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When Marco stumbled across the media library, he concluded that this had to be the best day so far on this freaky meatship.

Music. Massive screens. A giant, alien entertainment centre. And, most importantly - video games.

Marco was immediately drawn to the tall white box with the strange looking controllers. He snorted when he saw the name "Wii" (who though that was a good idea? The puns where almost too easy) but hey, this was clearly gaming of the future. Or gaming of a strange and bizarre alien race - it was hard to tell. Either way, it was cool, and Marco was so going to try it out.

He fished around for a vaguely interesting looking game, bypassing all the ones that looked boring (Wii Fit? Cricket? Imagine: Fashion Idol?! pfft), eventually settling on Escape from Bug Island.

Marco had been a bug before. Waaaaay too many times. Now he could squish them in safe video game fun.

But as Marco began to play, his good mood rapidly diminished. Who thought up this whole "swinging around the controller" thing? What the hell was going on with that animation?

"What the hell is with this?!" He yelled, as he tried to get the control to do what he wanted dammit. "This is nuts! GAMING OF THE FUTURE IS CRAP!"

[[ooc: For reference, this is the extraodinarily bad game Marco is playing.]]

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"But when you are lost and hunted for," she said softly, "It can be reassuring knowing that you are not alone."

Then she offered him a smile. "It would be different for everyone, I suppose, but the arrangement is ideal for us."

((OOC: He's missing out ^_~))

Marco couldn't disagree with that, but still - having someone actually in his head would still be way to close for him.

He shrugged though, not really willing to argue. "Whatever floats your boat, I guess. But seriously, if you're really worried about Ganondorf being the the pods? Make some plans."

[[ooc: Marco's approach to education is...well. Odd. He very rarely payed attention in class, but every now and then when for some reason he actually did he'd end up remembering and understanding whatever it was very well. The result is someone who can remember how fast light travels off the top of his and use that calculate how far away the Andalite home world would be, and yet is failing maths. Yeah. XD]]

She nodded at that - it was rapidly becoming a priority. She couldn't depend on Link awakening first, either. "I intent to," she confirmed, "Although very few know of my existence - you are the third, along with a girl named Roxie and a man named Luke Skywalker."

Pulling a face, she added, "And Stacy, of course." Honestly, she wasn't that much of a fan of the way Stacy had been able to get inside their head, no matter how good their intentions.

"Marco," she asked hesitantly, "If Ganondorf does awaken here, and for whatever reason, my presence here is uncovered, would you... be able to help?" She was willing to fight, totally, but there was definite safety in numbers.

((OOC: Huh... aren't you mostly talking about light years at those distances anyway, though? XD;; Also, oh my god I have you, LJ notifications.))

Man, it seemed like every time Marco had a conversation with anyone here he either found out they were some fictional character who was ridiculously well known to him, or they casually name-dropped one.

"Luke Skywalker? Luke Skywalker?! Star Wars is real in some universe too?!"

At her question, Marco hesitated a little. Right now, his first instincts were to reveal as little as possible about what he could do to anyone and everyone. Sure, a few people already knew - like Satori and the others who'd seen him demorph during the zombie fight. But he'd much rather let people know about his morphing only when he absolutely had to.

But. This was Princess Zelda. Princess freaking Zelda! He did have an advantage from having played a lot of the Zelda games: he already had a pretty good idea of who she was, and he knew she was trustworthy. And, she had just taken one big gamble on him.

Well. And she was hot, too. Okay, her also being Sheik was creepy. But she was still hot.

"I'm not sure how effective I'd be in a fight against him," Marco said. "Yeah, I've played some video games that featured him as an enemy. But in my world? There is no such thing as magic."

He paused again. Well, might as well dive into the deep end. "But I can fight. And, I'm pretty good for gathering intelligence. See, I've got this morphing ability - basically, I can turn into any animal, as long as I can touch it."

[[ooc: Marco may understand it (in his own...strange way). I do not, though XD. Possibly I am remembering this incident wrongly? But I remember him knowing the speed of light, and somehow using that to do a whole bunch of scary looking calculations to basically say that the Andalite home world was a FREAKING LONG WAY AWAY. Anyways, moral of the story? Marco would probably be a straight-A student if he bothered to pay attention. Since he doesn't, the results are...somewhat patchy. XD]]

Zelda blinked a little. "I... presume so. He is known to you, then?"

But that went ignored in favour of his further explanation. The lack of magic was... well, of mild concern, given that Ganondorf was skilled in dark magic. But his additional skills... those, then, could be of use.

"You can transform into an animal?" she asked curiously, "Is that common, in your world?"

((OOC: I'm sooo sorry! LJ notifications just have NOT been coming through at all today ;_; I only just got this! But yeah, Marco sounds... sorta like me, sometimes XD;; ))

"Yeah, he's only from one of the most famous movies serious ever," Marco snorted.

"A copy of any one I can touch, yeah," Marco explained. He tried to find a way to go into more detail that didn't use the word "DNA" though. He doubted that was a concept Zelda would understand. "I guess it's like...copying the animal. And no, it's not common. Not amoung humans, at least. See, the ability comes from Andalite technology, so pretty much all of them can morph. But not so many humans, yet."

