ROLEPLAY HQ - wrecked

The alarms were just almost loud enough to blare above the sound of metal bending around her. Red lights kept going off on the panel in front of her, shrieking as a new error was found and needed to be checked. Fuel leakage Fixed, rerouting fuel supply. Fire in the cockpit Fixed with gross foam. Oxygen levels dropping Fuck! She hadn’t ever panicked like this before, her usual cool and professional air entirely gone as if sucked into the very vacuum she’s drifting through. It should have been a routine quality control of the surface pods. Get in, buckle up, power up the pod and check systems. Get an all-clear, get out. Next pod. No biggie. She’s not a pilot, but she knows the pods well after working on them for a few years already. Then the doors wouldn’t open when she tried to leave. Faulty umbilical cord? Since when?! Unheard of. F’lea had called up her colleague who’d also been down by the pods, but by the time he’d gotten to her, the main ship’s security system had located an issue and discarded the faulty unit. -That being the pod she’s currently stuck inside. This too shouldn’t have been a biggie. The ship has other mechanical arms for exactly these types of things. All her colleague would have to do was take control of one and get it to her. But of course, of course a mass of orbiting space junk had to come crashing into her pod right at that moment. The force of one particularly large piece of metal sent her flying, shooting away from the main ship into an uncontrollable spiral that had her discard her breakfast onto the control panels. Control failure. Fixed, cleaned the panels with my shirt.

06:09

Oh, and mechanic’s overalls don’t make for good space suits. The amount of g-force she’s about to experience would likely wreck some havoc on her. But it’s that or drift aimlessly away from it all. Able to take control of the spinning, she knows she doesn’t have the fuel left to get back to the ship. Still leaking? She flicks a few buttons and quickly takes manual control, steering towards the only thing that can possibly prevent her from dying alone in space. That big, blue, and peaceful looking planet they’ve been orbiting for almost a year in Sol terms now. Not once has the surface pods been launched. Not until today. Her people know they are hostile down there, but she has no choice. Earth’s gravitational pull will be enough to get her down. Hopefully the space parachute hasn’t burnt up.

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Jackie had needed this fishing trip, it had been a very long six months and now that he was president of the motorcycle club out of the Thomas garage, he couldn't find some time to get out and enjoy stuff like this. Worm on the hook, line casted out into the water, sitting it down on the holder placed in the bank, beer cracked open. This was the life, he sighed as he looked back, a sigh of satisfaction. Leaning back into a lawn chair and kicking his leg up on the cooler, he looked up at the sky. Fantastic day for this, he thought to himself, nothing could go wrong... As he looked down the pole would bounce on the end, the floater would bounce, something bit. He would reach down in a hurry, pulling the pole up and smiling as he would begin reeling in. It was a fighter, back and forth, back and forth they went. Suddenly, he got the upper hand, pulling, reeling, pulling, reeling, and finally it was on the shore. A big catfish, this thing was the size of his pole. He couldn't believe it, "No one will believe this," he said to himself as he went to grab the phone. He would begin to pull up the app before suddenly a noise would ring through his ears, a whistling sound, he looked around in confusion before looking up, catching the tail end of a plane, a ship, a UFO, whatever this was hurling towards the lake, he would duck for cover behind his truck before he hear the impact, the deafening impact. As his ears were ringing and water, dirt, sand, and anything else in the lake around the crash site launched into the air, he would catiously peer over his truck, looking towards the lake. In the water sat a ship that almost looked like something out of a video game... And inside, an alien, blue skinned and hurt... He would rush towards the ship with a great haste, something told him he needed to help it and not be afraid of it.

“C’mon break! Break damn you!” Inside the burning hot cockpit while it’s still being hurled towards the surface of Earth, F’lea is fighting for her life. The damn breaks were jammed. Melted shut of something. This shouldn’t happen! Sitting back in her chair, safely buckled in, she’s eventually able to kick the lever for the emergency breaks and the entire ship keels for a moment. The sudden halt has her body jerk hard into the buckles, causing some kind of nasty collision inside her body and she passed out. Unaware at the moment that her little ship, the surface pod, was now descending at a more acceptable rate, F’lia sat limply in her chair. She’s also unaware that when the pod crashes into a lake, everything inside the cockpit crashes again. Including her. The only thing preventing her from smashing face first into the console was the buckles she’d only had half a brain to remember to put on. Her head lolls slightly to the side, a broken device sitting over her ear blinks a few times before it fails and shuts off. The entire machine whirrs as it comes to a stop, engines powering down. The cockpit falls dark, all except one small light blinking at the far side of the control panel. It’s the emergency distress beacon she’d also had, surprisingly enough, been able to remember. The entire ship is silent, the door at the rear end unlocking with a ‘clank’. No more faulty umbilical cord or external pressure to keep it shut.

