http://pantsr4pansies.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] pantsr4pansies.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-07-22 04:25 am

Watching and Waiting [open]

Paranoia was a perfectly reasonable reaction to waking up in a strange place covered in slime, having a fight with tentacles that put some kind of throbbing...thing on him, and then being forced to run through mazes that shot fire, a cruel voice passive-aggressively taunting him the entire time.

Tarzan didn't know where he was, didn't know what was going on, and didn't know what happened to the people--and gorillas---he cared about most. His entire world had been turned upside down. He'd found himself in a strange place completely full of people, more people than he'd even imagined existed. It was full of lots of strange people, and some of them walked on two legs but didn't look human; others were clearly animals but they conversed with humans with apparently no difficulty.

They all were strange to him. Frightening, even to one that had faced Sabor. It was all so confusing. Even terrifying, all the more so because he couldn't find Jane or his mother anywhere, even when he searched during the times other slept.

So he'd hidden in Hydroponics, and taken to the trees, wary of every living being on the ship.

Anyone that entered Hydroponics and stayed there for long might find themselves having the unmistakable feeling that they were being watched.

But he was just as curious as he was frightened and cautious. As much as he was holding back from the people on the ship, he had a burning desire to speak to them, to figure out what they were all about.

[identity profile] lessafool.livejournal.com 2011-07-24 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
< My species calls it thought-speech. It's how all of us speak to each other, mind to mind. >

Very useful, too, since it worked in morph.

[identity profile] lessafool.livejournal.com 2011-07-24 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
< Right now, a chadoo. >

[identity profile] lessafool.livejournal.com 2011-07-24 09:58 am (UTC)(link)
Sharp indeed. Esplin watched this Tarzan, languidly blinking. How much (or little) to say? Aldrea was an Andalite -- if the human bothered to pick up a communication device, or was around long enough, they'd eventually know. < Right now. >

Of course, aping back a reply was not the most mature way to go about anything, but tinged with the hint of deep-seated arrogance... < This isn't my natural form. > Oh no, no, Aldrea's natural form was a thing of elegant, deadly beauty.

In is opinion, at least.