to the other side, where they were going to go and portal down to the planet. Then they stopped. Natiya unbuckled herself and hopped out with Aleki, wondering what the big deal about all the guards was, this room didn't look too important, but looks were deceiving, and Natiya didn't even know what the room held.

--

Kei chuckled a bit, and tossed the lamp back over to where she had it earlier, it fell over with a light thud, and the goddess sighed, and looked back at Ki. "Well if you're not her eon your own accords, then it is simply fate, my new friend. People show up here for all sorts of different reasons, to escape, to relax (No idea how to do that here), or to simply have a good time (Which is very easy here)."

She wondered a bit more.

"If you want to see more, I'd rather not waste anymore lamps . . ."

--

"I-I could never kill anyone."

Yuna grinned sheepishly. Humans might consider her weird, or a monster, but Pyersai (Even though possessing a military force around the tech level of WW1) weren't a very violent species. They had no need to be living underground.

[ApertureScienceInc]

"Please choose a box, and assemble what is inside. While you work, I will administer a psychological exam to determine if you are a risk factor." the robot explained. Inside the beginner's box was a bunch of cube-like parts, wires and electronics. In the intermediate box was something along the lines of a hand or foot, it was hard to tell in the mess. The expert box held so many small parts, it might as well have been an actual jigsaw puzzle. The only tool provided was a #3 standard precision screwdriver.

How do I work with just a....oh yeah... He grabbed the intermediate box and the expert box and looked at both for a minute. He kept looking back and forth between them. Finally, he settled on intermediate. He dumped the entire box on the floor and looked at everything. I wonder what I should make. No instructions or anything on what to builds? Hmm. He grabbed some pieces and made what, with a little imagination, could have looked like a finger. He jabbed the screwdriver into the edge of it and twisted. There... He picked it up and made four more fingers, one a little smaller than the rest. He used put the fingers in a neat pile and started to work making a small coaster-like disk. After make what was like a puffy circle, he took a finger and put it to the edge of the circle. Tsanis grabbed the screwdriver and pressed it into the metal. He started twisting for a bit and let go. It stayed on. He then moved on to the next finger, and the next, and the next. He began to work on then thumb and put that in place. Then he pondered onto how to make some room for the inside technology. Suddenly, he got an idea. Tsanis started to work on clearing the inside. Finally, he got a small inside that could maybe fit a gumball or two. He reached into the mess and pulled out a bunch of wires. He examined the length and color and started jamming them inside, but in some sort of pattern. Uh oh...I think I messed something up. He started sweating a bit. He grabbed some more wires and began taking the other ones out. Tsanis looked through the pile and found what he needed. He put that in and then started attaching the wires. After working for a little longer, only having a little trouble, he thrust his arm into the air, holding his finished work. "I'm done", he said, panting. It looked very good, with a minor mistake or two. He was used to just using more than enough supplies and winging it.

The robot examined the hand, scanning with vision beyond what was needed. "Very good Mr. Tsanis, impressive. Now just the psych exam and then we can finish the red tape and get you started. First question, do you hear voices in n your head?" The robot asked as he removed the boxes and the hand. They were taken back to wherever they came from through the panel in the wall.

[Fraire]

How do I work with just a....oh yeah... He grabbed the intermediate box and the expert box and looked at both for a minute. He kept looking back and forth between them. Finally, he settled on intermediate. He dumped the entire box on the floor and looked at everything. I wonder what I should make. No instructions or anything on what to builds? Hmm. He grabbed some pieces and made what, with a little imagination, could have looked like a finger. He jabbed the screwdriver into the edge of it and twisted. There... He picked it up and made four more fingers, one a little smaller than the rest. He used put the fingers in a neat pile and started to work making a small coaster-like disk. After make what was like a puffy circle, he took a finger and put it to the edge of the circle. Tsanis grabbed the screwdriver and pressed it into the metal. He started twisting for a bit and let go. It stayed on. He then moved on to the next finger, and the next, and the next. He began to work on then thumb and put that in place. Then he pondered onto how to make some room for the inside technology. Suddenly, he got an idea. Tsanis started to work on clearing the inside. Finally, he got a small inside that could maybe fit a gumball or two. He reached into the mess and pulled out a bunch of wires. He examined the length and color and started jamming them inside, but in some sort of pattern. Uh oh...I think I messed something up. He started sweating a bit. He grabbed some more wires and began taking the other ones out. Tsanis looked through the pile and found what he needed. He put that in and then started attaching the wires. After working for a little longer, only having a little trouble, he thrust his arm into the air, holding his finished work. "I'm done", he said, panting. It looked very good, with a minor mistake or two. He was used to just using more than enough supplies and winging it.

