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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2016 18:58:15 GMT -5
Theta smiled, tipping their head in their own greeting as she tapped the back of their hand. "Yes, quite lovely. Temperate," they mused after a moment, sipping coffee out of their plastic straw and glancing out to the white and grey streets outside. A monorail that they would later be on whizzed by, and they looked back to Zazzy. "What are you doing today?" Theta wished that they weren't working. Maybe they could go and show her some of sights, but after a moment they gently reminded themself that they could still call off, if they really wanted to. Their work was important, but they had assistants. They weren't the only one who could it.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2016 19:33:23 GMT -5
Zazzy thought a moment, taking a sip of her practically boiling coffee trough her own straw. ANother thing about her race that others found peculiar - they couldn't stand cold or even warm drinks. They could easily down a bottle of boiling water, no problem, but as soon as lukewarm water touched their tongues, they had a massive brain freeze. "I thought I would explore the music strips," She pondered aloud, resting an elbow on the table and then her chin on her palm, watching pedestrians out the window. She shifted her lilac gaze to Theta again, and grinned, her naturally sleek and glossy, white-washed strawberry lips quirking up with a pastel pink curve. "I have not seen humanistic instruments before, nor heard their music, but I am interested," taking another scalding sip of coffee, Zazzy straightened her back once more. "I also need to find another pet supply strip," She added, "Bea's food is running a bit low." The Dansakies' had some interesting translations from their language to the locals - their word for 'shops' was 'strips,' and it was the same for a few others. 'In the morning' was 'with the sun,' even if just 'morning' was translated into 'morn.'
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2016 19:44:23 GMT -5
"It is quite beautiful, I believe," Theta said, confused on what she meant by strips for a moment, but quickly figuring it out, "the music. They have, um... pianos, yes, pianos. They are a lot like some of the instruments of my people, and aren't hard to play. Guitars too, and these small guitars called ukuleles. They are like... wooden boxes with strings that you strum and push. I cannot figure them out." They laughed to themself. "As for cat food, I believe that you could find a shop for that two blocks away." That's where they bought their own food at least, for Mixau. Mixau was a fat old tabby that one of Theta's human friends had bequeathed to them on their death. That was one sad thing about humans. They only lived up to one hundred some years. Theta's people lived up to ten thousand, and that was the minimum old age.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2016 17:16:32 GMT -5
Zazzy kept her eyes locked on Thetas ans they spoke about instruments, taking another sip of her burning beverage. Her laughter at their description of this 'ukulele' was light and charming, a song in itself. "Ah, guitars. Tún, I believe I have seen one before back home with a traveler. He was quite friendly, perhaps a little unaware of our customs. Beautiful music," She spread open her hand and let a few sparks slip from her palm, a bright, shining blue that replayed the tune of the song she had heard. Notes from an old song -Take It Easy - filtered through the air for a brief moment before they faded. She put her hand back on the table, but kept her palm open to show Theta two parallel scares over her palm. They were just as even and smooth as the rest of her skin, put just stark white instead of cream. "We have traditional instruments at home," She said, her eyes blossoming into an excited vivid violet. "We call it the L'Shlerá, and we play it with our palms." She gave a brief description of arching metal with several varying sized strings, a very abstract looking object. "We run our palms over the strings to generate the notes. It's lovely, and we consider the scars we get from playing to be a mark of beauty. The most you can have is five across your hand, but the depth of my scars make up for the lack thereof. And as for the food for Bea, I will keep that in mind, the strip just a bit always."
(I'm so sorry for vanishing so often. I have a lung infection and it's quite painful, so I'm trying to get as much rest as I can.)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2016 17:32:23 GMT -5
[[ it's okay! i had really bad bronchitis last summer and didn't do anything for weeks cause i couldn't move without wheezing .-. ]] Theta peered down at her palm, the spaces where their eyebrows would've been raising ever so slightly at the two thin scars. "Interesting," they finally said, hand reaching out to touch hers before they asked, "may I?" It was rude to touch people without their permission almost everywhere else in the galaxy but Is'yop, Theta had found. Being a telepath, well, it didn't always click that it was bad, and they'd gotten smacked or given a weird look more than once by various species, not just humans.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2016 17:51:20 GMT -5
"Physical contact is a near must in my culture, as it is with yours," Zazzy's white-washed strawberry lips quirked into a smile. Someone had done her research on the different races in the galaxy, clearly. "Be my guest, please," She finished, nodding towards her hand. Despite the glassy smoothness her skin seemed, it was still as soft and warm as any healthy humans - well, maybe warmer. And average Dansakie was above one hundred and two degrees Fahrenheit constantly, making their fevers skyrocket to one hundred and ten and hypothermia settling in at ninety eight degrees. When Theta touched Zazzy's hand, the scars let out a few more sparks, a few random notes that harmonized beautifully. "The scars are what give us the ability to create the Masice Fiyra - 'Music Sparks' in this language. No one really knows why."