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As he would approach the bank, he would see a blinking light in the ship, near the alien, but nothing indicating an opening, however, he would see that the back of the ship, a door would slowly fling open with the water in the lake as it recoiled. He knew he needed to get to her, so he would begin to wade in the water, as it rippled back and forth, about chest deep, he began to swim towards the ship. Dripping wet, he would find the door to the ship, but a blackened hallway separated the two of them. He would slowly ease himself into the ship, water beginning to push through the ship, but not flooding as water was now not as deep as before. He would find footing as he would continue to slip and slide across the metal interior slowly making his way to the blue skinned alien in what looked like a pilot seat. He looked over the buckle mechanism and it was not complicated, looking like a five point harness, but as he would try to eject the clasps, he would find resistance and could not pull it loose. He struggled for a moment before he would remember, pocket knife... He would cut through whatever fabric the actual belts were made from and slowly move the alien over or shoulder, or attempt too.

09:04

@ShadowCat

F’lea awakens with a hoarse scream when she’s being moved, pain prodding and piercing at every nerve in her body. She doesn’t realize right away that she’s being lifted and violently pushes against the softness that’s keeping her suspended. He drops her back in her seat and she groans, doubling over in pain. Her violet eyes frantically search the cockpit interior for the first aid kit, knowing she’ll need an injection to heal faster. That’s when she lays eyes on the other creature in the cockpit with her, and she almost tumbles backwards in her seat, away from it. “SoH 'Iv?” Her voice is soft and hoarse, but the language she speaks is hard. A human?! Already?? Her mind reels and she quickly backs away from it, scooting fully out of her seat while keeping her eyes peeled on its movements. Humans were known to be hostile.

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"I am not here to hurt you," Jackie would say softly, backing up against a control panel as she would scream out once grabbed, dropping her back to the seat, "I just want to get you out of her before you are hurt any more..." He didn't know if she could understand him or even wanted too, but he knew that he couldn't understand her as she spoke weird noises that sounded different than any language he had ever heard before. He couldn't figure out a way to say he wanted to help physically, so he would use a finger and point back and forth between the two of the them and mouth, me... you... friends, a handshake motion would follow, me... help... you... He didn't know how to say anything else before a popping and cracking from the control board behind him.

09:24

@ShadowCat

Once F’lea was able to get a better look at the human, she realized he didn’t look as scary as the stories made them out to be. Big, yes, but definitely not hostile. And she saw now that it was a male. His eyes had a… curious (?) look to them. When he starts gesturing, speaking to her in a language she doesn’t understand, F’lea’s hand goes up to touch the device over her ear. Must be broken. She shifts her attention to his hands and face, a small frown on her forehead. He points to himself. Then me? Then… what’s that? A handshake? Ohhh, I know this one! Before they’d set course towards Earth, every crewman onboard the ship had been given extensive training in human contact management and linguistics. But F’lea had not paid very much attention. Mechanics rarely came along for missions on the surface. “F’lea!” she says with excitement, straightening a little. Ponting at oneself, then the other plus a handshake. That was an introduction to humans, yes? She just assumed he wanted to know who she was. But her sudden movement caused her to wince in pain, remembering to look for that first aid box. She spots it laying on the console behind him and moves slowly in the cockpit to grab it, trying to get past him without spooking him or make him agitated.

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"Flea?" he said with a confusion in his voice, "Like fleas on a dog?" As she would begin to move closer to him, he would watch her intently, he was unsure of what the next move would be from her. He watched as she would move towards him and look behind him at a box. As she continued to move to towards the box, he would reach down and grab it from the counter and look at it. The cross on it, seemed universal, it might be a first aid kit. He would put it in his opposite hand and hold it out for the alien. As they would grab it, he would again motion, you... me... outside...

