paixaorpg | The Alien Enters: Active

The Alien Enters: Active

Character(s): Stitch, anyone near Vanaheim who wants to join
Content: Stitch causes chaos as he enters Paixao, what else?
Setting: Vanaheim gate, outside and inside
Time: Midday
Warnings: Maybe a wee bit of violence...

Stitch flung the door of the spaceship he had borrowed to go island surfing open, coughing as he did so. Scrambling out of the ship, he noticed that he wasn't in Hawaii, but was in a totally different place. Hiding his second set of legs, he scuttled away from the ship, then stood up to look around. Confused, his ears settled to the sides of his head.

"Lilo?...Lilo!" he shouted, then noticed a gate entering the strange dome in front of him. Feeling sneaky, he decided to abandon the burnt out spaceship and explore the new place in front of him. Sneaking up on all fours, he hid behind the gate guard house until the guards turned to look into the dome. Then, shouting at the top of his lungs, he jumped on the first guard, then flipped and landed on the top of the head of the other guard, laughing the entire time.

Jumping off, he ran into the dome, finding a light pole to scamper on top of while the guards went off looking for him.

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Carpet had spent some time soaring aimlessly, searching without much hope for any of his friends. Thankfully, the odd weather had ended soon, and he was both dry and at a comfortable temperature again. As if heat or cold had ever really affected him.... He hadn't seen anyone who looked even remotely close to who he was looking for, though he had paused in his search to accost a friendly-looking native, one of the people with the strange pale hair, and eyes bluer than a lotus. He had poked them with his journal until they had understood what he'd wanted and demonstrated how to use it, allowing Carpet to make a small post (http://gimmesometassel.livejournal.com/532.html) as he continued with his search. But not before doing something like the bastard child of a joyride and a victory dance--it was the first time he was really able to clearly, accurately express himself, after all, and it felt incredible!

He was soaring near yet another gate (all the better to look for his friends in the constant swarm of incoming strangers) when he saw what had to be the strangest little creature he'd ever laid.... er.... well, he had no eyes to lay onto anything. But it was a weird animal nonetheless, large, blue, and with mouse-like ears and prominent fangs. Not something the Genie would turn himself into though, even if it was blue.... What on earth was it, and why was it on top of that.... strange metal pole.... with fire inside a glass globe? Or whatever it was producing that light. Wasn't it in pain from the fire heating the glass underfoot?

Carpet swooped down to hover alongside the strange creature, waving with one tassel and beckoning questioningly to himself--it was a gesture pulled from the universal collective subconscious of all cabbies everywhere, and could easily be translated to 'Hey, buddy, need a lift?'

Stitch sat on top of the lamp making faces and rude noises at the guards who stood below him, just waiting for him to climb down. He steadied himself on the top again, looking for another lamp to jump to when he saw a carpet...flying? He watched it as it flew over to him and motioned as if it was offering him a ride. Stitch looked at it strangely, then looked down again, and decided to take the carpet's offer.

Gently stepping on, he stuck his tongue out at the guards once more before bracing himself for the ride.

Carpet might have smiled as the blue mouse-thing stepped on, knowing that the guards would have to wait another day to capture the creature--for whatever it had done. Then again, who was he to judge? He had helped a petty street rat thief become a prince! Besides, rides were just about all he was useful for, anyway.....

Carpet took off with a sudden burst of speed, spiraling until he'd reached a level far above most people's heads, high enough to be able to pick out landmarks easily. Having found a good altitude, he proceeded at a considerably more leisurely pace, using one tassel to gesture in a circle, then point back at him, before spreading both forward-facing tassels--a silent question of where his passenger wanted to go next. He certainly didn't have any ideas, and he didn't really know his way around yet.... What better way to learn than take people places? Maybe he should post on that communal board he'd been shown to offer rides?

After he was done shuttling his potential new friend, maybe....

Stitch watched as the carpet he was sitting on went straight up into the air, above all of the people that were following him. He noticed the carpet's gesture, thinking that it probably wanted him to figure out a place to go.

"Hmmm" Stitch thought while looking around. He pointed off into the distance, somewhere near the center of the city, even though he didn't know this at the time.

"There!" He said, hoping the carpet understood.

Carpet twisted one tassel into the appearance of a thumbs up, swinging around to head in the direction his friend had indicated. It was a smooth flight and a pretty good pace, brisk enough to offer a nice breeze, but still slowly enough to pick out inidividual landmarks, if they needed to. All in all, it was really rather pleasant for the sentient inanimate object, and the little blue creature sitting on him hardly weighed anything.

It was at times like this he really wished he could start a conversation....

(OOC: Are we crashing a thread, or just having them travel, or what?)

Stitch had enjoyed the ride so far. It was interesting to fly without a spaceship, to feel the air. He looked over the edge trying to find something interesting to cause chaos in.

"No talk?" He said to the carpet, confused.

(OOC: If you know of a thread to crash, I'm up for it. Whatever you feel like!)

(OOC: Hmm, I don't know of any offhand. ^^ But I'll ask in the chat and/or post on the OOC comm.)

No talk? The simplest, bluntest statement possible. It almost made him feel bad; he was entirely dependent on pantomime--and now, that journal thing clutched safely in one of his tassels--to get his ideas across, and how confusing and annoying must that be for the person he was trying to communicate with? Carpet would have sighed if he could.

Instead, he just made a tassel into a thumbs up again to show that his passenger was right, before bobbing his front corners in an approximation of an apologetic shrug. If the little blue guy wanted to try talking, he'd make his best effort to continue the conversation. If not.... well, he had his doubts about starting his own while flying, but he might be able to try.

(OOC: Ok, just let me know! I'm back home so I'm normally online.)

Watching the carpet make gestures with one of the tassels on the edge, he realized that it couldn't talk, only make gestures. He didn't want to distract it, so instead he looked over one of the edges towards the ground flying by underneath them. The landscape looked so much different from what he was used to in Hawaii.

"ooh...Shiny..." He said to himself, before turning and looking over the other side, content to keep himself busy by watching the strange scenery fly by.

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