space invaders of the literal kind [ SEMI-CLOSED ]

[dismembers]

who ; dismembers and those who expressed interest
what ; Grid invading the personal space bubbles of... many, many people.
where ; varies
when ; varies
warning(s) ; possible language, will update as necessary

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[notjelly]

Camille is minding her own business in her cafe, preparing a quiche when--

--the most amazing thing ever darkens her doorway.

It's the most alien thing she's seen here so far, which pleases her immediately. The idea that this huge, almost insect-like, gorgeous creature might be here to hurt her wafts by without a second thought. Who cares? If it is, Camille can deal with it. The poor critter probably just wants tea and...

Oh, Camille is going to try everything she can to get this thing to stay awhile. She wants those shapes.

"Oh aren't you a beauty!" She gushes, without even a trace of sarcasm or irony. "Hello, hello, welcome! Do you eat? Well, teeth like those, I s'pose you must! If you're here for a cuppa and a bite I can certainly oblige, so long as the bite isn't out of me hu hu hu!"

[dismembers]

Grid automatically lowers herself into a defensive stance, back arching slightly and her head swinging forward, lips peeling back from her teeth. She had only poked her nose in to investigate the source of unfamiliar scents--she was not prepared to deal with a rather enthusiastic greeting.

"am not hungry"

She hisses it warily, although the translator is as flat and emotionless as always.

In truth she is hungry, but she has only a vague idea of what a 'cuppa' is and when it comes to food... Well, as far as she's concerned Camille is the only thing that looks vaguely appetizing and that would certainly get her in trouble.

[notjelly]

Camille laces her hands behind her back and smiles up at the critter, trying to exude a sense of ease. The creature looks a little upset. Camille listens patiently, her smile broadening at the translator.

"So you can talk! That's good, excellent! Alright, then, no food. But if you'll take a drink of some kind? Tea, coffee, plain water? Not sure what you can tolerate, so you'll have to forgive me. Never encountered someone like you before!"

[dismembers]

Her head tilts slowly, first from one side to the next, always keeping the female in her sights. Traditionally she was met with fear, screaming or cursing, and at least some form of apprehension. This was... almost unsettling.

"of course can talk" she spits, lip twitching up,

"loud meats just not always understand"

She refuses to let the meat intimidate her, and the xenomorph stubbornly steps further into the establishment, rising up into a more dominant posture.

"give water"

[knight4darkness]

Nemesis Prime had encountered a number of odd things during his time on this space station. From the odd acceptance of strangers, to the even stranger occurrence of what he was told was called friendship, from humans who were actually Cybertronian to aliens who were raised by animals...

...waking up from recharge with a xenomorph on him, however, was a new experience.

Not that he was aware of the species name. Or cared, much. He did recognize the individual, however, which kept him from immediately transforming in to standard mode and defending himself.

Instead, he revved his engine. Get off me.

[dismembers]

Grid stirred when the large metal thing she was curled up on vibrated beneath her, the noise that accompanied it making her lip twitch into an annoyed snarl. Not that it was really a thing--in her limited grasp of other, non-organic, species she understood that this thing was alive in some odd way. She interpreted the noise and movement as some indication of impatience, or even annoyance, but she was in no particular rush to move. It was warm here, and she wasn't about to give up a prime basking spot until she was damn ready.

With a long, lazy stretch she uncurled, sprawling out across the things hood like a cat in a sunbeam, the slight twitch in her tailtip and the extra time she devoted to making herself comfortable hinting that she was perfectly aware that she was being a brat.

[knight4darkness]

Unfortunately for Grid, the 'thing' was not willing to wait for her to finish her sunbathing.

Instead, Nemesis transformed. The hood promptly split apart; with him leaning forwards as he gained legs and arms, this would hopefully leave her clinging to his grill if she didn't leap off entirely.

Either way, he'd be able to give the creature a dark look. An annoyed, anything-but-amused look.

[dismembers]

Grid hissed sharply as her perch suddenly moved and shifted in some way she was not entirely able to comprehend. Stubborn as she was she did keep clinging to him throughout the change, although she was quite vocal in her displeasure.

As soon as he stopped moving she was clambering her way up what now served as his chest, bringing her up to eye level so she could (perhaps less venomously than she would for more people) spit at him.

"stop moving, stupid bitch"

[notyourchauffer]

He'd have preferred to stay at the Normandy base. It's quiet there, and he can get most of his work done, however his tinkering needed to be done away from prying eyes. Not that he had anything to hide anymore, but distractions at a absolute minimum was preferred, so he worked on his mechanical projects in a small garage away from the living spaces of most.

