DIADEM HOTEL (or Why You Shouldn't Give the Alien a Credit Card)
[ Give an alien a bottomless hole of a credit card and let him loose in a human shopping complex? Because that is, of course, where Sym drifts off to now that the fireworks and the panicked party are over and done with. He had given the hotel a cursory look-around — the bed had been hilarious and very bouncy to walk around on! — before inevitably vanishing into the mall. There was so much to look at! To see! And no one even looked at him funny in the crowds that shuffled about from store to store. In a huge city like this one, he was a drop in an ocean, unlike back home, on the planet that humanity had decided to call Vertumna, where he was a stranger to the colonists and unable to interact with two wonderful little exceptions...
Ah, but they weren't here, at least not directly here by his side, and so Sym would make do on his own and so far, so good! Sym's first stop had been the cinema. It had not been the same experience as a little holo-vid at all, although a video projected on a massive screen had its own charm. He has since paid to see nearly every film twice and was currently outside the cinema again picking at a half-empty bowl of popcorn and staring up at the listed movie names aside from BLASTS FROM THE CURIOUS 11, clearly and most surely a classic on this world, through a pair of flimsy 3D glasses.
Yes, this is what he's been spending his first day on the human homeworld. He hasn't even considered looking into new clothing to replace the ragged black clothing that currently drapes over his tall, elegant frame or seeing if this Alliance that greeted them all might be able to send him back through the wormhole. No, just this. Just movies. ]
Hm, I'm not sure I feel up to seeing any of these a third time. There wouldn't be anything further useful to learn from them.
[ He crunched down a little piece of popcorn in thought. Plain, no butter or salt. Yeah. ]
Well, perhaps the animated one...
BLAST FROM THE PAST
There, there, it'll be fine. No need for further panic.
[ Ancient lands full of giant prehistoric animals and plants? Naturally, that would be a disaster that Sym would find himself in the midst of. He's already covered in muck from forays through the rifts and entirely unbothered by it. His appearance has never been important — apart from looking "human-like" enough — and didn't even hold a match to trying to coax some of the less violent but utterly confused denizens of Earth's past back to where they belong.
He is crouched several meters away from one such rift, making gentle noises and gestures toward something that must be hiding behind an overturned car. Nearby, a fire hydrant is blasting water into the sky and slowly filling the street and a few shops appear to have been careened through by something roughly bull-sized, like that unfortunate dishware one, oops. ]
Why don't you come out here and I'll take you home, little one?
sym / i was a teenage exocolonist
[ Give an alien a bottomless hole of a credit card and let him loose in a human shopping complex? Because that is, of course, where Sym drifts off to now that the fireworks and the panicked party are over and done with. He had given the hotel a cursory look-around — the bed had been hilarious and very bouncy to walk around on! — before inevitably vanishing into the mall. There was so much to look at! To see! And no one even looked at him funny in the crowds that shuffled about from store to store. In a huge city like this one, he was a drop in an ocean, unlike back home, on the planet that humanity had decided to call Vertumna, where he was a stranger to the colonists and unable to interact with two wonderful little exceptions...
Ah, but they weren't here, at least not directly here by his side, and so Sym would make do on his own and so far, so good! Sym's first stop had been the cinema. It had not been the same experience as a little holo-vid at all, although a video projected on a massive screen had its own charm. He has since paid to see nearly every film twice and was currently outside the cinema again picking at a half-empty bowl of popcorn and staring up at the listed movie names aside from BLASTS FROM THE CURIOUS 11, clearly and most surely a classic on this world, through a pair of flimsy 3D glasses.
Yes, this is what he's been spending his first day on the human homeworld. He hasn't even considered looking into new clothing to replace the ragged black clothing that currently drapes over his tall, elegant frame or seeing if this Alliance that greeted them all might be able to send him back through the wormhole. No, just this. Just movies. ]
Hm, I'm not sure I feel up to seeing any of these a third time. There wouldn't be anything further useful to learn from them.
[ He crunched down a little piece of popcorn in thought. Plain, no butter or salt. Yeah. ]
Well, perhaps the animated one...
BLAST FROM THE PAST
There, there, it'll be fine. No need for further panic.
[ Ancient lands full of giant prehistoric animals and plants? Naturally, that would be a disaster that Sym would find himself in the midst of. He's already covered in muck from forays through the rifts and entirely unbothered by it. His appearance has never been important — apart from looking "human-like" enough — and didn't even hold a match to trying to coax some of the less violent but utterly confused denizens of Earth's past back to where they belong.
He is crouched several meters away from one such rift, making gentle noises and gestures toward something that must be hiding behind an overturned car. Nearby, a fire hydrant is blasting water into the sky and slowly filling the street and a few shops appear to have been careened through by something roughly bull-sized, like that unfortunate dishware one, oops. ]
Why don't you come out here and I'll take you home, little one?