(That sounds awful ): )
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2016 18:11:50 GMT -5
[[ it was pretty crappy. i hope you feel better soon. ]]
"Fascinating," Theta replied as their fingertips rested delicately in the middle of her palm. They could hear it, the tune, even though it was beneath her skin. Odd, very odd, but after a moment they pulled their hand away. Sometimes they accidentally invaded another person's thoughts if their guard was down, and that was always incredibly awkward. "My race is telepathic. We communicate with touch."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2016 18:31:00 GMT -5
One of Zazzy's eyebrows rose delicately, curiously. "Well, my kind think with music. It sounds odd, I know," She defended lightly, "But it's true. Listen," She reached out and put her hand on their again, her striking violet eyes meeting his as she let down her mind block. It was true! Her mind was full of notes, incoherent sirenic singing, strange melodies from who knows where. Her thoughts were impossible to speak, or even sing, because it was impossible to convey individual ideas and words. Even if Zazzy could speak like that, all anyone but her folk would hear was white noise. Beautiful and hypnotic, yet, but white noise none the less. After a few moments of letting Theta isn't her thoughts, Zazzy withdrew her hand from theirs with a wry grin before taking another scalding sip from her drink. "Even if you are telepathic, I highly doubt you could translate the mess in our heads. It's a miracle we aren't completely mad," she laughed softly, "So if you ever feel like you would like to reach out for contact, you do not need to hesitate."
(Awww thank you :) )
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2016 18:50:26 GMT -5
She was right, Theta couldn't translate. To them, it sounded like gibberish. It was beautiful gibberish at that, but from what they'd heard, they knew that they couldn't listen to it for a very long time. It was almost a relief when she pulled away. "Thank you," Theta said, folding their free hand into their lap as they sipped at their coffee, "I do not believe I have ever heard anything quite like that. My species, we communicate so much through our own thoughts that we rarely ever speak. It was quite the challenge to learn English, and Spanish, and Mandarin." It had taken them a good couple of months to even grasp the concept of talking only in words. It was just so... foreign.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2016 21:31:31 GMT -5
Zazzy dipped her head in understanding, her violet eyes shifting slowly into a lovely lilac. The golden curves and thread-like patterns over her arms pulsed lightly with her heartbeat, glinting metallically as early sunlight filtered through the window they sat next to. "As a Dansakie, I can more or less grasp your situation," she pulled another boiling sip of coffee, enjoying the scalding heat like a normal human would enjoy a cup of warm chamomile tea. "In our culture, we communicated through musical notes. It was... An interesting form of communication, to say the least. Every one of us has our own ways of using our language-" She broke off the sentence, carefully pondering on how to compare it with the modern language. Turning lilac eyes to Theta once more, she made eye contact with them as she continued. "It's like how everyone has their own way of using, ah, slang-" Zazzy used her fingers to 'quote' the word slang "-here, but more intense. Yet somehow, everything is perfectly clear to us. Coming to this base was a shock to me. I had assumed that most cultures had some sort of music in their speech. I was wrong to a high degree," She wasn't quite satisfied with the reply, but she figured that it ought to do for a bit.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2016 22:04:42 GMT -5
"Not any cultures that I have met use music so widely except for your own," Theta informed with a bit of a frown, "it is quite beautiful, but I think a lot of people view it to be... impractical?" Was that the right word? Yes, yes, impractical. They didn't believe that it was; it was music. Music was amazing. But, they could also see how it would be tedious for species not naturally inclined to it. Theta couldn't carry a tune, and they knew many humans and other species that couldn't do so either. There was a whole planet called Caralax that had no concept of music. "It is a very beautiful language though. Astounding, in fact."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 23:03:05 GMT -5
"My language is beautiful because of its impracticality. Mystery is beautiful - the unknown is beautiful." Zazzy smiled, showing that her canine teeth and the ones directly before they were narrowed into relatively sharp points, although no longer than the others. Her eyes turned from pastel lilac to feathery orchid. "My mother told me, before she passed, that beauty is not in the eye of the beholder, but of the wonder in their thoughts. The human race, years ago, once looked up here at the universe and thought it was beautiful. But now that they are here, and that they see it every day, they lost the sight of its beauty. The mystery was solved. The beauty vanished." Shrugging slim shoulders, Zazzy finished the last of her scalding drink and set the empty cup on the edge of the table, folding her fingers together and resting them on the table in front of her. "Are you comfortable with sharing about your culture? I'm vying to learn more."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 11:26:26 GMT -5
