🍄 HOTEL ARRIVAL There is something terribly, terribly strange about the landscape. It looks... dead. Empty. And that is terribly, terribly bothersome. A few strange green shapes dot the flat plains here and there, but they, too, seem withered somehow. Too static. Everything is so very still.
Including the stranger staring out one of the hotel lobby windows. Unnaturally still, almost. Except for his hair, which seems to move in an unseen breeze. He's dressed all in black, and one slender finger taps idly against his lips. When he turns toward someone, the full bizarre look sinks in.
His eyes are glittering - literally glittering - alien things. And his skin is a pale shade of almost lavender. Everything about him is just slightly off. Save for the sudden smile he bursts into, upon seeing someone else.
"Hello!"
🍄 DANCING SHOES ... and then, later.
The entire concept of this saloon is new to him. Some people know what this is, even based on the bare minimum of memories, but not him. Not this elongated, uncanny valley weirdo who, frankly, looks lost from the moment he sets foot in the saloon. He's craning his head all around, trying to see everything at once.
Like a kid who's wandered into the dinosaur section of the museum.
But he's probably in the way. You might have to give him a nudge in a direction to get him to snap out of it.
Symbiosis | Teenage Exocolonist | ota
There is something terribly, terribly strange about the landscape. It looks... dead. Empty. And that is terribly, terribly bothersome. A few strange green shapes dot the flat plains here and there, but they, too, seem withered somehow. Too static. Everything is so very still.
Including the stranger staring out one of the hotel lobby windows. Unnaturally still, almost. Except for his hair, which seems to move in an unseen breeze. He's dressed all in black, and one slender finger taps idly against his lips. When he turns toward someone, the full bizarre look sinks in.
His eyes are glittering - literally glittering - alien things. And his skin is a pale shade of almost lavender. Everything about him is just slightly off. Save for the sudden smile he bursts into, upon seeing someone else.
"Hello!"
🍄 DANCING SHOES
... and then, later.
The entire concept of this saloon is new to him. Some people know what this is, even based on the bare minimum of memories, but not him. Not this elongated, uncanny valley weirdo who, frankly, looks lost from the moment he sets foot in the saloon. He's craning his head all around, trying to see everything at once.
Like a kid who's wandered into the dinosaur section of the museum.
But he's probably in the way. You might have to give him a nudge in a direction to get him to snap out of it.