@ShadowCat

F'lea takes the box from the human, clutching it to her chest while she looks at him with big and observant eyes. He's doing that gesturing thing again. Trying to understand, she watches as he repeats it, then her violet eyes shift towards the open exit doors. An irritated scowl cross her face, seeing the open door that had caused all this mess. But he wasn't gesturing to the door. F'lea realized that when he did it again. He meant to go through the door. She paused, hesitation apparent in her being. Reports from Earth claimed the air was good to breathe in. Cleaner than that of their home world. But that did not account for the vast number of bacterias and viruses she could crash. Looking over to the distress signal still blinking on the console, she knotshe can't stay out in the open here while she waits. F'lea slowly looks back at the human male, trying to remember the signal for 'yes' or compliance. She slowly raise one hand and give him an awkward thumbs up.

Jackie would look at her and return an equally awkward thumbs up as he would begin making the climb out of the water filled ship and move towards the door of the ship, giving her a "come on/follow me" motion as he did. He would slip and slide several times before finally finding a foot hold and stopping at the door. As he looked at the water, he would sit on the edge of the door before falling off into the water below. The crashed water didn't seem to be returning to the area after being hit with so much force, so they had plenty of time to get to the bank. He smiled at her as she looked out, "Jump." He would hold out his arms for her, hoping to grab her and help her down if she needed it.

23:02

@ShadowCat

She follows the human warily towards the back of the pod, watching as he clumsily slips on the wet floor. Granted, she'd lived in artificial gravity for a while now, but the gravity onboard the main ship had been heavier than this. Moving around in Earth gravity was like floating to F'lea. She skipped across the wet floor with ease. Or as much ease as she could manage with her wounded ribs. Peering over the edge and into the water, she sees the human wait for her to drop down as well. What's he doing with his arms? she wonders, studying the way he holds them out like one would cradle a suckling. OH! He hopes to...? She tilts her head, looking at him. "Qo'" Instead of taking the invitation to be cradled like a child, F'lea sits of the edge of the craft and slowly slides herself into the water. A shocked gasp escape her mouth at the sudden coldness.

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As she hit the water, "Well, I was going to help you," he said with a smile at her shocked expression, "But, guess you got it on your own." He would begin to move in the direction of the truck before looking back to her and pointing towards the truck and giving the same follow me motion that he had before. Slowly, he would make his way to the bank, where he did finally notice that his catfish was officially gone. Somewhere in the debris and water, it had disappeared. He internally cussed that he would never be able to show anyone the size of that fish, but would turn to make sure that she was following him. Drenched in water and mud, he would sigh as he would look down at himself. He didn't bring any extra clothes, let alone any for a dang alien. He would watch her as she would make her way behind him.

01:20

@ShadowCat

F'lea flails a little in the water before she finds her footing and is able to stand. Still clutching the first aid kit to her chest, she follows the human as he wades through the water and onto shore. Her big violet eyes immediately locked on his truck with educated curiosity, understanding it was a means for transportation. The sigh coming from him caught her attention, and she looked him up and down with a small frown. Is he in pain? He looked perfectly healthy, but she doesn't have medical training and could be wrong. Speaking of... She unceremoniously sat down in the mud and opened the first-aid container, before unzipping the upper parts of her overalls. He'd see she was only wearing what could best be described as a sports bra underneath. Her smooth skin had a blue hue to it all over, almost glistening as if by an inner light of its own. She was fit, used to hard labor and few lazy days. Rummaging the the box for a particular item, she found it and retrieved it. It was a syringe of sorts, looking almost like a diabetic tool. Shaking it before pilling the cork of with her teeth, she quickly stabbed herself in her abdomen with it with a painful groan.

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As he watched her pull the cork out of whatever medicine bottle this was, he would become concerned for a moment, "whoa..." he would say as he would watch her push it into her abdomen... "What the fuck, are you okay!? What was that!?" He would frantic say as he looked over at her, showing concern in what she just did to herself. He would smile, "Do we need to get you to a hospital...?" His words faltered at the end as he looked for ways to describe it... Pointing at her, you... Moving his fingers up in an okay motion, okay? It was in a question as he searched her eyes for the answer.

The human male's sudden agitation and loud voice caused her to look up at him with worry. What did the lesson say? Humans will often display emotions through the intensity of their speech? Damnit, why didn't I pay more attention in class? Suspecting that perhaps he saw the needle as a weapon, she looked between him and the empty syringe in her hand, slowly lowering it and putting he cap on it before she hid it back into the first-aid container. "QI'tu'," she says sotfly, tapping the lid of the box with her hand. "Matlh." She gestured to her own torso, and held one hand up while she punched into it with her other. The she pointed back to her ship, then returned to gesture down her own torso and resting her hand on the side of her ribs. Her violet eyes returned to watch him, flicking around his frame to try and read his body language. To see if he understood. @Deleted User