It's also a lot more messy than his usual projects.

He's got Pudge to keep him company, the cat-sized spider crawling up his back and hanging there as he tightens another bolt on his racer. He pets her and decides to take a break, leaning back against the half-completed machine, he closes his eyes for just a minute.

And an hour later he's waking up to something much more substantial weighing on him than a spider.

"Oh," Skyfire says rather calmly, "Oh hello, you."

[dismembers]

"hello"

For once Grid doesn't announce herself with an inhuman shriek, choosing instead to hiss her greeting. She was too busy making herself comfortable to make much fuss, and besides that she was fond of Skyfire. Or as fond as she could be of anything male, anyways.

She'd considered herself lucky to find the massive humanoid sleeping, and had wasted no time taking advantage of the situation and insinuated herself on and around him as much as possible. Now that she's comfortable (and warm), she doesn't feel too inclined to move anytime soon.

"what are you doing"

[notyourchauffer]

"Hi," Well this is surreal. But not an unpleasant surprise. For Skyfire, it's like waking up with a very large, drooling predatory cat on his chest.

"It's been a while since I've seen you. Good to see you're uh. Well," He smiles but he's not sure that will mean much to her or if she even understands the gesture.

"Oh I was taking a nap. Now I'm. Done with that I guess. What about you?" It's kind of obvious. She's sitting on him.

[dismembers]

He head cocks to the side and, despite the lack of any visible eyes, she appears to be studying him.

"was cold, needed warm places"

In this case 'cold' was synonymous with 'lonely,' but she's not quite fond enough of Skyfire to admit that. Instead she just kneads him slightly, a slightly bizarre gesture from a creature with humanoid hands.

"is a bad place to sleep here, very exposed" By her standards, anyways. Anywhere she can slip in unnoticed is obviously too exposed to be safe.

[fuckinghubble]

Raimi needed a distraction. You wouldn't think one was necessary when you're on a fucking space station, but you'd be surprised. At least he had his new apartment in Doctorow to keep him preoccupied, but at the risk of going completely recluse then he needed alternative outlets.

This was shitty. Now that he was finally free of the obligations of answering telephones and slaving with the other herd of desk jockeys, it was safe to say that Raimi had become increasingly jaded -- and that, my friend, was no good.

Of course, he was kind of hoping that he'd find something interesting at the local bar in this district.

Having an imminent encounter with a fourteen-foot alien wasn't quite the color in his life that the programmer had in mind. And it certainly wasn't one that he was looking forward to when moseying around the corner with his laptop bag in tow.

[dismembers]

Grid had an excellent sense of timing, in the sense that it was absolutely horrid for everyone else. She'd selected her current target at random, attracted by the fact he appeared humanoid, unarmed, and alone. For the most part it was the same criteria she used when hunting, looking for prey that wouldn't pose a danger to her, but for once she wasn't looking for food.

Creeping along the many smooth surfaces of Sacrosanct was hardly a problem for the xeno--she slid over walls and ceilings like a shadow, watching the human and carefully positioning herself in his path.

Pressed close against the wall, holding herself as low as possible, Grid was was hardly hidden--but that wasn't her goal. As soon as she saw him round the corner she pounced.

[fuckinghubble]

Normally, Raimi's immediate reaction would be to run like hell. He didn't know why he couldn't run. Even if he did, it wasn't like it would matter anyway -- by the time he'd have started to turn and make like a tree, he was already being tackled by a fucking giant alien of death.

Jesus Christ, he was going to die.

"FUCK!"

Enjoy a barrage of some colorful language, Grid.

[dismembers]

If there was one downside to living on a station full of loud meat, it was that they were, well, loud. She recognized cursing, and the feelings behind it, but she was more concerned with the volume than the content. At this rate he would attract anyone in the sector to his aid, which would ruin any chance at her getting anything out of this stupid encounter.

So she hissed, shoving her face so close she treated the poor man to a liberal shower of drool, and her translator crackled to life with the usual level of eloquence.

"shut up stupid bitch"

[parasomnist]

Alex's sleep has become fitful. She's having trouble telling the difference between when she's awake and when she's dreaming again, and now she has to focus, hard, to make sure she doesn't stumble into the dreams of others. They hurt her, when they do.

But that means her nights are vastly empty and lonely. She doesn't like walling off her mind, and she doesn't understand how it can be that every other universe is apparently like this, a world where everyone dreams alone. She considers asking Jade if it's ok, but she fears Sollux finding out.

He's thirteen. I shouldn't be afraid of him. I'm literally twice his age.

He also has eye lasers.

She rolls over in bed, hovering on the edge of wakefulness, afraid to sleep.