[ Aliens are new - the sapient kind, anyway - and yet he's almost distressed by how he takes their appearance in stride. At this point, nothing can surprise him anymore. The shock wore off quickly on the first day, and now Bucciarati's more curious than anything. Curious about who they are and how they live, and especially curious about why they seem to know about them - the ones who came from the eggs. His focus from the moment he gained consciousness here has been finding answers, and it seems someone who might have them has finally appeared. Several someones.
He's at the banquet, being very polite towards the thessyx and to the refugees, too. Other hatchlings might see him offering bits of the food to refugees, provided they ask him respectfully (or look sufficiently pathetic.) And they'll also see that it's not because he's grossed out by it, himself. He bites into one of those pickled insects with almost no hesitation. ]
The flavor is surprisingly complex.
[ local cuisine is good to try!! Don't judge him. It certainly tastes better than the borderline toilet moonshine they've got going around, but he has a glass of that, too, and is taking careful sips of it. Maybe he's gotten too used to the fine wines of Naples.
Later in the evening, if he catches another hatchling's eye, he'll beckon them over. ]
Did you see that shell they brought in when they arrived? [ he keeps his voice low and neutral. ] Do you think it's a Trojan horse?
b. pest control (network)
USERNAME: bucciarati SUBJECT: Creatures.
I'm in agreement that we should destroy these things before they cause any permanent damage to electrical wiring or pipes we have set up. If you run into one and need someone to deal with it, page me.
[ yes, page. He's from 2001. Be kind. ]
That said, I've managed to capture one of them and immobilize it for the time being. Has there been word from anyone on whether we're going to research these things? There might be some scientific value in keeping a small number alive.
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[ Aliens are new - the sapient kind, anyway - and yet he's almost distressed by how he takes their appearance in stride. At this point, nothing can surprise him anymore. The shock wore off quickly on the first day, and now Bucciarati's more curious than anything. Curious about who they are and how they live, and especially curious about why they seem to know about them - the ones who came from the eggs. His focus from the moment he gained consciousness here has been finding answers, and it seems someone who might have them has finally appeared. Several someones.
He's at the banquet, being very polite towards the thessyx and to the refugees, too. Other hatchlings might see him offering bits of the food to refugees, provided they ask him respectfully (or look sufficiently pathetic.) And they'll also see that it's not because he's grossed out by it, himself. He bites into one of those pickled insects with almost no hesitation. ]
The flavor is surprisingly complex.
[ local cuisine is good to try!! Don't judge him. It certainly tastes better than the borderline toilet moonshine they've got going around, but he has a glass of that, too, and is taking careful sips of it. Maybe he's gotten too used to the fine wines of Naples.
Later in the evening, if he catches another hatchling's eye, he'll beckon them over. ]
Did you see that shell they brought in when they arrived? [ he keeps his voice low and neutral. ] Do you think it's a Trojan horse?
b. pest control (network)
USERNAME: bucciarati
SUBJECT: Creatures.
I'm in agreement that we should destroy these things before they cause any permanent damage to electrical wiring or pipes we have set up. If you run into one and need someone to deal with it, page me.
[ yes, page. He's from 2001. Be kind. ]
That said, I've managed to capture one of them and immobilize it for the time being. Has there been word from anyone on whether we're going to research these things? There might be some scientific value in keeping a small number alive.