Hello there, strange helmet person.

[dug_the_dog]

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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[swarmfree]

Veetor's sitting by himself in the grass today, enjoying the alien scenery and fresh air. ...Okay, scratch the fresh air part. It all smells the same to him, sterile and completely lacking any scent whatsoever. It's a pity what the young quarian is missing out on, but hey, nothing new. He still has his eyesight, no matter how tinted it may be. The garden zone is beautiful.

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.

[dug_the_dog]

Dug was uncertain what it was that he'd landed on. It was the general shape of a person, but it didn't have a face. It was quite curious, but Dug didn't ruminate upon it for very long. Rather, he shoved his face against the front of Veetor's helmet and proceeded to smear the strange dampness of his nose across the visor as he sniffed him.

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."

[swarmfree]

Keelah, more alien races invading the personal space.

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?

[dug_the_dog]

Quarian.

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."