+1 "Put That Thing Back Where It Came From Or So Help Me"

[nomoreroom]

So! This wasn't actually what he was expecting, when he opened the kitchen door today. He had an excellent venison burger sitting in the fridge, practically calling his name, but he opened the door to the Hotel kitchen, wouldn't you know it-

A completely alternate dimension. Well isn't that just a fine how do you do?

Now if he were a demon of more basic desires and concrete obvious goals, he'd have shut that door and kept trying it until he got his goddamn burger.

Clearly, though, that wasn't what happened.

Tall, that's what he was, way too tall to not stand out, all limbs and pointed fingers and jagged dagger smile, gleeful as he wandered about the plaza and no doubt scaring the children, if there happened to be any unfortunate enough to be there. Nosy thing too, deer-like ears swiveling this way and that to eavesdrop on any possible conversation in the immediate area.

And when he opened his mouth, the hiss and crackle of an old radio came out with a pop, that voice tinny, gleeful and disquieting.

"Good evenin' folks, fantastic night out, isn't it?

Now, I went about readin' your how to's and what do's and where go's and how so's, but I still got a question for you fine, lovely folks out there.

How many of you beautiful surface citizens came from somewhere a little further south? Don't be shy now, step right up."

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[nomoreroom]

"Sure sounds like it! Can't imagine what it's like to be the only one."

Well, to a certain extent, anyway.

"Ooh boy, Indy, she's got a smile like a steak knife rack, mixes drinks better than anyone in town, voice of an angel. That's right, she talks, Indy, talks like the dickens! Talk to you all night if you let her! Popular lady, I'll have to introduce you to her sometime!"

[hybriddino]

I got used to it. It's what I'm used to, after all.

The Indoraptor himself smiles, the mouthful of gnarled teeth enough to frighten most humans, but he knows Alastor's no human. The smell's all wrong.

She sounds like I'd want to meet her. I can talk - now with words, but I use this whiteboard to talk for me. I taught myself the language of humans a while ago. The smile grows into a mouthful of short, sharp knives. Tell your lady friend the Indoraptor said hi.

[nomoreroom]

"Sure will, Indy. Tell you what, my friend, when I head back down-" IF he headed back down- "I'll tell her to put you on my tab, how's that sound?"

You know, if this particular dinosaur could drink. There was the idle wonder if he could write while smashed, or if it'd just be a big jumbled, squiggly mess on the board.

Drunk pictionary with a dinosaur might be fun.

[hybriddino]

Not a bad idea. The dinosaur wouldn't mind meeting another, even if she isn't a member of his species. I've never actually tried alcohol. I know what it is, but I've never tried it.

Though a night out on the town might be an experience for a creature like the Indoraptor. And between his black scales and red eyes he might not seem out of place.

What kind of dinosaur is she?

[nomoreroom]

"Don't worry, Indy, we'll start you off small." Well, he'll tell him it's small. Indy's a big boy, after all, he could probably take a few car bombs before he got wrecked.

"Now Indy, I'm not a scientist, gonna admit I don't know what kind she is! Looks a bit like you, I can tell you that, not as big, more of an orange motif goin' on."

[hybriddino]

So she's a raptor? Indo's excited by the idea of meeting another raptor, even in another world. He turns his head, pointing to the gold stripe down his back. Like me?

The more he hears, the better this place sounds. And it has living dinosaurs like him, too!

[nomoreroom]

"Well if that's what a raptor looks like, then I guess she is! I can't see what she's got on her under her top though buddy, can't tell you if she's got more stripes.

If that's your bag though, you can try sweet talkin' her."

[hybriddino]

The Indoraptor has never tried flirting, partly because he's never encountered creatures like him in the world and his instincts are really his only way of handling such a situation. The one female dinosaur he encountered was more interested in fighting than flirting, and he was much the same way. He was too enraged to think of much more than killing and punishment.

What's her name, if I can ask?

[nomoreroom]

"Dakota! Sweet girl, real friendly. Little fluffier than you are. Don't make feather duster jokes, some poor yuntz found that one out the hard way at the bar haha!

Aaah.... She ate him alive."

[hybriddino]

The Indoraptor doesn't eat humans, not anymore, but he won't necessarily judge dinosaurs who do. It took a great deal of introspection and discipline for him to control his own instincts enough to lose any interest in human flesh.

I'll keep that in mind. He bends, exposing his own featherlike quills. He doesn't know it, but if his DNA hadn't been tampered with, and his Velociraptor genome was not watered down with modern lizard and amphibian DNA, he'd have a feathery coat of his own.

[nomoreroom]

"Well would you look at that! I think you'll get along like two peas in a pod, Indy. Just a regular Bonnie and Clyde."

[hybriddino]

The Indoraptor gives a quiet churr. I'm sure we will. Who are Bonnie and Clyde? People you know? He isn't very familiar with human history yet - biologically, he's only a couple of years old, and most of that was spent in a cage.

[nomoreroom]

"No, but boy did I report on 'em, Indy! Hey, you should look 'em up sometime! If you're gonna go around talkin' and hangin' out with everyone here, may as well get to know where they're from, right?

It'll be fun!"