Hello there, strange helmet person.
who ; Dug and Veetor
what ; There's a disturbance in the force.
where ; Garden Zone 00
when ; Mid-morning
warning(s) ; None.
There was something peculiar in the grass today. Dug wasn't entirely certain what it was, but it was quite odd and that had managed to both spark and hold the golden retriever's interests. He'd
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He wants to take a vid recording of the environment. Something to keep for himself later. Something he can take back to the flotilla, too, and show to those who still associate with him. SUDDENLY, WILD ANIMAL. There's a shout of surprise, and then he's down, back to the dirt, omni-tool disturbed and recording ruined.
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After a moment, he shifted back and sat down on Veetor's chest. He was a very interesting creature.
"Are you a mailman, strange-helmet-person? You smell like a mailman."
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Veetor takes a deep breath, holds it as he waits for the world outside his helmet to stop spinning, then exhales when he sees that strange nose pressed against the glass. Stay calm and try not to freak out. You've done that one too many times here already.
"I - I'm a quarian." Are you going to lick him like the shark man did?
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Well, Dug did not know that word, though that was not particularly unusual. Dug simply accepted the explanation and his tongue lolled out of his mouth as he peered down at Veetor. He shifted off the Quarian's chest and quickly jogged a small circle around him, jamming his nose in various nooks and crannies as he tried to get all of the smell he could get off Veetor. Unfortunately it wasn't much, as the suit was airtight.
Still, eventually, it appeased the dog and he sat down on the grass.
"Hi there, strange-helmet-quarian." Dug greeted and his tail wagged against the grass. "You smell strange. You also have a loud sound. It is also strange. You are strange, but I like you."
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