10779/Floating in From Outer Space

Floating in From Outer Space
Date of Scene:	15 April 2022
Location:	Jules Verne Museum - St. Martin's Island
Synopsis:	An alien, fresh on earth..
Cast of Characters:	Prisma, Monet St. Croix, Koriand'r

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Prisma has posed:
Prisma zips around the museum, briefly stopping at various exhibits and...can one stare without eyes? If so, the little wisp of light is doing it. It's just a gentle, golden glow that's moving around quite quickly, with no central core to it. A few of the other patrons seem a little annoyed, but others pay it no mind.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Having come to the museum for lack of truly anything else interesting to do, Monet St. Croix was simply wandering. Not paying too much attention over to anything. The annoyance radiating off of the other patrons would get a look, then a sense of smugness from her. Right until she would catch sight of the will o'wisp. And purse her lips.

Prisma has posed:
Prisma flutters around for a moment longer, then freezes as it spots Monet staring. Suddenly, it zips around her, once, twice, and then it returns right in front of the woman's face.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would takea moment to purse her lips, "Can you understand me?" Then she would go to pulse off the same patterns of thoughts in a limited telepathic broadcast. Then attempting to try and ifs he could scan -for- a mind.

Prisma has posed:
Prisma just gently bobs in the air at the question, but when probed, there's...something. A consciousness, but not a mind. There are no words, but instead a series of pictures, rapidly flashing by. The art, Monet, the people around her, a brief map of the immediate area, her mind is going a mile a minute. Then, it stops. It registers that the air coming out of the woman's mouth is an attempt at communication. It starts bobbing up and down even faster.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
This is fascinating. Monet goes to dip her head, and goes to try and sweep through the images and sensations. Her mouth goes to open, "Fascinating." As she's attempting to narrow down as to the attractants of the phantasmal entity. "What is your name?" Her then going to mentally try and broadcast the same phrase. Then also attempting to broadcast a sense of feeling. Curiousity. Question-ness. Inquiry.

Prisma has posed:
Prisma The sounds echo throughout the orb's mind, but no sense can be made from them. Then, curiosity. It's bobbing slows...then it zips off again! It stops in front of one painting. Then another. Then a display of (replicas of) a few of Loki's things. Then the information panel nearby. And finally, back to Monet.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
The pantomime is something that's simple to get. "From off planet?" She would query. Attempting to give a sense of Earth/where am, then an emotion of 'not from here' to confirm that was what was meant.

Prisma has posed:
Prisma slows it's bobbing for a moment...then zips over to an information panel just to their side. It's a tablet, displaying slowly scrolling information, with a speaker that reads aloud at the press of a button. The orb of light suddenly zips straight at the glass, and disappears, or so it initially seems. The mental link is still there, though the light wisp's mind is now including the words printed on the display, though yet with no meaning attached.

The light coming from the display warps and bends for a moment, and a brief, fuzzy picture is shown: a massive crystal, deep in space, within the hot zone of a sun. The image flickers, and the crystal shatters, the sun now smaller and darker.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Images give way to information as the exchange goes on. Monet assesses what is shown. Destruction. A crystaline entity. Gone. Monet's lips purse as she reviews the event in her head. Normally one might apologize here. But the words would be completely empty given the scale of things. Beyond comprehension, beyond a frame of reference. No perspective could be had.

An apology would be insincere and meaningless in the matter.

She instead would nod, indicating understanding.

Prisma has posed:
Prisma projects the first image again, but this time, there's a massive, golden glow from within the crystal. It's not just itself that's in there. There's thousands. Millions. Maybe more. Then, it shatters, and the glow is violently ejected, scattered in all different directions. Sadness fills the creature's mind, then loneliness. All that accompanies the feeling of loneliness is a black square, sparsely interrupted with white dots.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would watch softly. Doing trajectories in ehr head. Destroyed. S cattered everywhere. Now that the alien indicates that emotion is allwoable Monet expresses sorrow. Not words. Sensations. She projects them timidly over so as to not be overloading and seem insincere. Then she tries again.. Attempting to spin 'here'. You are here. There are others.

Prisma has posed:
Prisma Suddenly, the images pick up. Earth from afar. Then, closer. Then, New York. Land, to her, with no name. Then Time Square. Lights, sounds, fleshy creatures, mechanical creatures, so much more information, and yet...none of it is shared. These flesh creatures bump into one another and start making loud noises, unaware of the other's presence until they collided. Collision! Solid objects! Many different flesh-creatures, each their own planet, with only a single soul inside. A lonely and frustrating existence.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
And now there's more of an understnading from Monet as she gets more information, more perspective. "we are many." She would elaborate. "Each a different individual." Which the cloud-being was already aware of. But she would be confirming it. And attempting to do the math on orbital trajectories for just -how- something went through the span of space and ended up here.

Prisma has posed:
Prisma seems to pick up on Monet's mental math, and moves her through the journey. It's accelerated by several hundred thousand times, but the emptiness of space slowly gives way to a speck, which grows in size, until it's recognizeable as Earth. A quick diagram of the solar system shows up, one that's just a few rooms away, in fact, in this very museum. The picture doesn't change, but the creature's sending out a feeling of wrong-ness. The planets shrink. Distances stretch further and further, until nothing is recognizeable, even on the HD display she's currently using to project these images. Space is big, and yet, space is almost 100 percent...nothing.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Space is big. Empty. A void. To the perspective of thsoe on a planet, so full. From the perspective of hte void.. Infinite. Monet could calculate that mathematically. She could udnerstand the concept logically. Nothingness for eternity? Isolation? Imprisonment?
    Those were things she understood from personal experience.
    "I'm sorry." Again spoken with sadness. Almost reverence.