He watched her say something again in the alien language before turning back and motioning to the needle and then the ship, "Medicine?" He said with a tilted head, looking for confirmation, "Hurt?" He would point to his rib cage, trying to figure out a way to ask if she was hurt. He would look over at her again and wave, "Me? Help?" he would say as he would look over at her, fuck, this sucks... communicating with an alien is tough... He stopped for a moment before walking over to his truck and opening the passenger door, "Where is it..." he would mumble as he began to move through the cab of the truck, finally finding an old lunch box that he brought with him and moved it back out to her, "Hungry?" He would say bringing his hand to his mouth then waving forward to come here and sit in the truck by patting the seat.

F'lea was more than a little disappointed when she couldn't tell if he understood her. But he had calmed down when she put the syringe back in the box, so perhaps he had really thought it was a weapon. Making a mental note of it -that needles are weapons- she grabbed the box under her arm and rose from the mud she was sitting in. Her earlier fascination with his truck returned, circling it once before she looked at the seat he was tapping his hand to. A smile spread on her lips and she walked over, also tapping the seat, looking at the car and expecting some kind of reaction from it. Engines likes petting on this world? I can like that. But when nothing happened she stole her hand back and looked at the human again, trying to figure out what she'd done wrong.

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He would laugh for a moment as he watched her, she was funny and unusual, he liked that, but the more and more closer she got to him, he became increasing aware that, holy shit, she is an alien, he thought to himself. As she looked up at him, he would shake his head with no before moving in between the two of them. Using his fingers to make a watch symbol from his eyes to hers, he would jump in the passenger seat and sit down and look at her and give a thumbs up. He would do it twice more hoping the she would get the idea of what he wanted her to do.

She watched the human's antics with amusement as he kept hopping in and out of the vehicle, tilting her head in in curiosity. Perhaps she'd knocked a few brain-cells loose in the crash, because when she suddenly realized what he was doing she mentally smacked her own forehead. It's a seat! How she'd not seen it sooner, she couldn't explain. Seats in transportation units for bipedal creatures pretty much had a universal design. She moved closer and gave him a nod when he hopped back out of the vehicle, and F'lea climbed into it and sat down on the seat. Why was he petting it though? she wonders idly. With the realization that the object was a seat, she also understood that the open metal piece was a door. She looked at the interior of the vehicle, recognizing what had to be the steering control. But beyond that she couldn't try to guess what everything else was for. So many buttons... @Deleted User

As he would watch her finally realize what he had been trying to tell her, he would smile as he opened the lunchbox that had been sitting in the truck. Inside were a couple bags of potato chips and Cheetos, a couple Oreo packets, a Coke, and a sandwich, which was turkey and bacon. He would smile up at her and show her the box full of snacks, "Food," he would motion with his hand moving it to his teeth and making a biting motion before pointing back to the box of snacks, "Food. Eat." He would leave the box with her so she could decide if she wanted something or not, but he didn't know if he should wait her for someone to arrive or if he should move this thing to a hospital. He was unsure of how bad she was hurt or if that needle she used helped her at all. He looked over at the spaceship, contemplating for a few moments.

23:08

@ShadowCat

She looked with curiousity into the open container, her violet eyes flicking from it and up at the hand gestures the human made. Edible? She wasn't hungry though, and she didn't know if her own digestive system would agree with the food humans ate. She couldn't remember if it had been covered in the contact-protocol lessons. Seeing that he was watching the escape pod, she followed his gaze towards it. Fucking faulty umbilical cord... The ship was laying with its front end halfway dug into the bottom of the lake at a slight tilt. Dirt and mud had been cast up by the impact. "GhojmoH" she mutters, shaking her head a little. She wasn't supposed to be on Earth, just a mechanic after all. When she got back to the main ship, she suspected a large investigation wouldd take place. If she got back... Even from within the human's vehicle, she could see the small light of her distress signal go off in the cockpit of the pod. Watching it for a few seconds, moving her lips as if saying a silent prayer, a sudden and horrible thought occur to her. The humans would have radars that had spotted her entering their atmosphere. The only reason the main ship had remained undetected was the cloaking technology. Top of the art, and highly sophisticated. But as soon as her pod detached from the ship, she'd not been under its protection. Her violet eyes move over to the human, a faint panic making her eyes wider than usual. He'd see that she doesn't have whites in her eyes at all. Only purple, with a black pupil at the center. "jISuch vIneH" She points to the air through the front window. Then at him. "Horey'So" When he doesn't understand, she takes the device attached above her ear and removes it. It pops off, revealing that it's base is attached to her skull with some type of screws. The device looks dead and she sighs. "jISuch vIneH" she repeats and then points away from the ship, hiding her face, then pointing back up at the sky.