Well, her mother was not wrong. Theta pursed their lips as she asked about their own culture though. It was a bit... odd, to say the least. They sighed, and said, "The Is'y culture relies mainly on physical contact. We're a hive mind, as the humans call it. I feel as though they find it weird, that we always know what each other are thinking and feeling, but I have never known anything else, and neither has anyone of my species. As well, we do not have a human concept of... gender. Most species mistake me for a man, but no such thing exists with my people. Everyone is an equal in thought, so why focus on the body?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 11:43:54 GMT -5
Zazzy pondered on that for a moment, her eyes shifting to the window. The thoughtful expression wasn't seen much anymore on the general popular, since most of these people simply lived without thinking deeply about culture or behavior. "That is quite admirable," she said at last, returning her eyes to Thetas. "Equal in mind, so equal in all. A beautiful concept, which I wish I could fully understand." She fell back into silence for a moment, the serene thoughtfulness spreading back across her pale, glass-smooth face. It was almost a shame when it finally melted away, replaced by a lovely, apologetic smile, "I'm sorry, that must have been rude of me to pull for information about such a personal thing."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 12:24:52 GMT -5
(this looks kind of fun! a question about the alien species, though-- is anything off-limits? or, like, should we keep the species to those from specific fictional worlds, or what?) [[ nope, you can make up your own speices! nothing's off limits. ]]
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 12:39:37 GMT -5
"Oh no, it is fine!" Theta exclaimed, raising one hand, not wanting her to think that they were angry, "it is no bother to me at all when someone asks about my culture. Many people don't want to learn. It is quite refreshing when someone does, so, thank you, Zazzy." They smiled softly, actually showing teeth for once as they took a last, slurping sip of their iced coffee.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 15:17:39 GMT -5
[[ alright! take your time. ]]
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Lesbian
falconfire
currently watching/reading/playing: haikyuu, avatar: the last airbender, animal crossing new horizon
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Post by falconfire on Sept 3, 2016 15:44:01 GMT -5
Sage Allen | Male | 24 | Human | Mars Colony 717 Sage stands at an even 6 feet, with a pretty average build and a little bit of pudge on his stomach. His skin is a bit tan. His hair is dark brown and wavy, shaved at the sides; often he wears the longer parts in a short ponytail. Usually he sports a bit of dark stubble along his jawline. Both of his ears are pierced, and he usually wears simple black studs in them. Along his left forearm he has a tattoo: two circles next to each other, representing the eastern and western hemispheres of Earth as an homage to his heritage. On his right forearm is a stylized tattoo of a map of the known universe. Sage is equally as proud of his species as he is fascinated by the creatures from planets far away. He loves the resilience of humanity, the universality of art and myth between human cultures-- he also loves just how, well, alien some of the other individuals he meets are. He has a sense of adventure, and is a big extrovert. In addition, he's not organized when it comes to his possessions or his work. He's employed at the colony headquarters, but does the odd jobs that might normally be assigned to an intern, like grabbing coffee for executives or delivering mail. His mother lived most of her life at Station 5, but met his father from 717, so Sage spent most of his life here. Both of his parents have been dead for a few years, though. falconfire
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 15:56:11 GMT -5
[[ i''ll add him when i'm on my laptop! you can post a starter if you want and i can have him meet up with one of my people, but i can't promise it'll be good. ]]
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Lesbian
falconfire
currently watching/reading/playing: haikyuu, avatar: the last airbender, animal crossing new horizon
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Post by falconfire on Sept 3, 2016 16:51:04 GMT -5
(okay! sorry if this is a bit short.)
"Oh, would you shut the hell up?" hissed Sage. "I know you're getting this game data from halfway across the red planet, but..." He tapped the screen of his phone-- new technology and the melding of technology from different species had allowed cell service to reach much farther than it ever had before, but still, Sage seemed to be cursed with bad luck.