Prisma has posed:
Prisma The feeling of emptiness grows. Grows further. The picture on screen is still pure black, but it's still growing. Hundreds of thousands of Earth years - millions, maybe - in a vast ocean of...nothing. Incomprehendible to anything approaching a mortal lifespan.

The black picture disappears. The text on the tablet returns to normal, displaying it's usual information on the Avenger's fight against Loki. The creature is still inside the screen, however.

Koriand'r has posed:
Inevitably a call comes in, panic at a museum with weirdness and possible aliens? It was enough to get on the radar of the Titans and its nearest member: Starfire was on the way. A streak of glowing light across the sky and Kori drops down, pushing her way through the door and into the mystery.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
A giant orange girl coming forwards? Monet's lips would purse over flatly in an expression that for thsoe whom knew hwo to parse the vast expanse of 'glares' that M could do in irritation as to one that could best be summarized as 'joy'.
    Then she would look down at Prisma in the screen.. And go to hold up the pad over in the direction of Starfire, gesturing for the tall carrot topped alien to approach

Prisma has posed:
Prisma senses movement! Scrambled images appear on the tablet, slightly distorted from the bending of light. Then, an image of the Tamaranian herself appears on the screen. Suddenly, a floating ball of golden light pops out of the device, screen returning to normal. The orb bounces and jitters slightly in the air.

Koriand'r has posed:
"Are you okay?" Kori questions, straight away her first concerns at spotting an apparent civillian in the area of concern. Apparently Monet was okay, a little note of relief from Starfire before she makes to draw her way towards the tablet offered to her. "What is-? Oh!" she questions before blinking at the glowing orb popping out of the tablet shown to her.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would give a low nod at Koriand'r, "I am fine." Nothing more elaborate to say! Monet would glance at the screen and then to Prisma, "She is.. One from space as well." Monet would go to then state directly..
    "It is originally a crystalloid based entity that's planetoid of origin was destroyed by a nova. It was ejected from it's planetoid of origin and sent through space for an extended period. It was alone eternally. Arriving here. It is in a more gaseous form and interacting with.. Other individuals for what I believe is the first time."

Calling Prisma 'it' not out of any sense of dismissal or belittling but merely as Prisma had not given a name or designation and English had such limited -ways- of expressing gender neutrality.

Prisma has posed:
Prisma doesn't respond to the exchange of words. She zips around Starfire a few times, before coming to a stop in front of her. And then, it...freezes for a moment. Monet could tell it's trying to concentrate, forcing thoughts into Starfire's head, yet woefully unaware just how ineffective that was to most of Earth's population. The thought in particular was one of communication. How do we exchange thoughts?

Koriand'r has posed:
Kori's eyes do follow the glowing light dancing around her, one not generated -by- her! She pauses, tilting her head as the being makes to hover before her. She wasn't a psychic, she couldn't exchange thoughts the same way Monet could...and she couldn't even tell if the thing understood and could express verbal communication.

"It is...another lost traveller from another planet?" she repeats, looking back to Monet, a sting of sympathy easily sensed.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would go to cross her arms together, and then go over to hold her hand up, "She cannot.. Speak the way I do." She would finally allow. Gonig to then broadcast it in language and emotions. "It.. Is. It cannot communicate.. Verbally, which is understandable. I am speaking to it telepathically. Let me.. Draw you into the commune."

Prisma has posed:
Prisma starts bobbing again, apparently giving up on trying (and failing) to force telepathy onto Starfire. It lazily weaves around the pair a few more times...and then straight out the door. No goodbyes, not that it has any way of offering one.

Koriand'r has posed:
A little lean forwards, Koriand'r does stare into the bright orb's depths as if she was trying to see the entity's attempt to communicate. Still Monet's offer has her turning her head towards the other woman and the suggestion of a psychic connection. "If it will help," she offers before crossing her arms at her chest and looking back to Prisma. "I'm happy to..."

Oh, it's leaving!

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would shake her head, "I am not sure what it is. Merely that it is.. New." She would finally go over to sigh, "And I suppose that It will discover it for itself." She's not using 'It' in a derogatory term. Just as the thing had given no name or.. Well, a crystlaine entity would have no real human association of gender.

Koriand'r has posed:
Koriand'r herself frowns as it streaks away, before she looks back to Monet. "It...didn't seem hostile or dangerous, right? I'm going to have to find it again to make sure it is okay, safe for itself and others."

After all, Koriand'r's own arrival on Earth had been...messy.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would nod, "I do not know how to.. Explain it's moods. It was aware of it's newness here and our lack of understanding of it. It had enough ability to comprehend it's lack of communicative abilities, and that we could not communicate with it. IT responded to data and transposed information in a decipherable method."

Koriand'r has posed:
A little shift, Kori slips her hands down to rest on her hips and she looks around before striding towards...the fire extinguisher. Not quite so glamourous as far as heroes go, but she had to help out!

Still, Monet could read her thoughts and it didn't stop her from talking. "It will likely still need some help. If you cross it again, I hope you'll be willing to offer your aid."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would nod at Koriand'r, "I hope that it can figure things out as it is." She would offer to Starfire and then quirk her head, "And are you all right? You appear to be.." She would gesture over to the fire extinguisher.