4th ☆

[adropofjupiter]

[Phone]

[Marisa's not exactly sounding like herself today. In fact, she sounds a little freaked out though her voice is quiet.]

Um... What, uh... What happens when... ah. What happens when drones, um.... die?


[1125 Taylor (action)]

[Anyone passing by 1125 Taylor might notice the front door is half open and there sun reflects off of something thick and red dripping slowly down it.

[OOC WARNING: Marisa is now suffering the Postman's Curse for breaking into the post office. Any characters coming to 1125 Taylor may be subjected to bodily injury should they have physical contact with Marisa. PM me for more details if needed.]

Comments

[bombbrat]

Oh. I'm from Earth. My brother's an alien too! He's kind of an asshole, but he's still from a different planet.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

My father person's an alien too. And an asshole.

...I have yet to meet an alien here that's not an asshole in some way. Huh. Makes you wonder...

[bombbrat]

I think most of them are assholes until you're able to gain their trust. Che, I wouldn't be surprised if they all looked down on Earthlings.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Yeah... they probably think we're the assholes.

[bombbrat]

That's why the trick is to make them feel welcome, and give them time to feel comfortable. So if they plan to attack, they'll forget about it long enough for you to know how to stop them.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Huh. I never thought about it that way. Good point, ze.