The robot examined the hand, scanning with vision beyond what was needed. "Very good Mr. Tsanis, impressive. Now just the psych exam and then we can finish the red tape and get you started. First question, do you hear voices in n your head?" The robot asked as he removed the boxes and the hand. They were taken back to wherever they came from through the panel in the wall.

I guess that would depend on what he means...Does he mean me talking...er.....thinking to myself, or actual voices just as usual. I guess sort of. But I really need this job. I don't think it would matter if I lied. I mean, I'm not lying. Yes you are. No I'm, not! You don't count! Yes, I do. You're just trying to lie to get the job. That's not it at all! Tsanis began having a mental fight with himself for several seconds, then realized he hadn't answered yet. "Uh...no. I don't hear voices." I can't believe you lied to him. I didn't lie. You're crazy. But I'm you, so you're crazy. I can't deny that logic...

[ApertureScienceInc]

The robot examined the hand, scanning with vision beyond what was needed. "Very good Mr. Tsanis, impressive. Now just the psych exam and then we can finish the red tape and get you started. First question, do you hear voices in n your head?" The robot asked as he removed the boxes and the hand. They were taken back to wherever they came from through the panel in the wall.

I guess that would depend on what he means...Does he mean me talking...er.....thinking to myself, or actual voices just as usual. I guess sort of. But I really need this job. I don't think it would matter if I lied. I mean, I'm not lying. Yes you are. No I'm, not! You don't count! Yes, I do. You're just trying to lie to get the job. That's not it at all! Tsanis began having a mental fight with himself for several seconds, then realized he hadn't answered yet. "Uh...no. I don't hear voices." I can't believe you lied to him. I didn't lie. You're crazy. But I'm you, so you're crazy. I can't deny that logic...

"Excellent! Question two, have you ever had feelings of violence towards others?" The robot asked, blissfully unaware. It was a moment of ignorance, as it could not tell if the sandman was lying or not. It had programming to monitor mammal vitals for dishonesty, or find raptors in disguise.

[Fvaarniimar]

Nick got up, maintaining contact and repositioning most of his body so that he was curled around Mortimer's ankle, head resting on a foot. <It prob-probably c-could have been a lot w-w-worse. Most of the people who... Weren't terribly nice (Image of frail, elderly man shaking a finger) at least didn't act on their thoughts. There were... A few times someone did, but the exorcism just (Image of smoke cloud, sound of chanting) made me cough a lot and the one time I might've been in real danger- she wanted to dissect me, and for some reason had access to the tools to do it (scalpel image again)- come to think of it that doesn't make sense, but I hardly could have tattled (Image of two human adults) without risking worse- I had enough warning, always, to duck. Not sure how to put this... I feel stuff that I'm going to feel later. Usually pretty soon. It can be hard to tell what I'm feeling because of that and what I'm feeling because of whatever my current situation is...but fear often means duck. Same if it's someone else's- you know, this- that means that they're going to start being mean.>

<That seems like a useful ability. They did these things because you were different than them, didn't they. Humans are always scared of things that are different than them. They... aren't particularly nice when they feel afraid. Although it seems as though difference is more acceptable in this particular building.> Mortimer was suddenly curious.

<That's what I thought too... People accept stuff here... But this person (image of Cinnamon) freaked out when I said hi- that scared me- Anyway, yeah, I think that's it exactly, fear because I'm different.> He paused, listening to the conversation between Willow and The Seer and amplifying it a bit- he had good ears, and could transfer sensory data. <I bet she's human. Most of the nice ones so far aren't.> The cat curled up a little more, not enough to injure Mortimer but enough so that he would be quite difficult to dislodge.

