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Nobody has seen Li for several days. His coworkers at Samba have been having to pick up his shifts - which is just as well, he's picked up enough of theirs in the past. His living quarters, however, have not been untouched. At the very least, somebody's been taking care of his rat.
Wherever he is, though, you can be sure he's keeping notes of his surroundings. Mind you, they're in a pen and paper journal as he has no access to the Nexus whatsoever.
(And as a FOR REAL OMG OOC NOTE: For those that don't know, I've switched canons on Li. He's no longer a Potterverse character, but is from an original universe. His only powers are shapeshifting (which he sucks at) and telepathy (which requires physical contact). So... yeah. Just saying.)
Moondust gets in your trousers.
That's the way the song goes, right? Something like that. In any case, there is currently moondust in my trousers and it doesn't want to stay there. (Itchy, too.)
To do (not necessarily in this order):
- eat (check!)
- bathe
- go home
- Moonthingy: Dust! DUST! Inexplicably breathable atmosphere (which is full of dust)! Did I mention dust? Also, planet - swirling, red gas giant. I will call it Fred because its actual name is probably completely unpronounceable.
Yes, Planet Fred. With Dustin, its moon. (Dusty for short.)
- THERE ARE FISH. IN SPACE. SPACEFISH. Remember the inexplicably breathable atmosphere? Also: no gravity. It's like swimming, but harder. Alta and I jumped from Dusty to Random Asteroid #1899437, but completely missed because HAHAHAHA localised gravity what. However, spacefish have no problems with this, except that they get caught by spacefishing boats.
Oh, the wonders never cease.
- Alta has four arms and two tongues now. Am still a little fuzzy on how that happened.
- Got caught by spacefishing boat. Alta and I? Not spacefish. Also, compared to everyone else around here, I have too few arms and too many fingers. I would try to remedy that, but being of an obviously different species has its advantages. For instance, nobody expects me to speak the language here. Or know where I am. Which is wonderful because I am able to do neither of those things!
- People: are of indeterminate gender. Also, are either ugly (don't tell him I said that - I don't think he likes us), VERY DAMN TALL HELLO MA'AM, or really short (hahaha, people smaller than me~).
- I am taking horrible notes here. Seriously, these are absolutely awful. Am not going to be able to make heads or tails of these when I get back.
- Food sucks. And there is one utensil - an all-in-one spoon/fork/knife with a spiny thing. Hell if I know what the spiny thing is for. There seems to be an etiquette to it that does not involve stabbing people in the eyes.
Things learned:
- I am really sorry for yanking your mask off, Janoah.
- miniature ball lightning = no touch
- All in all, curiousity killed the cat
Aiyah~, what next?
Wherever he is, though, you can be sure he's keeping notes of his surroundings. Mind you, they're in a pen and paper journal as he has no access to the Nexus whatsoever.
(And as a FOR REAL OMG OOC NOTE: For those that don't know, I've switched canons on Li. He's no longer a Potterverse character, but is from an original universe. His only powers are shapeshifting (which he sucks at) and telepathy (which requires physical contact). So... yeah. Just saying.)
Moondust gets in your trousers.
That's the way the song goes, right? Something like that. In any case, there is currently moondust in my trousers and it doesn't want to stay there. (Itchy, too.)
To do (not necessarily in this order):
- eat (check!)
- bathe
- go home
- Moonthingy: Dust! DUST! Inexplicably breathable atmosphere (which is full of dust)! Did I mention dust? Also, planet - swirling, red gas giant. I will call it Fred because its actual name is probably completely unpronounceable.
Yes, Planet Fred. With Dustin, its moon. (Dusty for short.)
- THERE ARE FISH. IN SPACE. SPACEFISH. Remember the inexplicably breathable atmosphere? Also: no gravity. It's like swimming, but harder. Alta and I jumped from Dusty to Random Asteroid #1899437, but completely missed because HAHAHAHA localised gravity what. However, spacefish have no problems with this, except that they get caught by spacefishing boats.
Oh, the wonders never cease.
- Alta has four arms and two tongues now. Am still a little fuzzy on how that happened.
- Got caught by spacefishing boat. Alta and I? Not spacefish. Also, compared to everyone else around here, I have too few arms and too many fingers. I would try to remedy that, but being of an obviously different species has its advantages. For instance, nobody expects me to speak the language here. Or know where I am. Which is wonderful because I am able to do neither of those things!
- People: are of indeterminate gender. Also, are either ugly (don't tell him I said that - I don't think he likes us), VERY DAMN TALL HELLO MA'AM, or really short (hahaha, people smaller than me~).
- I am taking horrible notes here. Seriously, these are absolutely awful. Am not going to be able to make heads or tails of these when I get back.
- Food sucks. And there is one utensil - an all-in-one spoon/fork/knife with a spiny thing. Hell if I know what the spiny thing is for. There seems to be an etiquette to it that does not involve stabbing people in the eyes.
Things learned:
- I am really sorry for yanking your mask off, Janoah.
- miniature ball lightning = no touch
- All in all, curiousity killed the cat
Aiyah~, what next?