http://ternaui.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] ternaui.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-04-02 04:44 pm

These Are The Beings In Your Neighborhood.

The Chancellor was busy travelling throughout the ship, mapping out the 'Dead Zones' in his mind. A ship-wide revolution needs good, cautious use of dead zones.  He traveled in silence.  So much silence.

He peered through a space he was too large to enter.

[identity profile] nottheredsea.livejournal.com 2011-04-02 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
The Chancellor was too large, but a space would have to be very small indeed to keep Duuv from investigating it. He washed along the wall, every inch of him buzzing and muttering as he practiced making sounds. He looked like a bad special effect and sounded like a distant crowd.

[identity profile] nottheredsea.livejournal.com 2011-04-02 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
The chattering stopped and Duuv flooded backwards, interested. A thin little whisper came from his surface:

"Hi! Hihihihihi! Hi!"

[identity profile] nottheredsea.livejournal.com 2011-04-02 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
So many new words! Duuv understood about eight of them. He bunched up, forming a slug-like shape with a knob on one end, then suddenly furred over with hundreds of fine tendrils.

"Hi! Hihihihihi! Am Duuv! Hi!"

[identity profile] nottheredsea.livejournal.com 2011-04-02 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hi! Hi! Hello!"

Communication! He froths over in sheer bliss. Someone was talking to him, hooray!

Wait, manners. Right!

"How are?"

[identity profile] nottheredsea.livejournal.com 2011-04-02 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Worry?"

He edges closer, because nothing comforts like physical proximity to something like Duuv.

"Sad?"

[identity profile] nottheredsea.livejournal.com 2011-04-02 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh. Sad. Big sad."

Poor guy. Duuv settled on one of his feet in a bid to comfort him.

[identity profile] nottheredsea.livejournal.com 2011-04-02 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Momma. Dad."

He was quiet a moment, thinking, then spread out in a stringy puddle.

"Mommy."

[identity profile] nottheredsea.livejournal.com 2011-04-02 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes. Alone- alonely. Far, scared, small, alone. Scary. Miss. Sad."

He snuggles against the Chancellor's ankles, then starts climbing. It's so much easier to talk to people face to face. So to speak.

[identity profile] nottheredsea.livejournal.com 2011-04-02 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
The bulk of Duuv continues down the hallway, leaving a cat-sized lump to climb the Chancellor. It settles at his shoulders, leaving a trail of...well, nothing behind it. Duuv does not crawl about leaving stains.

"Want Mommy."

[identity profile] nottheredsea.livejournal.com 2011-04-02 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Scary. Big."

A small bit of him separates and crawls up the back of his neck to investigate the top of the Chancellor's head for the possibility of dander and nits.

No one yet has had nits. But hope and hunger spring eternal.

"But - much play. People. Nice. No scream, cry, hide."

[identity profile] nottheredsea.livejournal.com 2011-04-02 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Hopefully it is not a symbiotic kind of tick, because Duuv is going to try to eat it.

"And - food. Much food. Good. Happy. Much food, much explore."

[identity profile] nottheredsea.livejournal.com 2011-04-02 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Glee! There is a brief, happy snacking, and then that bit rejoins with the rest of him.

"What is?"

In a bid to be more polite, he extends a glob of himself on the end of a thick tendril, so that the Chancellor has a kind of head to look at, and doesn't have to twist to look at him.

[identity profile] nottheredsea.livejournal.com 2011-04-03 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh! Frooooooooooot! Yes, good! Good good! Here, no fruit. Here, mash. Lots. Lots and lots and lots and lots. Good lots!"

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