hadriel | ✘ Round 2

I... I require assistance. [The feed comes on and the normally calm ice alien's voice is tinted with sadness. He takes a small breath, then continues:]

I have been keeping a small number of lightbugs that appeared in the caves about three... [there's a brief pause as he struggles to remember the proper terminology used by humans for this span of time--] ... months ago. But now it appears they are dying. I don't know what I did wrong. I made sure their enclosure had plenty of space, insulated it from the cold, and even provided them with things to eat. And yet still...

[Glacius trails off. Given that his homeworld is frozen over, there aren't any insects on it, so he has no idea how their general life cycle works--or in this case, how short it can be. He doesn't even realize that he was lucky to get three months with these heartwarming little critters! His voice is therefore regretful when he speaks again, but it sounds like he's trying to scrounge for some determination because he hasn't yet realized their time is simply coming to a close.] ... I don't want to lose them. Is there anyone who knows enough about these life forms to help them?

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What?? Why would the gods do this? Last I checked, "confusion" wasn't among their ranks.

[A beat, then as he remembers their overseers' penchant for troublemaking:] --Oh Makers, they didn't put anything in my device did they? Kate! What's on my face?!! [The alien brings his hands up to his face suddenly, giving himself a series of small and quick pats in various places. He's mortified at the thought that he broadcasted an open message over the network during one of the gods' games. What sort of indignities is he suffering without even knowing it?!]

To piss us-- [ Oh, wait, no. Never mind. ]

You're fine. [ There is nothing on your face and nothing weird about any of that broadcast. ] Nothing weird for you.

[Glacius blinks at her reassurance, then huffs out a sigh of relief.] Oh thank the Makers. I was afraid... well, never mind. No need to give them ideas.

That you'd be a cat, too? [ Wry af. No, this is all to do with dumb old nicknames.

That said, it would make her feel better if someone else was stuck with this. She had an image to maintain, goddammit. One that did not involve cat filters. ]

I don't want to be anything but what I am. [He decides that very quickly after spending just a few seconds trying to imagine what he'd look like if the filter had been applied to his phone. Even the hypothetical indignity is hard to bear!]

You and me both. [ Like. Does she look like she's enjoying this filter? :| :| :| :| :| :| ] Only way I can be understood though. [ Unless you happen to be fluent in Danish.

... Which she isn't. ]

... Well, we have people who managed to program those... little... [Glacius pauses, furrowing his brows as he scrounges for the word before giving up and just tossing out the closest descriptor he can think of--]...face-things into our phones. Perhaps if you took their device to them, they could fix it?

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[ It's a good idea, but hasn't Dr. Gottlieb also been affected by this? ] Think some of them are dealing with this too. [ So maybe not. ] Best option seems to be to wait until it goes away. [ Until Rage gets bored. Which, if Kate keeps pressing down her rage at looking stupid and acting like this is just another day on the network, might happen?

Okay, a girl can dream. ]

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Hmm. Well, there are other ways to converse that do not involve the use of devices that have been tampered with.

Meet up? [ That does seem like the best option. ] Where?

That was what I had in mind, yes. I didn't have any place in mind, though... I've already been to your apartment, so you could come to mind. Or, if you are working, I could come to the clinic..?

I'll come over. [ She could use a change of scenery. ] Where d'you live?

... I do not want to broadcast my location over the network. [Maybe a little bit of old wariness plays into that, but mostly it's just the natural reclusiveness and secrecy the alien's culture and upbringing has imbued into him.] It is no fault of yours... I am just worried that some people might be unnerved if they learned there was a large ice alien living nearby. [He's still adjusting to the thought himself, in fact! Thankfully he has the floor to himself and the apartment is spacious enough, which helps him with his needs for space.]

Let us meet at the Colosseum. I will lead you from there.

Works for me. [ And thankfully, she can easily get to that. So she'll be waiting there, hands in pockets and sunglasses perched on her head. ]

[Glacius simply gives a nod and cuts the feed. He's there not all that long after the established meeting time, walking up to the site where all of this began. It's definitely enough to bring up some old memories, ones that are far from happy... but at least the circumstances of their meeting today aren't as grave as they usually are. That's something to be glad of, at least.]

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