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Jackie would return to her once she started speaking and began to look panicked, "I don't understand," is all he could whisper when he looked at her and up at the sky, he didn't see anything from where they were sitting, but he didn't know if he was suppose to either, "I don't understand, I am sorry..." His head would make a shaking and confused face as he sat at watched her, "Do you need help? Should I take you to a hospital?" He would reach forward, grabbing her hand for the moment, she seemed panicked, but he noticed the device in her hand, "Can I see?" He would point down to it and back to himself while looking at the device, he had taken apart a 1978 Buick, surely this thing wasn't as complicated, right?

23:37

@ShadowCat

She flinched when he took her hand, his skin so much colder than her own. But the grip wasn't hard or painful, and she stilled. He wants this? Why? She looked down at the device, then back up at him. One thing that had been covered by human contact-protocol training was to leave no evidence or technology behind. Others had done it before, and humans were clever, but still dumb. They could reverse engineer foreign technology, but they didn't have the moral maturity to handle the knowledge responsibly. She shook her head a little. This male didn't seem hostile. Perhaps her people had been wrong? But how could they be wrong. They'd watched the Earth for a long time. "Doq" she says, and gives him the device. @Deleted User

He smiled up at her as she would hand it over. He began to examine the device, he couldn't help but feel like this was nothing in his ability, but he continued to look at it. The device almost looked like a bluetooth device or something that plugged into someone's head. Luckily the casing of it was clear and he could see wires and possibly a battery? He was unsure of what was wrong with it, but a crack in the case of the device had clearly severed lines that lead to something important. He would show her, "Look," pointing to the side of the device where the crack was, "Important?"

00:22

@ShadowCat

Leaning closer to watch the trail of his finger, she didn't understand his words, but more do the intent. "ngup" she replies softly, taking the device back with gentle hands. "Mugh". She gestures to the device with a sigh. Then to her mouth as if she was speaking, pointing to his ear afterwards. She slumped back in the seat, slight defeat and hopelessness coloring her expression. Her violet eyes lifted to the sky above. This isn't the adventure I had in mind when I signed up for the mission. Goddamn shitty umbilical cord! Eventually she looked away from the skies. Still hauling her first aid box along, she moved to leave his vehicle. He couldn't help her. And she's been thoroughly warned about humans' hostility. While this male wasn't hostile, others might be. Her best bet would have to be finding a place to hide until her people could maybe come get her. If they would come... @Deleted User

As he watch her, "This was helping you speak?" His words were cut off by her words and her beginning to move out of the seat, he would sigh as well, almost defeated as much as she was. He had tried to help her, but he had no idea what to do. His brain recoiled and fired, looking for something in his mind. Finally it hit, "Tools..." he would open the back door of the truck, where under the back seat, he would find a small toolbox that he would pull out. He would pull it out and motion to the alien, "Tools..." hand point to the box, "To fix..." his hands making a screwdriving motion in them, "Your device," pointing to the item in her hand. He would lay the tailgate of the truck down, before placing the toolbox down and opening it up for her to see.

04:33

@ShadowCat

F'lea looked over at the small toolbox, trying to understand his hand gestures in relation to it. She stepped closer and put her device down on the seat next to it, seeing a mechanism that would open the lid of the box. Tools? For what? Picking through the tools slowly, she examined each and every one, trying to figure out what they're for. His tools were of a crude design, looking more like weapons than something to repair delicate technology with. She shook her head a little at one particular item. A wrench. Before laying it back. But then at the very bottom of the toolbox she found smaller items. Tiny little tools meant for very small devices. It piqued her interest enough that she took them out and sat back into the front seat, one hand examining the tools while she turned the device around in her other hand. Her violet eyes kept shifting between them. They wouldn't fit, but perhaps she could find a way to use them after all. Alter them a little. Taking out a thin flathead screwdriver, she wedged it into the thin line of the casing of her device, attempting to open it without breaking it further. @Deleted User

As she would begin to sift through the tools that were there, he would watch as she inspected each of them as her hands crossed them before finding a small screwdriver that would help with the process of opening it, but as he watched her try to pry into the box, he couldn't help but sigh, he didn't want her to break the thing and that was definitely what it looked like she was going to do if she kept working at it. "I have more stuff at home," he said with a smile, "Stuff that could be used on small electronics..." He knew she had no idea what he said, so he would just smile as he would reach down to his pocket and walk over to the driver seat, jumping in and placing the keys in the lock. The engine must have gotten water in at, as the idle was rough and very loud at the starting of the engine, but it quickly would go away.

