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Who:Eddie Munson, OTA
What: Playing music and games
Where: Temba, Outdoors and in the Diner
When: Early to Mid June
Warnings: TBD

Go Play Outside

The weather was nicer and drier and Eddie didn't have a creepy tail anymore, so rather than being hunched over a table in the diner he's outside in the fresh air. Sort of. It's smoke-y air. And he's in the shade. And not really doing anything super physical. But it still counts, all right?

Sitting cross legged with his acoustic on his lap, Eddie's cigarette was burned down dangerously close to his lip, forgotten as he jotted down his revisions in his note book. He cursed, taking a final draw and stubbing the thing out, dropping the notebook so he could try the new lyrics out.

Go Play Inside

D&D meanwhile wasn't easy to play outside. Papers would blow away, the ground was too uneven for dice rolls. He'd tried it. It never worked.

Players were also at an all time low, and without them it was just Eddie telling a long and complicated story to no one. So he opted to try and up interest in a way he was intimately familiar with- making an ass of himself.

He climbed up on top of his table (a little more wobblily than the ones in the cafeteria, shit), and gestured wildly at the few heroes just trying to eat in peace.

"Who among you has what it takes to be an adventurer!? The guts? The passion??...Seriously, anyone? I'm actually asking here?"

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He laughed at the teenaged antics, rolling his eyes in amusement, and picking out some kind of muffin on the way out to toss to the guy as they left. "These are pretty okay," he offered, "If you can't cook, you gotta memorize who's cooking when and get the good shit."

Despite his poor experience two seconds ago, Stu accepted the muffin completely unskeptically, biting in gratefully and glad to have something in his stomach that wasn't the texture of worm snot. With his mouth full, he said, "When're they beaming up Colonel Sanders?" because that seemed pretty foundational to a functional society to him. When he could speak properly, he said more earnestly, "So you're the guy who knows where the good shit is. My lucky day."

"Heh, you'll have to make a special request, see what they say," he teased. It was all better than what he could cook, so he wasn't going to complain too much.

His lips curled in amusement, not the first time he's heard that. "All the good shit," he agreed with a pointed emphasis.

That emphasis might have worked if the genre Stu was navigating wasn't so confused. At first, he gave a theatrical nod in return, eyebrows raised like he totally understood, until they fell and he had to assume, "It's just the muffins, then, that's what you know, end of story."

Oh. That was...no. Eddie looked both amused and disappointed.

"You looked like my usual customer base, I was sure I didn't need to uh- I...drugs," he clarified a bit awkwardly, and then attempted to wave it off like it was a bad joke. "Don't worry about it."

More than a bit awkward. Awkward enough that Stu grimaced for him and hissed like he could feel that burn from over here, then assured him, "Don't worry, man, I'm sure the eighth graders all find that really cool when you roll up in your white van. They've never been to space, though. Do you have space drugs?"

Yeah, not super smooth. And Eddie definitely didn't touch the fact that he did drive a fucking van, and while not their dealer- was something of a hero to a small group of new high-schoolers.

"...I actually do," he said, pulling a crumpled cigarette pack from his pocket and lighting up as they walked, offering one to Stu. "Some of them do some pretty sick shit. Need to clear you schedule for a few days sort of shit."

This guy had all kinds of distractions on offer. The cigarette, though, was an easy pass with a wave of Stu's hand, trying to remember how Billy had said it as he muttered in a way that was far less cool, "That stuff'll kill you." Space drugs, on the other hand..."Surprise!" he announced, free hand up to splay by his face for the big reveal, just to stuff the rest of the muffin in his mouth so he could do it with both hands, effectively muffling him as he finished, "I ha-n gaw a law oo oo why now."

There was snort at the inside joke that Stu wasn't privy to, but the pack was easily withdrawn again. He laughed in surprise, a huff of smoke floating off into the air at the outburst, and he eyed Stu with an appraising eye, wondering his specific sort of manic would have meshed well with own or whether they would have clashed if they met in the real world.

"Heh, I can see that. Let me show off the ship before you make any calls about getting high off of god only knows what.

They were approaching the hangar now, and Eddie gestured to the structure. "There's two of them in there. You'll be assigned to one of them."

"Woah..." Stu breathed, and was eager enough to jog ahead to see what exactly could be in this giant hangar. He was expecting flying saucers, definitely, and was thrilled to be met by something else entirely, way bigger than any spaceship he had ever seen. A movie theatre screen only got so big, after all.

"Assigned to do what?" he had to ask. If it wasn't flying them, that really limited the options. "Are we the fuel source? Do they plug us in and then--" It was hard to imagine how exactly that worked, but the outcome was definitely the explosive takeoff that Stu enacted for his new drug dealer.

Hopefully the awe and spectacle made up for the disappointment of not actually being able to fly the things (much).