[Motoneuron]

Ki wasn't a believer in fate but the more he thought about it the more he realized how absurdly unlikely randomly landing in a place like this was. A place that seemed to be expecting him, and whose people didn't seem to care about his alien body, or to ask about his background... he didn't want to think about that himself right now. Ater all he'd been through the option of having a good time was sounding very good. Even with Ki'Rek's tendency to gravitate towards the practical and the logical.

"Sorry about your lamp, I'll supply the materials if I want to see more. Soooo..." He got a bit nervous as he spoke, he wasn't used to legitimately socializing for his own sake " where could we go to have a good time... like you'd mentioned. I could really use some relaxation"

[Mincaldenteans]

Rudolf said nothing about the possibility of return. They had quite a few stuck with them, people such as the Viking and the Ponies. Oh god of War, the Ponies! The cultist wondered how the Klingon would react to something so... cute. Did his species appreciate things like that? He seemed no-nonsense and stern. The cultist put it out of his mind as he stuffed the lease into the box. Per usual, the gold key appeared on the counter near the Klingon's hand.

"It's an honor to meet you, Mezran, Son of Jag'oth, of the House StoH'raQ," Rudolf did his best to not trip over the strange glottal stops although he, by habit of tongue, twisted the 'the' to "zee".

Ponies.

"I have no need to sit behind the desk. I believe we aren't expecting any more arrivals today. I'll join you. Oh, and take your key. You're on the fourth floor, apartment 4J."

He directed Mezran to the stairs. Did they have elevators in this creature's time? Better to be safe than sorry. He also gave a bit of information as they went. "The second floor houses communal areas. Kitchen, dining room, recreational room, VR room. There's a pool and gym on the lobby floor where we just were. The roof is nice. There's a hangar, some lounge chairs and turret weapons up there. The town has much to offer. Parks, the Haven, an opera house, a battle arena, shops, a food market."

They arrived at the dining room door. Flowers. Lots of flowers. Pillars. Silken banners. The Residents were a mixture of mundane to creepy to cute. At least the aroma of food was enticing... or maybe not. Rudolf had no idea what Klingons ate. He suspected it wasn't cocktail weenies and puff pastries. He spotted Hans and Chrys in a group and gestured to them. "The couple. The flowers symbolize her name, I think. Not sure. It's a mix of occupations here. Poets and warriors, ambassadors and gods. Fae, Time Cops, Ponies, conscripts and child soldiers. Some of them are human. Some aren't."

Just wait until you meet a Raptor or Deuce.

"Come. Looks like things are just getting started." He lead the Mezran towards Hans and his companions.

The trifling piece of metal felt cool against his too-warm fingers. It felt most unpleasant and Mezran shoved the key into a small belt pouch as he followed Rudolf and half way listened as he surveyed the rest of the lobby before entering the dining room. True to his word, the place was a mixture of all manner of people and creatures. Especially the four legged ones. Too bad it was sentient from what it look at this distance, Mezran stomach growled at him once more for the lack of action in securing a plate of food.

Which reminded him of a particular concern. "Like many Klingons, I prefer most of my food raw. We gather little nourishment from cooked food and consider such more of a side thing to dabble at," he said to Rudolf. Even at the attempt at hushed tones, his deep voice carried over enough to catch anyone close by, "Perhaps a lung, or a liver? Or a heart! There is nothing more succulent than a targ's heart after hunting it down with your bare hands!"

[Tiltjuice]

As Mezran entered, he would be able to see a loose group of people. There was one standing off by himself with an oyster half-shell in hand (Javert); a young-looking man with longish hair and green eyes (Dan); a trenchcoat-wearing man who appeared the same age as Dan, but had an air of maturity to him (Bran). Slightly behind Javert stood a copper-haired woman about 5'7" with a still very full plate. Then, in the middle, were a short, flaxen-haired woman leaning slightly against a much taller gray-clad man.