[[ooc: Want me to give you a poke on AIM then? XD

"I see." She didn't. "We don't have... movie series, in Hyrule."

She made a thoughtful sound, trying to follow. "Andalites," she said carefully, "They are the... blue horse people?" One of them had been in the group she and Sheik had been trapped with in that awful maze; they had learnt the name later. "I met one when we were fighting HAL."

Marco grinned. "Yeah, I kinda figured that. But you'd have seen them in the media library, right? I mean...Sheik was just in there playing video games."

"Yep, that's them," Marco nodded. "You probably met either Ax or Elfangor."

"Indeed," she nodded, "But they were unfamiliar to me. Today was the first time either of us ventured in there. I am not certain how to work the technology in there, either."

Most of their time, actually, was spent either in the Sensoriums or hiding out in the shadier parts of the City. It was easier to forget, that way.

She nodded a little. "They can morph, then," she mused quietly, then glanced back up at Marco. "Can I see what it's like?"

"Hey, I could show you!" Marco said, grinning. "And sure - but you might not want to actually watch. It's kinda freaky to watch."

And with that, Marco concentrated. And now would be a really good time to look away, because Marco's skin was spouting scales and his arms were shriveling up into his body. His legs were fusing together, and he was rapidly getting smaller.

Less than a minute later, lying on the floor in from of Zelda was a cobra.

Oh, that was... not very appealing. Zelda glanced away a bit, casting occasional curious glances - then she realised what, precisely, he was turning in to, and took a hasty step back.

Sheik also seemed concerned - [...Don't go near him. Those are deadly. Desert snakes.]

"Ah... uh huh," she stammered a little, "Can you change back, please?"

And maybe try something fluffier?

Somehow, Marco was not expecting Zelda to be afraid of snakes. <Alright, alright I'll change back,> he said - but not with his mouth. After all, he was a snake. He couldn't talk with his mouth. Instead, Zelda would hear Marco's voice inside her head.

Soon, after some more squicky shape-changing, Marco was back to normal.

It wasn't a matter of fear, it was a matter of personal safety. ...Really. Honest.

She gives him a slightly weak smile, asking, "I don't suppose you have anything, um, fluffier?"

Hey, she was still a teenage girl.

Zelda, Marco had done this morph before. He wasn't going to go on some crazy biting-spree.

He rolled his eyes at her request. Fluffy? What, was she hoping for a bunny rabbit or something?

"Okay, you don't have some irrational fear of dogs that someone never got mentioned in the games, do you?"

Actually, a bunny might not be a good idea, either. The ones she had seen in the past seven years tended to be, well, dinner.

"I don't have a fear of dogs," she said with a cautious smile. "We used to have some at the castle when I was young."

Except Wolfos, but they weren't exactly the same.

Okay, dog it was then. One again Marco's body started changing, except this time instead of growing scales he grew russet red-fur. And he might not have had any limbs shriveling up, but the sounds of all those bones changing did not sound pleasant.

Soon, an Irish Setter stood wagging it's tail before Zelda. Marco felt somewhat like a circus exhibit. <Am I fluffy enough for you now?>

"Quite fluffy, yes," Zelda grinned, reaching forward to pet him.

[Er, princess? He's still in there.]

[...Oh!]

Quickly, she retracts her hand, smiling a little in an embarrassed way. "My apologies. You were, er, cute."

Marco wagged his tail a little, feeling kinda sad that she didn't give him a pat. Or scratched him behind the ears, ooooh that was always good.

<Aren't I always cute?> Marco said, his thought-speak sounding cheeky. And, because it had been way to long since he had last done this morph, and you couldn't help but feel happy and playful when you were a dog, he asked: <Hey hey, you wouldn't happen to have a stick, would you? We could play fetch!>

Zelda merely chuckled, not quite giving an answer yet. "I'm not sure I have a stick," she said instead with a smile, "My apologies."

Well, technically there were Sheik's throwing needles, but they were a bit small and... pointy to play fetch with.

<Oh,> Marco said, sounding disappointed. No scratch behind the ears, no fetch? He said down, and looked up at her.

Puppy eyes indeed, Zelda.

Oh Three, not the puppy eyes!

"I'm sorry," she immediately said, feeling guilty. And, well, because he did look down, she might have reached across to give him scritchies behind the ears. Dogs liked that, didn't they?

Even if he was a person beneath the dog-ish exterior.

Sheik snickered at her. [Shut up,] she told him.

Marco looked just like any dog that got their ear scratched - extremely happy. <Oooh, that's nice...> he said.

The fact that he was getting his ears scratched by a very attractive woman was a bonus, too.

"I'm, er, glad you're enjoying it," she chuckled a little. She had never actually petted an animal that was actually a person and was well aware of what you were doing - it was just that tiny bit awkward.

So she moved her hand away, brushing invisible dust off the leg of her plantsuit, smiling a little sheepishly. "Er, you can change back now, if you want."

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