trans_9 | Meet Aeneas, the Hungry Creature [closed]

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Meet Aeneas, the Hungry Creature [closed]

The Sensorium food was good, but by no means satisfying. If it had been, then Aeneas wouldn't have bothered looking so passionately for the Mess Hall.
This time around, thank Spode, he had a companion who more than likely had a much better sense of direction than the alien did, so perhaps they wouldn't end up walking in circles around the Living Quarters.

But maybe even more powerful than the prospect of real food was the idea that Stacy may or may not have an area for cooking. If she did, that was fabulous. If not, then at least Aeneas would be able to find somebody that he could suggest the premise to. He assumed only good things could come from this escapade—which was ironic, considering how it had started.

Regardless.

Standing just outside the Sleeping Halls in the junction between them and the Sensoriums (the only place that Aeneas was familiar with), he waited patiently—with the human Matt nearby—for Will to show up. She would be guiding them to food.
This was a good thing.

Unfortunately for both of them, it would be an awkward few minutes until she appeared—Aeneas was terrible at starting conversations, especially with sustenance on the mind.

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"Naw, I've got a small place elsewhere. It's not much, but it's near the Sensoriums so I can play some music when I want," replied Matt. "It's just a little hideaway of my own."

He was thoroughly confused now.

“So…there are other halls like this one?”

Not that Aeneas didn’t assume that there were other places to sleep; he just found it odd that Matt managed to find a room all to himself. How many of them were scattered about the ship? Aeneas certainly hadn’t stumbled upon any so far…were they hidden somehow?

Matt nodded. "Just searched around, checked the directories actually. Took me a moment to figure out where I was though."

Ohh…that was good news.

“Directories?”

Those could definitely come in handy.

"Yeah, I noticed one when I was coming into this place. Like a map really." replied Matt with a little grin.

Aeneas felt a little…dumb.

“Oh,” he scratched his ear sheepishly, “I’m…surprised I did not notice them. Perhaps I can make a copy so that I do not get lost as often.”

Well, at the risk of looking like a really, really tacky tourist—but it would have to do. Aeneas would never remember his way around otherwise.

He quickly changed the subject.

“What is your room like?”

"Small, quiet. It's a place for me to rest for now. Only place I keep there is my guitar actually," replied Matt with an easy smile. "I'll have to find some way to personalize it soon."

Conversation, conversation, conversation…Spode, Aeneas was bad at this. He obviously didn’t get out enough while on Walrum—although that situation was at least understandable.

“…What exactly have you managed to find so far?”

"Mostly the Sensorium and how to get it to work," replied Matt with an easy grin. "Playing music in the garage feels more natural than playing anywhere else."

Eh…that wasn’t exactly what he meant, but it was nice to know anyways.

“Huh…what about personal items? What carried over from your original world that you have found so far?”

"Oh! That's mostly my guitar, my sneakers..." and he hit the ground with his foot that was in a comfortable pair. "Mostly that stuff."

Aeneas blinked curiously.

“That’s it?” he trilled in a slightly higher range than usual, as if his voice had suddenly cracked, “Is that…everything that you were expecting to find?”

The alien was looking for some items of his own—items that he did not find readily after he first woke up on this ship, even in the Possessions Locker. Why his personal translator and magnetic screwdriver would be locked away was a mystery to him…

"And my wallet," amended Matt. "But I leave that in my room."

He looked at his companion and asked, "Is there something else you were looking for? I mean, I found pretty much just what I had on. Clothing, wallet... guitar..."

Aeneas shrugged—a gesture he was becoming familiar with as of recent.

“I found my visor, which I assume is my equivalent to a human’s ‘clothing’,” he poked at the grated metal plate over his forehead for emphasis, “But yes, I assumed that I would find some of my tools.”

They were with him before he woke up, after all. But then again, so were several dozen Aephos villagers, and where were they?

"I couldn't say really," shrugged Matt. "I mean, I didn't have my guitar on me when I arrived in the first place and it was in the locker to be honest. You might want to give that place a try to see if there's any more of your tools there."

“I did as soon as I woke up,” Aeneas scratched his ear, rather confused, “But they were not there. I assume that they are in the Special Weapons cache, since that is where all other possessions went.”

Again, no idea why they’d be moved there. Well, except for…hmm…

"Then it's possibly there, just buried under a bunch of stuff most likely. I know I had to dig pretty deep to find my things and I'm sure there's more there," replied Matt with that lazy grin of his. "Don't worry, I'm sure you've got more in there."

Aeneas nodded, a low sigh escaping his nostrils.

“Yes, I suppose you are correct.” Nothing left now except to get inside the place and look, yeah? Although, speaking of finding things from one’s homeworld…

“I wonder what is taking Will so long?” murmured the alien, looking behind him as if he expected to see her trailing curiously nearby, “We have been walking for a while now…Any sign of her?”

"Haven't seen her yet," replied Matt, trying to think if he forgot to tell her that they were out there.

He took another look around and sighed, shrugging nonchalantly. Ah well. Maybe they would run into someone on their way who could fill in. Matt was probably looking forward to seeing Will specifically, but he could always talk to her later (and would, Aeneas imagined, prefer it if the alien was not tagging along).

“She has not gotten back to me on the message I sent her,” he resumed walking and purring, both at a casual pace, “Perhaps she is busy?”

They’d been keeping to the walls of the Sleeping Halls, mainly to avoid getting lost, and there was a junction coming up in the far distance. Aeneas hadn’t traveled this far before—well, not intentionally—so he had no idea where they went.

"Probably. We can probably still wander a lot more, trying to find the food." Matt grinned and added, "It isn't too bad, getting lost with a friend."

Aeneas’s eyes smiled pleasantly. A friend…well, at least that was one person. He just had, like, eight billion more to go.

Of course this title also gave Aeneas permission to ask more personal inquiries.

“Speaking of which…how long have you and Will known each other?” the alien narrowed his lavender irises, his tone becoming slightly less formal, “I assume that you two are very close.”

"Oh upwards of five to six years for me," replied Matt. "We got together officially in our second year and been together since then."

He grinned. "You can say that she's my everything."

His smile grew brighter and wider.

“That’s great that you have someone here to care for you,” Aeneas paused and blushed slightly, “How many—“

Wait, wait, wait, not a good question. Last time he asked that the Awesonian woman it was directed to gave him the stink eye.

“—Erm, nevermind.”

Aeneas quickly diverted attention from his previous sentence.

“I—I cannot express how happy I am for the both of you,” he scratched his ear, giving a thoughtful glance at the ceiling, “It must be wonderful, having someone you can always rely on to be by your side.”

"It is," replied Matt. "When you find someone, you feel... whole, I guess is the word for it. Complete."

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