"To one of the ships...crew? I guess? It means you'll be able to open the door, and you'll have a room in there. The other one'll lock you out unless someone from that crew lets you in." He paused and smirked, "I don't actually know what fuels them, maybe that's where people go when they go missing," he teased with a conspiratorial tone.

Crew for a grounded spaceship was at least significantly cooler than not that. There could have been no spaceship at all, and Stu gladly bounced along underneath one, staring up at it with an open mouth and no idea what to do with his arms.

"No, man," he replied confidently, like he was the one introducing the ships, "that's the protein paste. Soylent green, dude, this is just a big humane farm where they make sure the meat is nice and sweet from the big, open fields."

"Ha, god. I haven't seen that movie in ages. If it's farm it's suuuuper inefficient, but uh-" he lowered his voice like the Agrii might overhear, speaking in a stage whisper, "They...might be relegated to the short bus of alien species," he offered, as semi-kindly as he could put it, "So that could track." Just naïve little space farmers.

"Come on," he lead Stu over to the door of the one ship, "This one's called Peanut Party, I'm on this one, touch right here and see if it opens up for you."

The relative coolness didn't seem quite as important when Stu was confronted by the idea that he wasn't just abducted (cool), but abducted by stupid aliens (very uncool). It was hard to ignore that this made him, the prey in this case, even stupider yet. He pouted as he digested this, but only as long as it took him to be entirely distracted by the next stupid thing: the name of this ship. "Did you name it...?" Stu had to wonder, even as he did as he was told and the potentially stupid ship responded to him with a welcoming light.

Well there was at least the whole theory that there was a whole secret set of aliens controlling the other aliens, but this was all ready a lot to get into, so Eddie wasn't going to elaborate unless directly asked.

He snorted out a laugh and shook his head. "I think I could do better than Peanut Party. The Agrii are kind of weirdly obsessed with peanut butter, it's a theme. It's like one of few things they grasped about Earth." He grinned as the door opened for Stu. "Crewmates," he congratulated, "What do you wanna see first? Still the protein gels?" he asked, starting to lead the way.

"Crewmates!" Stu echoed, hand up for a high five now that they were best friends. Eddie could only get so far ahead unless he was fast, because Stu was rushing along excitedly, the whole, impressive length of him engaged in the task like he might send each limb in a different direction to cover more ground. "I don't know, I'm gonna say yes and you're gonna tell me that we could have gone straight for the machine that turns you inside out."

"Heh, fuck I hope we don't have one of those. We do have a beach now though. And hotsprings, and a fucking bar. And there's the replicator," Eddie listed off, enjoying how excited Stu seemed, and yeah...this was pretty cool. "We'll start with the food, nothing's going anywhere, we can check out anything you want."

Stu could probably stand to use up some energy.

Those were too many options to give Stu, not to mention the new emotional conundrum that he had to sort out for himself, which he invited Eddie to help with by announcing, "That is all awesome, but not the kind of awesome I'm supposed to be getting with a UFO, man. There's supposed to be needles, and valves, and goo, and something that scrambles your brains. Tell me the replicator is a brain scrambler." That could be the second stop, maybe, after he had enjoyed the beach with an umbrella-drink.

"I mean maybe if you stick your brain in it??" Eddie tried, trying to think of something he could present that would fit the bill. "It just uh...replicates. Like you tell it to make you a cup and it makes you a cup. That sort of shit. They might have more...probe-y things in the hospital? I don't know a lot of what they have around there, but that's where I'd put it if I was an alien?"

But for now-

"These are the protein dispensers. The bowls are over there, and they come in different flavours and textures here. The other one has drinks. Just be careful of the red one, it's alcoholic, but also makes you tell the truth. And uh...that one's glitter. I don't think you're supposed to eat it, but go nuts?"

Eddie's description of the replicator could not be accurate, because that would mean Stu was sampling grey paste for no reason, and they were living in a way past expiry date city for the fun of it. That was only one of many questions that Stu had, though, starting with, "Do you mean like, when you get drunk you get too personal, or instead of injecting truth serum into our eyeballs they just let us do it ourselves?," and leading through, "Why is there a whole second hospital when the first one is empty?" This place was not meeting any alien abduction expectations that Stu had been thoroughly trained for.

"No like- incapable of lying, yeah." He laughed, and shrugged a shoulder, "Which, yeah, not too different from normal drinking half the time. But at least this way no one can slip it to you without you knowing what you're in for."

"Dude, I don't know why they do anything they do. They're weird. Sweet but weird. If you're looking for more typical probe up your ass aliens...they might be the ones pulling the strings behind the scenes, but I am not the one to tell you about that, I don't really understand. But I guess ask around and see what people know about the uh...Atroma, I think they're called?"

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