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nexus_crossings2021-01-03 07:48 pm
reorienting) wrote in nexus_crossings2021-01-03 07:48 pm
+1 Half-Alien Artist
When the Morpho touches down on the furthest outskirts, the ship itself seems only large enough for two people. If he isn't bothered then and there, he can be found wandering about, clad entirely in his latex-like flight suit and a gossamer mask he's made, comprised supposedly of intricately-woven spider thread.
He can easily be found out and about, sketchpad and an old pencil in hand as he draws what he sees. It's late enough in the evening that he arrives. He's mindful to keep distance from anyone in the area, to the point of exhibiting avoidant behavior unless they deliberately approach him.
Should he even stay here? Should he just go again?
For the most part, he only wanders about the outskirts and wilds. Nowhere in a closed space.
Maybe it's wrong to come here, anyway. But so long as he continues to observe his strict cleaning regimen, and physically distances to keep the temptation to interact with others down, there's no risk. He can treat this just like any other planetary observance. It's worked in keeping himself and others safe for two centuries now. It'll work here, too.
Regardless of where he's found, he's surprised when someone gets too close to his self-enforced distance. Even if they're familiar, he doesn't recognize them at first, shoulders hunched and head tucked downward.
"Ah-- I'm sorry, could you please take a few steps back?"
[ooc: For those I've threaded with before, you're welcome to have your character remember Glenn! If so, please let me know, so I can adjust Glenn's reactions to match. :) Furthermore, please feel free to use whatever writing style/tense you prefer; I'll match it.]
He can easily be found out and about, sketchpad and an old pencil in hand as he draws what he sees. It's late enough in the evening that he arrives. He's mindful to keep distance from anyone in the area, to the point of exhibiting avoidant behavior unless they deliberately approach him.
Should he even stay here? Should he just go again?
For the most part, he only wanders about the outskirts and wilds. Nowhere in a closed space.
Maybe it's wrong to come here, anyway. But so long as he continues to observe his strict cleaning regimen, and physically distances to keep the temptation to interact with others down, there's no risk. He can treat this just like any other planetary observance. It's worked in keeping himself and others safe for two centuries now. It'll work here, too.
Regardless of where he's found, he's surprised when someone gets too close to his self-enforced distance. Even if they're familiar, he doesn't recognize them at first, shoulders hunched and head tucked downward.
"Ah-- I'm sorry, could you please take a few steps back?"
[ooc: For those I've threaded with before, you're welcome to have your character remember Glenn! If so, please let me know, so I can adjust Glenn's reactions to match. :) Furthermore, please feel free to use whatever writing style/tense you prefer; I'll match it.]
Thanks for the info! :D
"Ah. Mine. I simply do not want to spread my condition to others. I am quite certain that my suit is sufficient in guarding others from me at the moment, but... Just want to take some time and measurements to make sure."
He's already waiting for results, but if he's just out and about away from people, it's fine.
If nothing else beyond his unusual body, such as heartbeat and the like, it's that he's completely covered in black from neck to toe. Even his black hair seems strange compared to humans, comprised of fur-like strands mixed with soft bird feathers.
Seeing her appearance, even her height, Glenn doesn't flinch.
"Beg pardon, I am not in your way, am I?"
[ooc: Glenn's info (however slapdash it is and needs tidying) can be found here, as well as in the comments~]
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"You're unwell?" Her voice is neutral but concern and worry fill in the ambiance. It's her species norm, the quiet empathy sharing the emotions others did with thier voice.
She shakes her head slowly, one of the many gestures she picked up from her human husband. "I saw the ship. Vehicles aren't common here so I came to see."