Chrys had just finished sniffing her flowers again in appreciation when she looked up and saw Mezran.

Sands! He's just about Dia's size. Oh, boy, if they ever meet, there'll be some action going on. She waved to Rudolf, smiling brightly, and Dora approached with the plate.

"Well, this is all cooked food, but back there I'm sure there are a few items that haven't been cooked yet." Her skin, like Chrys', befitted the Andorians' nickname for humans; although it was the recent re-growth in the clinic and not excitement and pleasure as with her Sister.

[Cerillium]

Kale was surprised by the enthusiasm of the cultists. "Okay! Okay! I'll help if you put me down," she said. The cultists set her down. She giggled cutely. She never got this reaction when she asked to help. "Okay everyone. Stand still!" she exclaimed.

She crossed her arms as she always did when she used her powers. A breeze of wind blew through the windows, blowing her hair upward and blowing out dozens of seeds from her hair. The seeds rolled across the room, going into various places.

"Grow."

The seeds sprouted, growing larger and larger. They covered the pillars,the room, the ceiling, and the statue like a viney creature. While it seemed like wild growth, the plant grew up until certain points. It didn't touch the tables or chairs. It left pathways scattered about, allowing people to walk to and fro without touching the plant. The plant didn't completely cover the statue nor the pillars,instead growing lightly on top of them. Then the growth stopped.

"Bloom."

The plants bloomed into a medley of flowers. Irises, lilacs, petunias, carnations, roses, and rhododendrons; A rainbow of color covered the room. The place truly looked like a garden now.

Kale uncrossed her arms. She was pleased with her work. "So, how do you like it?" she said, "Too many flowers?" she giggled at that. What am I saying. You can never have 'too many' flowers."

The Astartes wandered in to see what had caused all the good smells. He was a large brute, towering over most (at nearly 8 feet in height) and built like a brick shithouse. He wore simple monk's robes which covered most of his body. The brown hood masked his head but left his face visible; he was scarred from battle and it was obvious his nose had been broken and mended several times. Deuce nodded his head in greeting to a few familiar faces and scrounged up his own plate.

The rescue mission hadn't been successful in his mind. He'd revisited the memories several times already that morning and found himself becoming more and more critical of his own actions. But Girly seemed in one piece again and for that he thanked his god.

Deuce lacked social skills when it came to interacting with anything that wasn't Astartes. Tipper understood him although she'd vanished some time ago. Naomi was an avatar and thus he wouldn't approach her without sound reason. But Kale? She'd touched upon something dear to him: gardening. Her touch was magical rather than mundane but he was greatly impressed with her results.

He cautiously approached her until he was only a few feet from her. He was perfectly aware that most people viewed his presence much as they would when standing next to a large animal; he attempted to look as placid as possible to limit terrifying her.

"You do beautiful work." His voice was a low rumble of warm tones. "The blooms are a very nice touch."

The trifling piece of metal felt cool against his too-warm fingers. It felt most unpleasant and Mezran shoved the key into a small belt pouch as he followed Rudolf and half way listened as he surveyed the rest of the lobby before entering the dining room. True to his word, the place was a mixture of all manner of people and creatures. Especially the four legged ones. Too bad it was sentient from what it look at this distance, Mezran stomach growled at him once more for the lack of action in securing a plate of food.

Which reminded him of a particular concern. "Like many Klingons, I prefer most of my food raw. We gather little nourishment from cooked food and consider such more of a side thing to dabble at," he said to Rudolf. Even at the attempt at hushed tones, his deep voice carried over enough to catch anyone close by, "Perhaps a lung, or a liver? Or a heart! There is nothing more succulent than a targ's heart after hunting it down with your bare hands!"

"Raw liver?" Rudolf laughed, "You sound like Charumati, may she rest in peace. Of course we have raw liver and hearts. It's the only food source that most of the avatars can digest. I've never asked what happens with the other food they eat. I assume they purge it somehow. But yes, there is raw meat here. I'll grab a bowl for you. Ah, and this is Dora."