He was sat at a table outside a cafe for his lunch break, taking big bites of a sandwich. It was pretty quiet, now, which was a bit boring.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 18:13:08 GMT -5
[[ it's all good! can i just pretend that nolani already knows sage? i think that that's what i'm gonna do. ]]
Nolani practically raced into the cafe. She had exactly twenty minutes to get a sandwich and a coffee, eat that sandwich and coffee, and then get back to class. She could do it, but it was always a rush. Running to the cashier, she spat out her order, a medium iced coffee and half of a roasted vegetable panini, pretty please. They punched it in, and as she waited for them to get it, she stood by the counter, typing on her phone in order to look busy. Otherwise, she felt awkward, especially without a... Was that Sage? She didn't do anything, but she smiled to herself ever so slightly as she realized she'd have someone to sit with. After grabbing her drink, and then her sandwich, she darted over to the table, pulling out a chair and sitting down. "Hey there, pal," she greeted sarcastically, a smile twitching on her lips, which were sporting a brown lipstick today. She liked to find weird colors. Brown hadn't been in since seventy years ago.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 20:34:57 GMT -5
"Well," Zazzy grinned and subconsciously tapped a casual rhythm against the table wit her fingers, her nails clipping against the surface gently before she folde her hands again, "I will let you in on a little fact about Zanezza D'Claire. I love to learn. Absolutely anything new to me is something to explore and learn about." She tipped her head to the side, reaching behind her to pull all her liquid-Mercury hair over one shoulder letting it gloss down her chest and almost to her waist, since it was straight. "To be honest, I have hundreds of books at home, my ship," She said, "Most of which are textbooks on other cultures. But, as I'm sure you have noticed over the years, there is no substitute for direct interaction." Zazzy picked up her empty cup - which was still steaming slightly - and tossed it towards the trash can a few feet away. It landed with a light tip-tap as it bounced off the inside wall and onto the bottom. She turned back to Theta, a stray piece of hair whisping across her face before she whisked it back, tucking it behind her ear. As she did this, her palm released a few sparks that chimed in a abstract pattern, making her tip her head slightly. "It's getting a bit late in the morn, and I'm sure you're a busy person, Theta," She smiled at them, unfolding ehr leg from over the other. "If you need to leave for work or play, we can part ways for now."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 20:45:35 GMT -5
Theta laughed at her last statement. It was a pleasant chuckle, and they shook his head slightly as their eyes crinkled up. "I do have to go to work. I am employed at the embassy for Is'yop... it's more interesting than it sounds, I assure you, but I probably should not put off my research for today. Will I see you again?" They lightly rested their hand on hers, peering into her eyes. They hoped that they would. Zazzy was nice, a friend, and Theta knew just by resting their fingertips on the back of her hand that her intentions were pure. She was a good friend, a good person, and was interested in their personality instead of their looks. She was respectful too.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 21:18:19 GMT -5
"Tún, of course," Zazzy said with a friendly smile, letting Theta rest their hand on the back of her own. She surpressed the majority of her thoughts back - the incoherent musical kind - for the sake of keeping Theta sane for his work, but left basic functions in the open. She was an open book, and she knew it. It was how the Dansakie were raised, and she wasn't letting go of ehr roots any time soon. "Perhaps we'll run into each other on the streets today, as I wander aimlessly around and most likely get lost," She gave a lightly playful smile as she rose from her feet, the clipping of her heels against the ground faint to her ears. She gave a shallow bow, as was respectful of her culture, and tossed a few higher-pitched musical sparks towards Theta with a delicate wave of her hand. "I hope all fares well," she said automatically, as it was a typical farwell at her home planet.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 21:26:15 GMT -5
[[ do you wanna skip to when theta gets back? ]]
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 21:33:18 GMT -5
(Sure! So, what is your signature from?)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 21:36:44 GMT -5
[[ spy kids 2 (; ]]
Theta, after a long work day, had picked up yet another iced coffee at a food truck and was heading down one of the suspended walkways. The splendor of the stars outside didn't really affect them anymore, but it was one of the best places to view them on the base. They had come here a lot when they had first arrived, just to look, but now they only took the route when they decided on a long way home. They weren't thinking of Zazzy right now, just of how their research had gone. The new interns were a bit annoying, but Theta was well aware that they had been just like them at one point in their life. Being in a new place, on a new side of the galaxy entirely, was terrifying, especially when you did not speak the language or understand the people. Theta tried to hep them the best they could, but it was hard.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2016 14:53:23 GMT -5
"Fancy seeing you here," Zazzy's cheerful, soft, musical voice practically glowed amongst the crowds general chatter. A few people had stopped and looked around in confusion, and a small human child was gaping at her, his tiny teeth shimmery in the light as he marveled at her wings. Her eyes, with their slim, snake-like pupils, were a pastel violet as she fluttered onto the ground, the soles of her shoes touching down silently. Her hair had half-way come undone from its straightening, leaving it in kinky waves that she had pulled into a thick braid over her shoulder. She had changed into a pair of skinny jeans and a casual tank top, hugging her curves in a modest kind of way. A bag was hooked over her shoulder, and a corner of a thick book was peeking out under the top flap. Lifting her hands around chest-height, she gave a friendly traditional Dansakie greeting - a curtsy with musical sparks drifting form her scarred palms. Once the sparks had faded, she sipped her hands into her pockets and grinned at Theta.
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