When the human sat himself into the seat next to her and put something from his pocket into a tiny slot by the steering wheel, he suddenly had her full attention. F'lea almost jumped in her seat by the vicious rumble of the engine, her trained mechanic ears not recognizing any of the sounds coming from it. Her fingers were already itching to dive into it and pluck it apart to learn more about this loud machine. As the car sputtered to life and began moving, she watched him maneuver it with calm practice. F'lea leaned back in her seat with a soft sigh, looking over to her small ship with worry. She should be scared. In many ways she was. This human male was taking her away from her point of rescue. If her people came to find her, they would go to the origin of the distress signal. Her violet eyes were trained on the ship until it disappeared out of sight. Only then did she look back at the human, wanting to ask where he was taking her, but knowing it was no use until they could understand each other. @Deleted User

The quietness of truck was almost deafening as the two of them continued to ride down the road. He didn't live far from the little fishing hole that he had frequented for much of his life, but even the five minute drive felt incredibly long, the situation finally beginning to fully dawn on him as he would slowly drive to the house. Here is a creature from outer space that could clearly kill him in one swoop, but he continued to try and help her. Was he too damn trusting and helpful? Maybe... Did he want to be the first person to make contact with this alien? He didn't know, but she clearly needed help now. First thing first, get that thing working and maybe, just maybe they could finally understand each other. He slowly began to maneuver his truck into the driveway of his home. It was a small modular home that sat on a bit of property. He used most of the property for older junk cars that he would try to repair or rebuild and sell off, but a lot of the area was just old trucks, cars, SUVs, ATVs, and more that just sat there in an orderly fashion. He smiled over at her, speaking to no one in particular, "Home, sweet home..." He would jump out of the truck once he parked in front of the house and waved for her to follow. He would quickly go across from the house's front door and straight towards a raised metal garage that sat beside of the building. It had a metal roof over it, but no walls and a concrete path with years of oil and grime on the floor. He would slowly begin to shift through a toolbox that sat there trying to find the small electronics kit he had bought years ago. It took several minutes of searching, but finally he was able to find it and place it in front of her. The tools were much smaller than anything she would find in the older toolbox in the truck, and much more fit for small electronics.

F'lea watched the foreign scenery as the human drove them off, taking in the sights of Huw lush and beautiful it all was. Her home planet was beautiful too, but very different from this. When she saw they were approaching a house, she straightened in her seat. They live in these small buildings! I remember seeing pictures of it. Each home is designed and decorated to the owner's own taste! Her eyes eagerly take in the sight, curiously looking at every single vehicle around the property. Once he parked and left the car, she missed the opportunity to see how he opened the door. Stuck for a while, trying to wave her hands around in case there was a motion detecting sensor, she gave up on it. Instead, she crawled over to his side and jumped out of the door he'd left open. F'lea quickly caught up with him and watched him search for something. This is… this looks like a workshop? Is he a mechanic? Engineer? When he placed a kit of sorts in front of her on the workbench, she walked closer with her eyes still trying to look at everything at once. Placing her broken translator on the table, she opened the kit with a slight approving hum when she saw the tools. Her blue, almost transparent hands immediately picked out a few tools that looked suitable, again trying to get the casing open. @Deleted User

He would stand back and let her go at the device with whatever tools she would need. He smiled as he would step back. He wasn't worried about anyone seeing her here, because he would ever want to come see him. He really never had that many guests here, unfortunately, he was almost severely on his own when it came to life. He had friends, sure, but no one that he could call at 3pm on a Wednesday when an alien crash lands at your secret fishing pond. He would take a step back and look over the garage, the old thing was definitely in need of upgrades, but he couldn't afford it. Everything that he had either went to his job or his motorcycle club. He would be look at the roof of the building when he would hear the sound of several helicopters flying over the property, and suspiciously low to the ground at that. He would peer out from under the canopy and look up to see camouflaged or brown-ish tinted helicopters, almost half a dozen flying the direction of the crash site they had just come from. His anxiety would begin to raise heavily over what was going on and what he would need to do next. He would look back at her to see if she would need help or any progress had been made.