The cultist returned Chrys' wave, entered the kitchen and nodded to Cuisine. Raw goods were to be had in the butter crock at the back of the fridge. He fetched it and took out an old earthen bowl. The tricky part was getting the goods without losing a finger but Rudolf has served Klaus long enough to have adopted his own techniques. He slipped on an oven mitt, dug a BBQ meat fork out of a drawer and briefly smiled at the chef before prying off the crock lid. The meat fork flicked into action and a few jabs caught a large heart and liver. A few more jabs fended off accompanying tentacles (one doesn't raid a god's jar without a weapon in hand). The lid snapped shut and he returned the jar to the back of the icebox.

"Eh, don't open that. You might get pulled in," he advised Cuisine before leaving to rejoin the Klingon.

Rudolf offered the meal to the warrior. "Still warm. Let's find a table and see about something strong to drink. Care to join us, Dora?"

[The BranRiech]

Kei let out a hearty laugh, grinning immensely at the mention of wanting a good time to relax. "Hun'." She said in an atypical fashion for Kei. "There's in infinite amount of opportunity for a good time here. We could go get wasted at Chaos, we could go out for a night on the town and barhop, we could do pretty much anything."

She smiled.

"Anything you want to do in particular? There's a party downstairs."

[Primordial Luxa]

The strange man briefly scanned the room, soaking in the sensation of the place. It was not like the revelry he was used to which was normally of a much higher and more potent octane. However he didn’t speaking simply allowing the emotion and experience to waft into his pores and fill his body. Eventually though he spotted Primordial and it was immediately obvious that he was of the same breed. He turned the group that had escorted him down and gave them a brief bow saying “Thank you for your hospitality, I hope I see you again before I depart” and with that he turned to walk over to Primordial and Naomi.

[The BranRiech]

"Happy to help." Bran bowed, looking at the scene layed out in front of him in the communal dining room. There was an absoultely shit load of plants! He took the scene in and shrugged, absolutely having to find whoever could turn basically the entore room into flowering plants creature.

The trench-coat wearing young man, with unkept shoulder length hair, walked over, spotting Deuce and Kale (Although he only knew Deuce), and stopped.

"Heya, you know what this is all for? I was . . . Up on the roof with some creepy guy."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Cerril blinked at this fellow's explanation. On one hand, there was no way to prove that this fellow wasn't human. On the other, there wasn't really a way to prove that he was. So he just shrugged and went along with it. "That's... interesting, actually. So, mind telling me how you got here? I can't say I've heard of any of you guys being on Earth. Then again, most of the population of Earth doesn't know what an Arkadat is, so I'm probably just as ignorant of other races as the rest of them."

"Certainly," the Seer replied, smiling, "I was flying my TARDIS through the time vortex when something happened with the engines. Red lights sounded and alarms flashed, and you did hear that right. My TARDIS was going down, falling out of the time vortex. I had to find SOMEWHERE to land, and then I saw it. There was a crack in the fabric of time and space, so I did my best to guide my TARDIS into it. I ended up a few floors up, and luckily my chameleon circuit still works because it blends it perfectly, until you go in, of course."

"I..." Cerril raised an eyebrow. He barely understood a word this fellow said. "So, what I'm gathering her is that you're a time travelling alien... That's... interesting. My daughter would love to meet you sometime. She's a huge fan of science and all that jazz. I've never been that into it. Physics bored me as a child... It just felt like an over-complication of math."

[Fraire]

I guess that would depend on what he means...Does he mean me talking...er.....thinking to myself, or actual voices just as usual. I guess sort of. But I really need this job. I don't think it would matter if I lied. I mean, I'm not lying. Yes you are. No I'm, not! You don't count! Yes, I do. You're just trying to lie to get the job. That's not it at all! Tsanis began having a mental fight with himself for several seconds, then realized he hadn't answered yet. "Uh...no. I don't hear voices." I can't believe you lied to him. I didn't lie. You're crazy. But I'm you, so you're crazy. I can't deny that logic...

"Excellent! Question two, have you ever had feelings of violence towards others?" The robot asked, blissfully unaware. It was a moment of ignorance, as it could not tell if the sandman was lying or not. It had programming to monitor mammal vitals for dishonesty, or find raptors in disguise.

Tsanis thought about this for a moment. What about that time you tried to kill everybo-shutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutup......well, maybe. "Maybe one or two times", he said, hoping this wasn't the wrong thing to say. Tsanis didn't just want this job; he needed it. "But it wasn't anything that would actually harm anyone." Outside of my mind that is. I can imagine shoving a knife up their big...fat...ANYWAY......

[ApertureScienceInc]

"Excellent! Question two, have you ever had feelings of violence towards others?" The robot asked, blissfully unaware. It was a moment of ignorance, as it could not tell if the sandman was lying or not. It had programming to monitor mammal vitals for dishonesty, or find raptors in disguise.

Tsanis thought about this for a moment. What about that time you tried to kill everybo-shutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutup......well, maybe. "Maybe one or two times", he said, hoping this wasn't the wrong thing to say. Tsanis didn't just want this job; he needed it. "But it wasn't anything that would actually harm anyone." Outside of my mind that is. I can imagine shoving a knife up their big...fat...ANYWAY......

"Understandable, how about small animals? How do you feel towards them? Have you ever hurt a small animal?" The robot asked as its blue eyes shifted to blue-green. It's chipper tone did not wane, still full of positive energy and optimism. A small panel opened as a puppy was let into the room. A rather obvious test, but it did help weed out psychopaths.

[Tiltjuice]

"I'm always game for a strong drink," Dora replied drolly, toting the plate over to the nearest table. Behind her, she heard Cuisine muttering about strange things in his kitchen and no doubt shaking his head. Never mind that it was the communal kitchen; any kitchen he was in was his, if it didn't have another chef in it already.

[Fraire]

Tsanis thought about this for a moment. What about that time you tried to kill everybo-shutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutup......well, maybe. "Maybe one or two times", he said, hoping this wasn't the wrong thing to say. Tsanis didn't just want this job; he needed it. "But it wasn't anything that would actually harm anyone." Outside of my mind that is. I can imagine shoving a knife up their big...fat...ANYWAY......

"Understandable, how about small animals? How do you feel towards them? Have you ever hurt a small animal?" The robot asked as its blue eyes shifted to blue-green. It's chipper tone did not wane, still full of positive energy and optimism. A small panel opened as a puppy was let into the room. A rather obvious test, but it did help weed out psychopaths.

Tsanis just stared at it for a moment. His smile faded. He didn't know what the disgusting furball was, but it looked sort of like a "katt." He didn't go near it or touch it. But he didn't back away either. He just watched it. Tsanis suddenly realized he ahd to answer the question. "Oh, right. I don't really mind them. The only reason I don't have a pet is because of all the fur." That wasn't true. He didn't know very much about other animals. He wasn't even sure their hair came off. He just guessed.

[Vrijeme]

"Certainly," the Seer replied, smiling, "I was flying my TARDIS through the time vortex when something happened with the engines. Red lights sounded and alarms flashed, and you did hear that right. My TARDIS was going down, falling out of the time vortex. I had to find SOMEWHERE to land, and then I saw it. There was a crack in the fabric of time and space, so I did my best to guide my TARDIS into it. I ended up a few floors up, and luckily my chameleon circuit still works because it blends it perfectly, until you go in, of course."

"I..." Cerril raised an eyebrow. He barely understood a word this fellow said. "So, what I'm gathering her is that you're a time travelling alien... That's... interesting. My daughter would love to meet you sometime. She's a huge fan of science and all that jazz. I've never been that into it. Physics bored me as a child... It just felt like an over-complication of math."

"That's almost EXACTLY what it is. Or math is an under-complication of physics." the Seer comment, "I would love to meet your daughter sometime. I love meeting new people."

The Seer looked around, slowly getting used to the insanity that was this apartment complex. He smiled and flipped through his notes.

"Any of those things that I mentioned, I'd be happy to show you what they look like." Seer said, "Except for the Weeping Angels. I can't show you them because anything that holds the image of an angel, becomes an angel itself. I also can't show you a Silent because no one knows what they look like, they're memory proof."